Furniture Poems - Poems about Furniture

...one of my guardian angels lives with me disguised as a dog I keep calling him Blue, after my husky whom I had for ten years Blue adored me, as Buddy does now. Weirdly enough I call my baby Beau ......Read the rest...

...I am a bonafide certified mommy-fied leader of a dog pack. They currently sit at my feet waiting to see what we will do next. Beau our newbie is the only renegade who keeps running from the pack. ......Read the rest...

... CONT FROM PART 1 ... PART 2 THE WOMAN WHO COULD EAT WOOD When she was a fully grown woman she worried much less. She and her worried parents cried much less. Fo......Read the rest...

...VULNERABLE Being of a certain age and classed as vulnerable, The Government decreed that I should stay indoors. Perversely, just a month before, my doctor recommended That I sh......Read the rest...

...Fugitive Truth -Asad Chowdhury Reciter - Shimul Mustapha Fugitive truth, where did they all go? In bottled milk, rice bowls! Nowhere to know! In the restaurants, hotels, salons In a library a......Read the rest...

...The bright sunrise made the snow-covered Alp mountain-tips, an hour-away-by-car, glow like they were topped with lemon ice-cream. Was this evidence of magic? Peter (my bf) and I are low atop the f......Read the rest...

...the nuclear family In a nation far from here, several big explosions occurred  of such a magnitude,  the cohesion of humanity has the body, the brain, lost connection with the soul   the rebu......Read the rest...

... A room that had been dark and locked for years was found for socialization. It was void of everything except oxygen. There was hope it could be filled with people who would come alive with op......Read the rest...

...Some families have heirlooms Passed down often through the years So their legacy will not be one That somehow disappears. Whether jewelry or furniture Or curios or art, Certain objects in a f......Read the rest...

...A creature, a creature of the trees but the trees are Long Gone The underling of the underbrush is under orders. Not to go to Long Gone Not to fear because Long Gone are any places better than here......Read the rest...

... The closet, once crammed with the styles of youth, holds not so much as a coat hanger. Dents in the carpet are the only evidence that a bed, dresser, and nightstand filled the room. The frilly ......Read the rest...

...“Persistence In Memory” - Salvador Dali “There is a time for everything” – Ecclesiastes Dreamscapes. Dali, are you attacking reality? You invoke curiosity. The natural form of a tree, Growin......Read the rest...

...Last night I was human. I was my "normal" self. Somehow, I've shrunk by five-foot-one! Now I'm a mouse upon a shelf. My heart sinks as I look down Upon the cat that was my friend. No purrs. M......Read the rest...

...In the tremble of the evening and the rustle of the unfinished letter, My aged hand, shrouded in the mist of memories, writes the last farewell, Under the blue cloak of celestial silence, waiting f......Read the rest...

...cat and dogs fur coat furniture after polished a newborn's bare butt luscious golden locks soft-spoken words from lover summer night cool breeze......Read the rest...