Best Sitting Room Poems

So here am I, are we, sit us,
a chair, a chair, a davenport.
White; blue; floral; bright;
we linger, and are never used.

Soft carpet: plush, divine.
So clean,...

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My great, great Aunt had a lovely old home,
with many a wonderful story,
hidden within its walls.

A Victorian, architectural designers dream;
vaulted ceilings, full of ghosts;
where spirit...

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A pre-lit Christmas tree sparkles the entrance 

Monet, Van Gough, and Wassily Kandinsky prints 

adorn the walls of her sitting room

a dozen painted roses sit...

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The dust has all settled

I'll go get the broom

sweep off the back porch

and the old sitting room

That wind storm was mighty

almost blew me away

the foundation...

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Temperatures fall on this late September day

She paces, thousands of times, back and forth

along with the soft sounds of Lionel Ritchie playing

in the old sitting...

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The sofa may be stained and old
But what stories can it unfold
Sit ye down and you'll be told
 
It was on that sofa i met...

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Nellie Gray Holland

1885 – 1899

I was never aware of the clock ticking
Or the spring spreading of the rose bud in my mother’s green garden.
I never...

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In the sitting room by the wall stands
Great Grandfather's pride and joy
The glass fronted mahogany bookcase
Scratched and worn, but still majestic
Housing beautiful old books
The choices...

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She was tidying up the food store,
then soon a mouse appeared on a shelf.
"What a cuuuute lil thing....." she whispered.
So touched by it's white fur...

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The correlation between the bull and its southern identity,
most likely gives significance to its “calf land” description.
The labour room where renaissance was born
and historically grown...

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My lateness once more has caused me immediate damnation,
and my unstable state, a product of my lost attention.
Overcoming the limitation by doing three person's work...

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The dust has all but settled
let me go get the broom
sweeping off the back porch
and that old sitting room

Last night's wind storm was mighty
it nearly...

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Sleigh bells ring, do finish shopping, the countdown is on, 
Be kind enough to spare your precious hours two or more 
Being Indians, we’re quite...

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The Haunted House
  
So vacuous this winding road
A rainy eve for man, not fit
As shivers course my dampened skin
My vehicle, this place does quit

When...

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Mama, mama, mama hey!
Mama, mama, mama ho!
Mama has a single room -
A single room my many rooms:
Dining room and sitting room;
Mama's room my living room.

Mama,...

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