Dream House Poems

In one corner of your room
you’d hung a faded photograph
of Charles Lindbergh and his plane
in sepia
covering
a lighter-colored square of wall
exactly the same size.

He looked so...

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“Where the Suburbs Meet the Sea”

I walked again where I began,  
past fences worn, where gum trees ran—  
but now the tide had...

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I dreamt about an old Victorian house that was abandoned
It was dilapidated and left vacant for years and was starting to decay
It was hidden down...

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Full of emptiness
I sit in the pews
Awaiting a savior
Who's waiting to lose

Is it Jesus or Mary
In the haze I can't tell
Stuck in this place
Where an...

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He hits the snooze alarm twice
before getting up. He’s already
been up three times during the night.
Two cats are waiting for him downstairs
but for now they...

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You open the door
And hear a creak.
A longing for what once was,
But never again will be. 

No souls lie contained.
Only memories live here.
Do not be...

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Those chairmen are in the tower of babel again 
Painting and repainting the future of our land with crooked hands 
Laughing at things as the...

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In any Haunted House comes thrills and chills
Everything happening at will
The enter in with no way out
The sounds of Moans and cracks
Careful stepping in caution
Illusions
Drawing...

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Calm and serene during the day,
I hear no sound from within its walls, 
Silence pervades its space,
But the night bears not the same,
I see light...

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To have a home was always something I dreamt of growing into.
But it seemed to be out of my reach.
Each time I'd get close enough...

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livin in my mommas house
current job can't buy me out
feel like 69 I need clout
future uncertain I'm in doubt
got no respect,
get no respect
if ain't got...

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House just turned one hundred years old 
wooden floors preserve foot-fossils of ancestors.
A fresh coat of paint cannot muffle yesterday's fireplace carolers.
Our stockings hang aside...

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In Caren’s dream house there will be no rules.
No symmetry, no boring colors, no angry fools.
Everything will be cutesy, petootsie, batootsie and a mess.
There will...

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In Caren’s dream house there will be no rules.
No symmetry, no boring colors, no angry fools.
Everything will be cutesy, petootsie, batootsie and a mess.
There will...

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The widow's eyelids of the house gradually close,
Over the empty rooms, where love once wove the velvet of longing.
My wife has dissolved into the echo...

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