Chimney Poems - Poems about Chimney

...Gathered outside my house Are aliens I've known all my life. The breeze connects us all. Ones I've known forever. The ones I've never known. And the ones I've known forever That I've never kn......Read the rest...

...Do poets always walk in the rain? This poet once did When she was but a kid. The bathwater of summer drops Cascading from suburban chimney tops, Puddles on pavement Begging for splashing, A ro......Read the rest...

...In Spring there’s friendship that’s lasted through the Winter, all those cold nights of salted drops and quilts of snow. The obsidian plague of midnights, melancholic drapes, but all the while the......Read the rest...

...I can feel the light shining in my soul and my spirit is getting bold a new chapter is about to unfold and the grey clouds have faded away and clouds of love is coming your way. Something must hav......Read the rest...

...Brick, grit smeared towers, crank-out smears for heavy smokers. Under every stacked chimney goblins belch, coughing up, cancer into a riddled sky. Workers wade through ankle pulling tar, g......Read the rest...

...They project at night in the wee hours looking to see what they can harvest Be still so that you can grow to know peace or else the lessons reaped will be the hardest They don't know your reach t......Read the rest...

... The Window To My Serenity Through stained glass, into the soul of my idyllic garden, What eyes have seen your beauty, reflections in a s......Read the rest...

...I hail each bronze, red, and blue coloured dawn, as pulsing heart mould torch flame of bliss, to gaze across some awestruck mint sprig lawn, that golden birthright never goes amiss Ey......Read the rest...

...Walking through the tall pines of Perlarcher forst Munich Germany I walk deep within the woods every day the barbarian alps in my view colorful leaves rustle beneath my feet my London fog tre......Read the rest...

...This is a poem about the University city of Cambridge in the UK , although I have only been there a few times , I decided to write a poem about it. Lord Bryon one of the great romantic poets kept a B......Read the rest...

...It was a simple task, sweep the floors and keep the fire going whatever his master was brewing the flame must not go out Tittle thought himself adequate and most confident out he went into the woo......Read the rest...

... “Let my heart be still a moment and let this mystery explore” Edgar Allen Poe. Flutter dear heart Let this mystery start Of ......Read the rest...

...Even when there’s snow on the roof I will have fire in the chimney I will keep a warm hopeful heart And a strong steady mind Determined despite my flaws To win it all Life love liberty My a......Read the rest...

...My soul seems to be hidden today. Where can it conceal itself? I thought it was always with me, Roaming the endless paths That clatter the corridors of my mind, coursing through my arteries and ......Read the rest...

... It was a harsh, hard going season. “It’s a dying winter, lad,” he said, crunching words around, a gnawed pipe stem. Briefly embers sought a place to disappear. Cinder gray eyes, set deep in......Read the rest...