Troubled Walls Poem by Heather Burns
Troubled Walls
Weathered walls began to yell
plaster from the ceiling fell
Crumbled walls began to cry
long after the paint was dry
These walls trembled and shook
no more water in the brook
Needing paint and repair
a comb ran through their hair
When your walls begin to shout
you'll know what I'm writing about.
Loved this poem but I have to say my walls are sound but I'm saving every pound you never know when you'll hear the calls of your poor dilapidated walls On a serious note I guess its not just about walls (sorry about the terrible rhyme) BB: O)
My walls say that extraordinary change is coming...our carbon signature is scribbled in black all over them and try as I may, I can do little to change the minds of the third world countries that are going bananas with their fossil fuels. The end is near.
Well done Heather i have a few of those walls myself great poem
Beautiful poem with nice rhythm. Mend them before they fall apart. Prevention is better than cure. Thank you.
Beautiful poem Heather. When wall begins to shout, we will be with you... thanks for sharing...
If my walls should start shouting, I'll know it's time to add new paint! Well done, Heather!
dear Poet friends, as we are in our holiday season in my country it finds everyone very busy. Thanksgiving next week then Christmas season begins. will not be on line as much as usual. But I will try to read anc comments as much as possibly. Happy Holiday season to everyone. Heather
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/18/2025 11:05:46 PM # 1.0.0
Beautiful poem Heather. When wall begins to shout, its asking for care. Good write.