Richard Lamoureux Poet Couplet

My Dream Home

My dream home, is far from being a perfect place 
the garden is full of weeds and it has no grace
Curb appeal in fact it’s sorely lacking 
Still there’s something here extremely attracting.

Yes it is true the porch paint is peeling
above cobwebs cling to a rosette on the ceiling
Still my mind it can only see perfection
because to this place I feel a connection 

Overgrown ferns poke up through the floor
as I navigate my way to the front door
The hinges moan I can hear them speak
Like my old bones they groan and they creak

Audible whispers, I strain to hear what is said
“Don’t you desire more, than a roof over your head?
Climb my staircase, please make me brand new
I’ll be more than a building I’ll be perfect for you.”

I gaze through a broken window down to the street
There are stories to be written and people to meet
So yes this old house, I’ll make her my home
She wasn’t meant to be neglected and left all alone.


Inspired by Constance La France and written for her Decaying House Poetry Contest. July 15, 2020

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Marikate Kingston May 13, 2023 at 11:15 PM It sounds like your house holds history. It has a vintage feel about it. I think this poem would be nice to illustrate. It must have smells that tell stories of meals cooked, perfumed nights out, secrets told, tears shed, fights fought and forgiven. A house yes, but to you a home that seems happy to love you back. I will go to bed tonight thinking of this poem. :) Marikate Kingston May 16, 2023 at 3:21 PM I simply loved this poem. My dad's was flipped after he died, it did have some history and memories, not a lot. Now it's gone. Bittersweet. I bought a house that had been flipped too, no memories of anything. Because of that, I was delighted to find yours. It was a feel good one about a home I think would have been nice to grow up in. Richard Lamoureux May 16, 2023 at 1:09 PM Thanks for giving my poem a read and for your thoughtful response.??

Michael Tor November 1, 2020 at 2:49 AM Always something to repair or attend too when you have a home Richard, this piece reminded me of what I need to get done to my home. Love how you wrote this. Stay well my friend... Richard Lamoureux May 16, 2023 at 1:09 PM Thanks so much.

Angela Crabtree October 18, 2020 at 4:12 PM A beautiful write, Richard. I've always heard that a man's home is his castle. Have a great night :) Richard Lamoureux May 16, 2023 at 1:09 PM Thanks Angela.

Jennifer Proxenos September 28, 2020 at 10:52 AM This house was looking for you all along, and you found each other and promised that you would make her perfect, with love and peace and faith, everything that a good home has - This poem is a fave for me and a winner for the contest. You have probably won already! Beautiful Rick, Hugs and Blessings, Jenn. Richard Lamoureux May 16, 2023 at 1:10 PM Thanks Jen.

Lindsay Laurie September 5, 2020 at 6:01 PM G’day Richard … a house and a home are two different things. A home is where we feel security and comfort no matter what, but always threaten to improve it. I truly did enjoy your poem Richard - Lindsay Richard Lamoureux May 16, 2023 at 1:11 PM Thanks Lindsay.

Paghunda Zahid August 26, 2020 at 6:22 AM Beautifully penned Richard Lamoureux May 16, 2023 at 1:11 PM Thanks.

Quoth Theraven August 16, 2020 at 12:15 PM Richard, Very nice Dream Home. They are much more than a roof and four walls when you fill them with memories. -Richard Richard Lamoureux May 16, 2023 at 1:11 PM Thanks.

Silent One August 16, 2020 at 5:24 AM Hope you are well my friend... Silent One August 16, 2020 at 7:12 AM Maybe you could write about your secret sanctuary.. Richard Lamoureux August 16, 2020 at 7:05 AM Thanks for the thoughtful visit. All is well, I just haven’t been inspired of late.

Harry Horsman July 31, 2020 at 7:58 PM Glad to be back and read this gem, gosh you speak (write) for so many of us, funny thing when i think of a house, it is childhood that comes to mind, and your poem indeed does the same..... Richard Lamoureux May 16, 2023 at 1:12 PM Late reply. Thanks Harry.

Frances Byrne July 28, 2020 at 8:20 AM Hi Richard, Great description of this house (home?) and emotional connection. Lovely. Look after yourself. Frances Richard Lamoureux July 28, 2020 at 11:04 AM Thanks Frances. Blessings Richard.

Timothy Mcguire July 27, 2020 at 6:35 PM Back with congrats buddy! Well done. Richard Lamoureux July 28, 2020 at 11:05 AM Thanks my friend.

Aditi Mishra July 27, 2020 at 4:57 AM Your soothing muse leaves a splendid impact Richard. How beautiful it would be to revive decayed places and souls like this. Congratulations on your win :) Richard Lamoureux July 27, 2020 at 7:01 AM Thanks Aditi.

Silent One July 26, 2020 at 7:33 AM Our homes are not supposed to be neglected, just like our flower gardens.. Great poem Richard... Richard Lamoureux July 27, 2020 at 7:01 AM Thanks Silent.

Joseph P. DiMino July 26, 2020 at 7:30 AM Perfect! Splendid writing! Oh if I could just seal my old bones, and plaster and paint its ancient covering...! Oh well, we do what we can do. I still like bringing quality, neglected wood back to life. There is youth and dreams left behind in every vein of growing. Richard Lamoureux July 27, 2020 at 7:30 AM Thanks Joe. ;0)

Anne-Lise Andresen July 26, 2020 at 7:25 AM - That's exactly how we love it, Richard - A touching and beautiful poem ... congratulations on your win :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Richard Lamoureux July 25, 2020 at 2:59 PM Thanks everyone for your kind visit.

Constance La France July 25, 2020 at 9:37 AM Richard, congratulations on your win in my decaying house contest with this wonderful write _Constance

Eileen Manassian July 24, 2020 at 5:55 AM Beautiful, Richard. I've often gazed at homes in disrepair while on drives and wondered what stories they have to tell. This is such a sweet nostalgic write. Blessings

Vladislav Raven July 22, 2020 at 8:12 AM Hi Richard, another golden write from your golden pen. The imagery sings in this wonderful write, so easily the visions come to the mind. I shall eave my home one way, that is feet first. The home can come to mean so much too us. Once again you have written a winner my friend. Have a wonderful Wednesday. Blessings....Mike.

Timothy Mcguire July 21, 2020 at 9:24 PM Well written Richard!

Jan Allison July 19, 2020 at 3:59 PM Dropping back to say many congratulations on your win Rick:-) hugs Jan xx

Jennifer Proxenos July 19, 2020 at 3:01 PM This is such a sweet poem - finding a connection to a home that you are thinking of buying is very important - - I love your last line 'She wasn't meant to be neglected and left all alone' Good luck in the contest Rick - I think you have a winner here. Blessings and hugs, Jennifer.

Krish Radhakrishna July 18, 2020 at 1:43 AM Home is where the heart is! a 125 year old house in India where I spent my childhood has a similar appeal to me, despite its shambolic state. We don’t own it anymore but I knocked on the door and went inside to revisit my childhood! Great write!!

Andrea Dietrich July 17, 2020 at 8:49 PM Seeing this one again, I realize how really wonderful it is. A fave (and thanks for pointing out the typo for me in mine) Richard Lamoureux July 17, 2020 at 10:19 PM Glad to help.;0)

Richard Lamoureux July 17, 2020 at 8:56 AM Thanks all, I am on my way to visit. ;0)

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