Poems about floor

She exhales in outcrops of lilies of the valley
And cries with the echo of a landslide
But when she laughs
The sun himself rushes to brush against her burial mound cheeks
And pretend he was was the spark that launched her into bated birdsong

What could you be thinking?
If only I knew
I would have hour long conversations
Just between me and you.

Shadows Apon The Floor

Music within the air memories to
Heal the bitter soul.
The sounds of the past come to life
In rock n roll.

The lights from the stage.
Cast ghost's of many.
Taking us all past the pressent.
To a perfect timeless age.

Nights of passion that exist evermore.
Casting the sprits magic.
Dancing with the ghost's light's
Casting shadows apon the floor.

Secrets of lovers and new best friends.
We kiss blindley taseting the magic.
For that moment all is real no
One pretends.

As the night flows like a curtain apon
A gentle southern breeze.
From the floor to the legend
This night does ease.

We write are own chapters all
Ading in lifes book.
Regrets should be few.
For out of this night as much as we gave
We also took.

Hearts entangled memories forever
Do we adore.
Dancing with ghosts of lovers past.
Keeping time with the shadows apon
The floor.

Vast herds of
Zebra stripped clouds
Roam the
Wide plaines
Of the
Serengeti floor

Floors frigid like ice
Against my bare legs. I count
Ten speckles per tile

At least one-hundred
Tiles per stall but it's hard
Enough to focus.

Paper rolled in balls
That can't seem to hold their shape
Unraveling.

Lead scraped against stone
Making everything dull gray.
Names scribbled over.

The lock screams as it
Slides to the right of the door.
Seemingly mocking.

Three large, cracked mirrors
Stare unyieldingly through me.
Five minutes ‘till class.

Time slows, silent water bullets plunge down
Bullets of regret, shame and selfishness
Piercing air. Explosions release the pain
Quiet puddles. Mixture of water, salt and dirt
Forgiveness comes next. By God and self
Tears fall to the floor. So does regret and shame
Most of all unforgiveness falls. Whispering. Be free my child

I put my ego on the killing floor
Thick blood drops, i watch the door
But no escape for who i am
Blood drops thick, i am no more

Oh, God my soul, ransom me
From beams above, divinity
Like honey on my wounds it pours
And washes clean that killing floor

We've just said our short good-byes,
And you've walked out that door,
And now all i have to say is,
Here's to my tears falling to the floor.
I hate the way this is all set up,
I forget your there,
Forget i can talk to you,
And all i remember is,
Your gone,
Outta my home,
How much i need you,
And how much it hurts when you say good-bye.

I know this might hurt you too,
But it hurts me more,
I cry every Monday,
Sunday, Christmas, Easter and Birthday,
That's every day you say goodbye...