Houses Poems - Poems about Houses

People who live naked in glass houses are clearly not clothes-minded....

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When we were in secondary school, we used to hold brooms like reign and sweep and sweep and sweep and sweep clear and clean each an every house. And race to sweep Hamman Dikko house; and race to sweep Tudun Wada house; and race to sweep...

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When we were in secondary school, we used to hold brooms like reign and sweep and sweep and sweep and sweep clear and clean each an every house. And race to sweep Hamman Dikko house; and race to sweep Tudun Wada house; and race to sweep...

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When we were in secondary school, we used to hold brooms like reign and sweep and sweep and sweep and sweep clear and clean each an every house. And race to sweep Hamman Dikko house; and race to sweep Tudun Wada house; and race to sweep...

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Something About Glass Houses We HURT Easy. -Gray Squirrel 11-04-2024...

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Glass Dolls Glass dolls in glass houses. Glass dolls with glass douses Of reality, don’t they know? That the girl who lives in fantasy Still sees a rainbow? And all the poems seem so hollow now- Because the light inside her is almost out. Because of the existence of Glass dolls in glass houses Dosed with reality, but they are so Hollow now....

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Love old houses, there is something intriguing; walking quietly I feel connected. The past whispers to me, the wood floors creak; love old houses ! I wander rooms, imagining all the former residents; there is something intriguing ! The pigeons coo, I find that comforting; walking quietly I feel connected !...

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City walls, A riot of colour, Whispering stories, Lives painted in sunshine, Blooming....

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Slowly creeping out of winter Would it ever be the same If I showed up at your door Out of breath, out of line With a million excuses behind my manic behavior? A video diary full of verbal hints to find through camera fractures Indirect messages, cold and desperate Slowly creeping out of winter The aching...

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Breathe deeply my legacy, My mysterious abandonments My asylums of the dead. So many forgotten dwellings Now boarded up and cold. I once wore them and shed them Like snakeskins. All these mental spaces, What was their meaning? What visitations did I encounter? So many giant houses of horror, Gothic crumbling, rotting mansions of ruin. There, I was imprisoned In solitary confinement self-imposed, Like a rodent feeding on garbage, I...

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Doesn't seem like that long ago, when I was first introduced to divorce. My parents decided that they weren't in love any more and were "still very good friends", but they didn't want to live together. I was about seven then, so it was about six years ago. In the grand scheme of things, 6 years...

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For twenty years I have walked my curvy tree lined street, and there're neighbors I have yet to meet, I look into the windows of the oblong and squares, and wonder about the people who live in there, I was once a happy and energetic child of the nineteen seventies, now I'm saddened and tired by modernity of the twenty...

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The bizarre scene when Earth has been pressured And on Richter Scales this can be measured: When the immovable readily quake, Not a single hard rock failing to shake… A punishment too familiar to Japan At a period hitting her like a pan. Often her feared National Tragedy She’d kept devising a ‘Stop Strategy! How preventable it was ‘Quite Doubtful! Whenever it struck...

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Black Americans in shark houses And caravans Imagine how many black Americans dying In  strong winters as They can not afford To build or buy proper houses. The American system pushed Them to be Where they are till now. It is very hard For them to come out Of that bad Situation without The full support Of the American...

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I recall as a boy, I liked to explore scary abandoned houses, back then, I'd let my imagination oversee my adventures. Empty, dilapidated, broken-down houses attracted me. I loved to take exploratory excursions on my own, hoping to experience some ghostly apparitions associated with exploring haunted houses. I felt inexplicably drawn to such places. Enigmatic whispers often startled me and yet, I'd investigate...

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