Mom House Poems

My dad built a house on a hill. How exciting to climb to the tippy-top then look down upon the roof, and dog home, the...

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Ripping nostalgia right out of my veins
Crippled curtains living in psycho domains
We demolished this city not just this city the World
I can't live slow enough...

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The lemonade I drink is sour,
reminds me of my childhood,

the sugar was not spilled before my feet,
while I was conquering the barren land of life...

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A snow-splattered,
cheerful red house.
Pine, sparkling white.
A snowman gladly,
proud and robust,
wears red-trimmed black hat,
a long green plaid scarf.
Buttons almost popping
off his pronounced belly.
His arms branch out
as...

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robin mother nest
on the corner of my house
two baby birds rest

quietly chirping
daddy-bird comes to release
 the mom gets some food

7/11/23
Written words by James Edward Lee...

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Year 2031 would soon come
To a close. Everyone will be
A little wiser. 
Damian Junior wanted a 
Girlfriend and he was soon to
Be 13. Amadeus and
Desharah...

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Don't know it's beginning;
but it was a house before
becoming a HOME. Concrete block
house with Four large rooms. Don't
know how that house departed; but
at its heyday,...

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We have been trying to sell my mother-in-law’s house for fifteen years.
She always wanted us to fall in love with it and move into it.
We...

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our mom you sees no airhead

cause shes enrolled in premed

and when we are ill

she gives us a pill

thats why we are not lowbred.
...

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DREAM
DREAM IS A PART OF LIFE
DREAM MAKES LIFE
DON’T WASTE TIME
GET AIM IN THE TIME
DREAM IS NOT ENOUGH
ACHIEVE IT NOT A TOUGH
FULFILL DREAM IN ANY ONE...

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A bit of dome, all I won’t give,
Take whole of house, home I won’t give.

All roads might go to mighty Rome,
All of Rome still not...

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Home for the Holidays
  The sights, the sounds
The smell of fresh-baked bread
  Mom's smile greets me
    Fido's greeting bowls me...

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It happens every year around this time…when I place upon my head…my old Christmas stocking cap…which happens to be red.

Some children passing by with their...

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There’s a load of dust and sweat pulling my ole tired mussels 
           down
 ...

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What made you so special my freckle faced friend..
the day I heard you singing to a record, from your window next door.
Bell bottom clad teenaged...

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