Front Room Poems - Poems about Front Room

...It was 6/10/19 at 5am. I was asleep in my front room. I first became aware that i was in a differant place when i seen myself in the pitch black sky with billions of stars all around me. My left s......

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...Historically the books are written by a well-known writer The characters are formed to choose the sense of flight or fighter The library of the mind stows away the facts from the fiction ......

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... An old stone cottage stands on the seafront Abandoned and alone Windows covered in sea salt and cobwebs Its history and story unknown A small white cottage with good bones That has weathered......

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...The dryer hums, and my clothes are drying. It rained earlier, but now the sun is peering through clouds. As I awaken, the morning is still. I sit at a table in the front room and it creaks. Wh......

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...It has you walking home from school, past that house where the front room curtains moved yet revealed no face behind only the trace of a shadow stepping back into your mind - the sound of foots......

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...She’s the girl of my dreams The darling of my life Very soon to be My lawful wedded wife. I want to offer her my everything Lay the whole world at her feet Want out honeymoon to be Such a ve......

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...The Reality of A Fantasy Rain David J Walker Remembered in the Paint by number dreams the Fantasy rain Seems to be falling following calling me by faith to the front room pic......

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...Pride of Place - My Mother's Piano My mother’s hands on ivory keys wove enchanted runes Then flew across the keyboard in musical monsoons Notes of black and white in song serenades communed She......

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...While on a holiday hike in the Aravalli hills in Rajasthan, I stopped by a palatial house shining in the summer sun, curious, through the half-closed door I entered silently the dark front r......

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...RITES OF PASSAGE Each Christmas we all gathered there, ‘Aunt Clare, has more room ,after all’ with her trestled tables and chair. Grown-ups swigging their brown bottled ale, young-uns, lemonade ......

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...With speedy, gutsy ease her Irish father rolls up the front room rug Gaelic music lathers the air in merriment Nelligen at 8, composed snags our attenti......

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...During the day I don’t think much about ghosts…perhaps by the sun I’m blinded… but in the quiet ebony of the evening…I’m a little more open minded. I awoke in the middle of the night…(when you’re......

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...The Anticipation of Snow David J Walker No matter how old I grow The anticipation of snow Beckons the memories of my feet Deep in rubber boots We called galoshes Stepping into a virgin wh......

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...Well the Will of twenty twenty Did not favour its kids gently. Was the smirk in in that jerk's dying breath a gest left to make us unfriendly? Or did it point at his suffocators, through pillows o......

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...I often think  back to that care free age and those wondrous six weeks of school holidays, The Prison was out , nothing more to learn and with any luck the place would burn . It was off too th......

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