Best Drafty Poems

He just appeared to me, like wispily curling 
Chimney smoke, 
One grim and early morning in the very midst of 
Decembers briefest days, on the...

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It gradually turned chilly between Thanksgiving and Christmas. Although Frosty the Snowman rarely visited our part of Texas, his pal, Jack Frost, surely did. ...

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My dearest love who makes me whole
Fills drafty places in my soul
Where grief and sorrow left a hole
Your loving ladle fills my bowl

Each loving touch...

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Cornflakes with honey and chilled little feet
from drafty morning windows and cool tile floors
sits next to her grandfather to listen 
as he tells stories from...

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Earth dwelling mongeese are neither toys nor coins and pedalling backwards then forward is not considered the primary way of jet propulsion off a very...

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Feel my curling vines surround this unyielding fence
For years they have been tightly gripped against your rust
Above us, a darkened raincloud,
Threatening lightning and stinging sorrows…
Though...

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Winter's Perfect Heat 


“Snowflakes gather in crystalline drfitings”

Lifting your hair, kissing the nape of your neck
Warm flesh waits on tippy toe desires
Lips brush skin, lower...

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Living in a house very old,  
it was always drafty and cold.  
Metal stairs to the basement lead,  
from an old pirate's...

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Winter’s Passion’d Heat 
 

“Snowflakes gather in crystalline drfitings”

Lifting your hair, kissing the nape of your neck
Warm flesh waits on tippy toe desires
Lips brush skin,...

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home for me is in an
old building
that is quite drafty 
with floors crooked
but it has huge rooms
that one seldom gets these days
oh, all...

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Within my mind are dusty cobwebs
 where drafty breathings edge the corners of remembering
 as they hold in a picture stilled that looms, 
unchanged but...

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Victorian, drafty, floors crooked, creaking, windows stick, but full of character.


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October 3, 2016

Poetry/Free Verse/My Old House (Ottawa, Ontario, Canada)
Copyright Protected, ID 16-832-262-0
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I have a box upon my shelf
Containing precious reminders, of life's wealth

My very first bible, I got when I was nine
The very first book, that...

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The sea gathered her voice
on the crest of the waves
as dark clouds were herded
by the wind as he raved
in a symphony orchestrated
through elements of sound
composed...

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Peek, if you dare…inside my Palace of CREATIVITY
Observe my drafty walls, and rhyming dungeons           ...

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