PoemsBrowse PoemsSlamsFresh DropEchoes
LearnWriting TipsPoetry TermsPoets & ArtistsBooksFor Teachers
ExplorePoetry GenomePoem MapEchoesTake ActionGroups
AboutWrite a PoemDonateSign UpLog In

This place


Sweet sounds and smells outside

The door is frightening

Laughter in the walls 

Pain in the cracks

Cold air and silence

Emptiness with impressions from where we last sat

We're gone

The boxes are heavy

My feet are still

One last smell, one last touch 

The damn house fell

We heard it starting to come down

Covered our ears 

Kept dancing till the floor caved in

©All Rights Reserved

Something wrong with this poem?

Share

Replies are closed for this poem.

Your Poem's Voice

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (0)

No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.

Log in to leave a comment.