Dream House Poems | Examples
These Dream House poems are examples of House poems about Dream. These are the best examples of House Dream poems written by international poets.
face was dissatisfied with her life
she spoke to head about their strife
he wanted something different too
I want to be witty, do not you?
She did not care about being witty
but she wanted to move to a city
They decided in a dream one day
To move to New York far away
I want to be an apartment house she said
“I agree!” instantly said the rest of her head
They detached from their body
And set off on a jet on the dot-ee
They conjured up a base and planted roots
Became an apartment housing for violins and flutes
People tried to move in too
But face and head said “shoo, shoo shoo!”
I see my dream house.
Sits on a hill surrounded by nature.
Ready and waiting for me.
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AP: Honorable Mention 2026
I saw you in a house at sea
you were in every room
and each room had a light of its own
in the living room the protean light of the future
in the kitchen the busy light of childhood
in the bedroom the physical light of remembrance
in the attic the muffled light of crossroads
the sea turned into a desert
the house to a bird the color of the sky
which lifted itself on wings of wind
leaving you among the skulls and cactus
with gold to curse at
love to curse with
Shutters hang askew, redeeming guilt with two-way sighs,
Confessing what your forgotten vows and phantom memories deny.
Ivy throttles the porch in a desperate, strangling embrace,
hinting at peril in the wall's disheveled pale face.
The rank dark garden pond’s gaze reflects no pulse of sky,
it's a black, unblinking pupil that won't blink or die.
Window curtains quiver and sway where no breeze dares.
Echoes of stalking footsteps persist when climbing stairs.
Shadows crouch and slither beneath each creaking beam,
they shift when you look away — they're not what they seem.
This house harbors the twilight between dream and waking,
where spooky creaks unravel the curse in its undertaking.
In the house of my conversion
Arriving here only by chance
Past pleasures became aversion
Frozen steps melted into dance
The invisible procession to peace
Began from tabernacles of the just
Over corrupting cliffs without cease
To resurrection of Christ’s power without lust
From Hell to Purgatory and on to grace
Angelic visions of rebirth were seen
A guarantee for renewal became a race
To heavenly skies of a supernatural dream
Where perfect minds and form
Rose up again from the old
Saved from their past sins outgrown
Brought back home again out of the cold
we need adult pants
to confront our dreams demise
before time waves bye ~
moving to a sunny state
might turn our sadness around
no more lush yard land
useful outbuildings scattered
old farmhouse we love
maybe sad byes to willows ~
then hi to palms and beaches
we felt this was home
an old house where we belonged
not our shared fate though
so to sun state we will drive ~
with frowns to wear in some months
The clothes lines hang empty the grass has grown tall
The apples rot down on the ground
Too thick is the fence around this garden wall
From the house of yours there’s no sound
Unfortunately, this is not a bad dream
But a matter of fact that maintains
When changes come somewhere it seems a routine
But when they come close it looks strange
The slabs will crack more, and it’s only the rain
Looks after the flowers you loved
The generous watering comes down again
The autumnal sky hangs above.
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 a long dirt driveway aligned with overgrown lilac trees
The grounds were overgrown grass that resembled a field of wildflowers
I decided to look inside, the front door was unlocked, and I let myself in
I entered a beautiful parlor with floor to ceiling bookcases and wingback chairs
Sticking out was a rare Charles Dicken's book, I took it and sat in a chair to read
I fell asleep until I awakened in my bed as I noticed the rare book in my hand
Where did the book come from, was I really in that old Victorian house?
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 one’s conclusions
The Overtake of one’s soul
The welcome by hungry spirits
A run, but can’t move
One chance
Solely and surely determined
Screams and scare
There’s a beware
Darkness comes and the Moon turns black
Every Haunted House possessed
You alone are the only witness with confess
You can tell if you survive
Who will believe in your tail
The Haunted House is now your tomb
You have reached your Doom
Breeze blow
Finale
A dream house next to the beach,
facing the calm or the wild sea.
A dream house in the mountains,
facing the forest and the country roads.
A dream house with someone
to share our time with,
it leaves many memories in our life.
A dream house with emptiness,
is a palace made of stones,
and cold in our bones.
A mansion, dreamt by the most,
on the hill or the shore
in West Hollywwood
where rich people cry tears many times.
Maybe a house in the West side of the Bronx,
where people fight among ethnicities.
A house can be our home,
our safety, our privacy,
our sharing, our everything.
A house should mean protection
and family safe.
A dream house is nothing
but a prison when you are alone.
A
house
I built with
love and care
filled it with dream
a thing of great joy for me
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but it is empty even now
I haven’t made it for me
but for twined you &me
until time takes us away
I wait for you longingly
make the house a home
filled with joy of heaven
| |with togetherness
| |we will invent here
| |so come as a fairy
| |door is wide open
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Jack built a magnificent house
Filled it with objects of beauty
But in it he yet felt lonely
So he bought a dog
As a companion
It still didn’t work
Jack was discontent
He then grew a garden
And often spoke to his plants
Who like his dog, were good listeners
But seasons changed, flowers died
And a decade later, his dog too
Paintings and crystals jeered
Desire showed its fangs
Having come of age
As for Jack’s will
It was broken
Wake up Jack ~
‘Twas but a dream
17-March-2023
When does life begin I wonder
What does it come along
Does it bring drark windows
Soft russles something to watch
Towards or away living or not
Looking for papers are the needed
Alive or torn and strong away
When does this pile become a thing a
House and a house a home
A place to eat, a place to read
A place to sleep and a place to
ponder is a place to dream
Or a place to be safe or lonely
Different times of both with work and wonder
Filled with laughter and tears
I am living in my dream house.
A farm house in the country.
Where my dogs and cat can roam.
We have fox, deer, opossum, and raccoons.
Not inside, of course, but they make themselves known.
Surrounded by walnuts, oaks, elms, and apple trees.
My yard is alive with lilacs, crepe myrtles, and hydrangea in summer.
My grandchildren live close enough to visit, and they do.
I have an art studio in the garage, so I have privacy.
I love the solitude, this is my sanctuary.
It is like a lodge; every room is comfortable.
We have eliminated everything we did not love.
Each features my paintings in neons.
My bedroom has a black light, so we glow in the dark.
The best part of my house is my husband.
He said he was going to marry me when he was six. And he did.
My home sweet home be, by a salt water taffy sea
Where I dream dreamy dreams of whipped creams,
From a pillow of marshmallow on a bed of Jell-O
Under a bedspread of gingerbread, iced in red,
My doors and floors made of graham cracker s'mores
And gumdrops, lollipops and candy-coated rooftops.
(December, 6th, 2022)