House Poems | Examples of House Poetry

I want to write a poem today but the wood insists on ritual— Pledge and patience, lemon oil, a soft cloth circling what must be remembered. The coffee table’s judging me. The hutch has turned authoritarian. Even the banister is giving me splintery side-eye, and the bureau just rolled its drawers. My muse, naturally, has curled up in the dust bunny beneath the credenza, refusing to come...

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The owner's ten-story building Rises up, whooshing, growing vast. While the worker's humble two-sloped roof Erodes and wastes in the wind's fierce blast....

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The golden stain of the sunshine Made the sea water shine like gold And gave egrets at the coastline The golden stain. The egrets came with their household, To make the water like their shrine, Their beaks and wings defied the cold. Young egrets stayed at the shoreline~ Their playful nature they unfold, Still gifting the twilight skyline The golden stain. Inspired by picture 1....

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High above the ocean Below being a sandy white beach Easy to watch One can sit all day and observe The beach goers, Swimmers and Surfers The ocean view stretchers for miles One can reflect back in time The simple and plan life No riches in thought of Robin Leech The Lonely house had fancies A house with a roof and a place to sleep...

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Thee crumbling walls can’t hear my song, Though once they rang with joy and cries— Now silence stays the whole day long. My sisters’ love, both soft and strong, Lit up the dusk like fireflies. The crumbling walls can’t hear my song. My brothers helped me along, With quiet nods and whispered wise— Now silence...

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when hearts beat together cozy home's pure pleasure change the tempo, however love-nest's bereft of feathers ...

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every gesture graceful every glance every smile in reverence echoes of words spoken fall on hungry ears chants elevate the soul resonating at higher levels an air of peace reigns hovering in its presence impregnating hearts that await silence shouts its virtues within the rolling waves as tongues are gently stilled the flame scintillating stands tall portal to another kingdom...

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(first stanza only for contest) We hermit crabs smile at our grousing a crack in my shell needs espousing. I spy a cigarette; the filter, perfect fit - could it cushion my cleft in housing? If filters could help tummy’s small crack better shell I won’t have to hijack. Should I try a...

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searching empty rooms ~ what do my tender hopes seek now that I am all moved out ~ ~ mattered - not oblique ~ ~ sadly - whole house seems aloof even walls just feel the roof...

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I never realized until I noticed a part of me had dissolved in the intoxication of you. That missing piece was never mine— it had always belonged to you. I never noticed how my sleep slipped away into an ocean of thoughts I couldn’t solve. I wrapped myself in your thoughts— thoughts that were not all true. I lost a part of me just to preserve the...

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Every house holds secrets. Each secret cracks like old paint on the walls, revealing the fragility of our hidden truths. Years of concealed issues threaten our futures, regardless of how well they are kept. Unlike the enigmatic Mona Lisa, some secrets should never remain untold. Within every house, hearts have been broken, and each room stands...

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How on earth we have found each other? You asked in one of night messages In the facebook groups its one way or another On the same train we were passengers We got off at the same station We took the same street to the house With roses and other flowers plantation A home where you lived with your spouse The carers teams...

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Sydney my love, Sydney my city Splendour and majesty, nothing such pretty. Sydney my love, Sydney my city. First rays of the sun, spread here fun. Opera, Harbour Bridge, Blue Mountain. Pretty pretty places, plenty plenty beauty. Sydney my love, Sydney my city Clean clean beaches, green green trees, Pleasant weather, cool cool breeze. Kissing the shores, sea waives sporty. Sydney...

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My house is a living organism, with wooden veins and brick hearts that breathe stories, The cracks in the walls are lifelines, maps of hidden worlds, The white ceiling is my inner sky, where clouds of thoughts float in silence, The white paint is a canvas where memories dance in unseen colors, The dust in the corner is the...

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If my heart was a house You would feel warm and safe I would cuddle you and cherish you We would be toasty in winter Cool and calm in summer and spring The daffodils would delight us We would be excited about life Enthusiastic about our hobbies Happy to have each other We would not need a fire For we would be the fire If my...

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