House Poems | Examples of House Poetry

I'm that house who has been on the block for years Who have seen many parties and lots of tears I'm hearing rumors that I might be put up for sell Different types of notices coming in through the mail If only I can make the decision or be given an option I don't want people fighting over me at...

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I'd been sleeping poorly what with my agonies needed an early morning nap but at a ratatatat on the front door I jerked awake and obediently open up, a respectable couple not this time trying to get me to switch my energy supplier or join the young communists but 'We're from The Sun' asking me if I had any thoughts on the...

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I carry a house upon my back, A fragile frame of dreams and stone. Its windows cracked, its timbers black, But still I walk, and still alone. Each wall is built from words unsaid, From nights I stitched with fraying thread. Its roof is shingled with the dread Of all the tears I never shed. I pass through valleys, rivers wide, This house sways...

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Outside the trees are called by the Autumn’s breeze. The door isn’t perfectly shut as the leaves seep through the uneven cracks. The whistling tune from Nature’s broken karaoke machine finds its way under the door. Slowly the shadows become dimmer as the morning sun sets in and the birds begin to chirp as the crickets causes a ruckus enough to wake the subconscious mind from sleeping internally. The...

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I dwelt within a house of shade, By silent hand and sorrow made. Each brick I laid with trembling care— Of shame, of guilt, of cold despair. No hearth did warm, no lamp did gleam, But dimness thick as haunted dream. No welcome waits behind the door, Only the hush of evermore. The days are long, yet never bright, And stretch like wounds into...

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The plumber is fixing a leak; The pipe’s needing more than a tweak. So for things to improve He will have to remove Some wood panels - I’m starting to freak. Our house, built in ‘80, is old And it’s paneled, which is, truth be told, Now considered passé But was cool in its day, Though with changing it, I’ve not...

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One, Two, Three, Four... Shadows crawl in hope of escape. Five, Six— Interrupting thoughts and fear demand attention. “Hello, I'm here.” The mind cowardly answers the call. Life unhinges — unlocking the greed of depression. The door opens, welcoming the darkness into the house with no lights. Allowing the destruction to flood centre stage. No spotlight needed. He's strong, surrounded by the blackness. He's seen. He's heard. He's felt— He's home. His...

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Things Missing Somewhere in This House My birth bertificate… A box of needed, new bank checks… Both of our wedding rings… My Waterman fountain pen… After 4 decades, at least 3 doz. of Jim’s odd socks & 2 doz. Of mine… 2 Roku remotes, 1 somewhere upstairs & 1 here downstairs… (Worrying) The hand-written letters I received from...

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Thank the Lord..' Katters on the job.' Father of the house.. And solar housing systems..This legend is worth every bob' A straight talking hero.' Who has his country at heart.' Who will stand; with with his no-nonsense manner.' It's time; and well past..Get to the line, be ready to start.!...

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Waking up to a brand-new day with a smile— A gentle smile. Remembering school days with friends, Playing in the mud with pets, Watering my favorite rose plant, Hoping to see it bloom... and smile. A smile on the faces of loved ones Lights up the path ahead with glow. A healthy breakfast, a smooth ride— Fueling joy to face the tasks...

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The white shades pulled to half mast, like sleepy eyes… Peeking Rain from the gutters rushing fast, Seems to be… Weeping Doors locked, none shall pass, All your secrets… Keeping A revelation at last, buried bones that were… Sleeping A light flickers on, a gasp, Starts your heart… Beating The souls you've amassed, ghosts through rooms… Creeping ...

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They hang like a beaded curtain in a fortune teller’s parlor, each buoy a bauble from the sea’s own trove— sun-faded, barnacle-bitten, unstrung from nets that once strained tides for omens. Now they sway in the wind, rattling secrets and guarding the doorway to elsewhere. Who dwells behind the curtain— a castaway witch, perhaps, who brews fog in mason jars and weaves seaweed into...

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I want to write a poem today but the wood insists on ritual— Pledge and patience, lemon oil, a soft cloth circling what must be remembered. The coffee table’s judging me. The hutch has turned authoritarian. Even the banister is giving me splintery side-eye, and the bureau just rolled its drawers. My muse, naturally, has curled up in the dust bunny beneath the credenza, refusing to come...

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The owner's ten-story building Rises up, whooshing, growing vast. While the worker's humble two-sloped roof Erodes and wastes in the wind's fierce blast....

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The golden stain of the sunshine Made the sea water shine like gold And gave egrets at the coastline The golden stain. The egrets came with their household, To make the water like their shrine, Their beaks and wings defied the cold. Young egrets stayed at the shoreline~ Their playful nature they unfold, Still gifting the twilight skyline The golden stain. Contest Title: One In Five Contest...

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