Clapboards Poems - Poems about Clapboards

...The clapboards of the church pews are as loud Praise print on a hymnal collection plate showerless blessing bell rope dangle art on a dusty floor prayers of silence hallow the rafters......

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..."She will reign on the cliff above the quay, this derelict house restored to her former beauty. No beast of the field, nor bird in the air shall wander her halls. Now she belongs to me." ......

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...How empty can an inbox possibly be? Not unlike a door..... practically off at hinges The paint is definitely peeling More than one shutter has fallen astray. One piece at a time Have you ev......

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...The realtor ushered us up the cracked sidewalk, Paint peeling from the clapboards Revealed a rainbow of colors in the cracks. Like a geologist who looks at canyon walls And sees the ebb and flow ......

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...that string the one the nestlings thought a worm blows listless on the wind as clapboards rattle on withered dreams of forever a silence calls passing clouds to mourn a string ©11/7/201......

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...On the wind-swept Nebraska prairie sits a building in wretched shambles, Surrounded by a sagging fence and overgrown with prickly brambles. It was once a bustling one-room school house, abandoned l......

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...Sundial My passion is the silent weather vane The gambrel brought such sorrow Much I marveled this roughcast cairn Eagerly I looked for the lintel I have dreamed of the clocks Eag......

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...Amid the glacial hills of central Maine There stood forsaken, gray, an ancient farm, Which always filled us with a vague alarm. Atop the humpback ridge of a moraine, Abandoned now, for centurie......

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...A deserted Victorian house stood off the county road just a little way. To keep apace of living I rushed by it most every day. For years I'd wanted to visit there to see what secrets it held, And ......

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...Nothing Lasts Forever Weathered clapboards count death’s cadence bleached bones of faded lives rusted bells hang limply – silenced mourning beneath long tearless skies sad emptiness when longi......

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...Slender, whispering and flaming fireweed surrounds the gray-weathered clapboards of the deserted homestead whose torn gingham curtains blow among the paneless windows with the gentle breeze of su......

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...Nestled deep in the tawny, drab woodland Sedate cottage neither haughty nor grand Sparse hovel of unassuming, itinerant brigand Martial decor of detached highwayman starkly bland The etched path scul......

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...Urban legend now bared to the bone Yet its trademark can no larger store clone No glossy signs, spacious lots fealty to hone But in colloquial parlance a tradition has grown Larger Discount stores wi......

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...A deserted old house stood off the county road a little way. To keep apace of living I rushed by it almost every day. For years I'd wanted to visit there to see what secrets it held, And perhaps f......

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...The clothesline hung, low, and limp. Raucous, red, long johns and worn, white, blue jeans pinned like butterflies in a box; dangled bodiless. The neighbors all envied Mom’s skill. Nobodies t......

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