Lonely House Poems

Brick by brick, I built this home,
each piece with purpose, in which it owns.
It was the hardest task I ever did face,
As I made sure...

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Down at the end of dead end street,
Cold, down and feeling beat,
Trying to make sense of it all,
Sun rises burning red,
Visions spinning in my head,
Now...

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In the outskirts, where whispers weave through the wind,
there stands a farmhouse, its timbers groaning with secrets,
a silhouette etched against the horizon’s fading light.

Once, it...

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Unlikely Mike
by Michael R. Burch

I married someone else’s fantasy;
she admired me despite my mutilations.

I loved her for her heart’s sake, and for mine.
I hid my...

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See the King without a crown

As the walls come crashing down

Closely now his heart he guards

In this lonely house of cards

The Queen knew just how...

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"Home isn’t where you are from, it is where 
   you find light when all grows dark."  ~  Pierce Brown
 ...

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I used to be a home, but now
   I'm just a house left all alone.
      One time, I...

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Quote By Poet "A house is made with wood, stone or bricks. A happy home is made with love."

A house can be big or small,
made...

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Sitting here drinking a glass of morning moo
Thinking about what I want to do
A lonely place I want to find
Leave the crazy behind
A little hill
That...

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The lonely housewife was bored
So, she hopped into her fiery ford
Drink and danced all night
Then got into a fight
She tussled and gourd until she was...

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The bayou sky flies a catfish moon over swamp gators 
And cottonmouth vipers. Accordions, fiddles, and rub board vests 
Make their ramble through the undergrowth...

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I have a window;
Any day— the traffic below is undying
with busy people, vehicles unending, and ambulances screaming for way.
men donning mud for clothes and wool...

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"Can you feel the soul of an abandoned house;
 can you hear the whispering? " 
 Quote by _Constance La France  


Felt very strange...

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i sit in my car,
idling with the burning engine.
my radio only plays your voice,
my rearview mirror only shows your car.
handprints plastered around the seat, the...

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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...

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