Nicole Alexander Poet Rhyme

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 Broken and torn from days long gone

Not from neglect or anything wrong

A family often would sit and communicate

I tried to listen, most times I could relate

 

I loved that family that crawled on me

Having fun playing games or watch TV

Late into the evening the girls would date

Playing love songs, kissing, feeling great

 

Rough housing little ones jumped too hard

Finally my legs fell off, from being jarred

They tried to make me work by patching

All those cats hopping on and scratching

 

Finally, I gave up the ghost and lost the fight

They took me outside and said goodnight

They bought one new; but often would say

I loved the old couch; it was good in it's day

Broken and Torn

Broken and torn from days long gone
Not from neglect or anything wrong
A family often would sit and communicate
I tried to listen, most times I could relate

I loved that family that crawled on me
Having fun playing games or watch TV
Late into the evening the girls would date
Playing love songs, kissing, feeling great

Rough housing little ones jumped too hard
Finally my legs fell off, from being jarred
They tried to make me work by patching
All those cats hopping on and scratching

Finally, I gave up the ghost and lost the fight
They took me outside and said goodnight
They bought one new; but often would say
I loved the old couch; it was good in it's day

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Doug Vinson March 24, 2017 at 3:02 PM Great theme, Nicole. It's already been years, but I hope things are well for you and that we see more poems from you sometime.

Ralph Sergi January 25, 2017 at 11:03 AM A SAD BUT GREAT POEM, NICOLE.

Tamara M. Kohlstaedt April 28, 2016 at 11:43 AM Fantastic Poem.... Old stuff holds memories and most times has sentimental value --- thanks for reminding us of that!!!

Poet Destroyer A March 10, 2016 at 1:27 PM deep write... enjoyed. LINDA

Skat A July 19, 2015 at 4:35 PM NICOLE, Stopped by to say hello, I enjoyed reading your poem today. FOREVER <3 SKAT

Debbie Guzzi March 5, 2015 at 5:08 PM Sometimes objects take on a life of their own ;) nice use of implied metaphor! Light & Love

Janet Eaton February 9, 2015 at 6:59 PM Wonderfully written Nicole. Great way is using the couch and how it related to the family. Janet Nicole Alexander February 10, 2015 at 12:24 AM Thank you very much for the nice comment. Hugs, Nicole

Ovidiu Bocsa January 31, 2015 at 5:50 AM Austanding and lasting verses,thoughts and feelings feed from "A family often would sit and communicate"...I mean also, a family of poets,you belong to. Congrat.

Neva Romaine January 30, 2015 at 10:31 AM Hey Nicole, what a lovely tribute to something that plays a huge part in our lives. It's funny, but until I read your poem, I never thought about how much time we spend and the memories made on our furniture pieces. A lovely expression and well done. Neva

Shane Cooper January 28, 2015 at 7:57 PM A great piece of rhyme and personification. I did not see the end coming. Very well penned. love shane xxx

Poesy Relish January 28, 2015 at 6:37 AM A nice poem... some things in life go a long way with us.. best wishes

Vasudevan Desikachari January 27, 2015 at 11:36 PM Oh, great piece of writing; you 've made the old furniture speak literally of how it was cared in the past and how it became redundant later! Nicole Alexander January 28, 2015 at 2:16 AM I appreciate your kind comment and will comment on some of yours as soon as I feel better. Hugs, God Bless Nicole

Davina Browne January 27, 2015 at 11:31 AM wow now that's using your head what a wonderful write :) bless it be dee Nicole Alexander January 28, 2015 at 2:17 AM I appreciate your kind comment and will comment on some of yours as soon as I feel better. Hugs, God Bless Nicole

Dave Timperley January 27, 2015 at 10:55 AM A wonderful write, I thought it was a bedraggled Mum at first! Love it! God Bless. D. Nicole Alexander January 28, 2015 at 2:17 AM I appreciate your kind comment and will comment on some of yours as soon as I feel better. Hugs, God Bless Nicole

Terry Johnson January 27, 2015 at 10:53 AM Nice poem soft and subtle. Nicole Alexander January 28, 2015 at 2:19 AM I appreciate your kind comment and will comment on some of yours as soon as I feel better. Hugs, God Bless Nicole