Living Room Poems - Poems about Living Room

... Reasons you might be a serial killer -all your lampshades are made from human skin -all 3 of your chainsaws are always fully fuelled -your wallpapers is hundreds of pictures of a rocking......Read the rest...

...THE STUDIO BOOTH In a studio booth, the rapper did stand, With dreams of a hit, but empty pockets at hand. "No money to record," he sadly exclaimed, The producer's negative response was ta......Read the rest...

...like early morning rain bedroom to living room my lovers' scent lingers......Read the rest...

...PrEdIcAtEd on PeRcOcEt predicated on percocet, or jacked up. that man that appears, familiar in a painting, when i land chin up. i see, clearly, a countenance of sin, with his back of h......Read the rest...

...The forest man He had bought a cabin in the woods near a lake he planned to go there after his divorce with no demand on his time, life would be simpler first of all, he needed a dog, the one ......Read the rest...

...The grandfather on my mother's side was a cheapskate. A real cheapskate. One Christmas, he gave me a used paperback book. Something like “Jimmy Plays Baseball.” It was written for a 7 year old c......Read the rest...

... I have come to a crossroad in time knowing I should let go of the past but I keep recalling many things sublime and I must now reflect on a grief vast as storms shake the ocean o......Read the rest...

...April 9th, 2024 would be ninety fifth birthday poem for dearly departed papa The following words crafted soon after the soul of me daddy set adrift into the empyrean realm joining the rank and fil......Read the rest...

...I worry that my coat will murder me. Hanging on Banister’s Edge it’s a man lurking, dark. I’ve seen rows of killers shadowed and waiting, hidden in the ridges of the living room radiator, ready......Read the rest...

...We are going to dig to bury our dead: Mother, father, sisters and brothers, Uncles, aunts, friends and strangers. We are going to inter our dead: Archbishop, pastors, Houngans and vicars. The ......Read the rest...

... I want to go back to my childhood home for it was the place where I was the most happy when I close my eyes I can see our row house with lace curtains on the windows and flower boxes so ......Read the rest...

...4 months 4 months of I love you’s and late-night conversations Conversations about college and dogs and anything we could think of Conversations about how many kids we wanted and what we wanted to......Read the rest...

...No edifice harbors more profound silence than this, Each door creaks with a mournful cadence as if bearing the weight of years. The stairs emit a plaintive screech, echoing the passage of time. Al......Read the rest...

... Saying originally seen on Titusville Morning Herald Penn. Newspaper (1869-1913) May flowers have begun to sprout and bloom and their tender shoots are telling us that winter is ......Read the rest...

... That’s how some poets roll the the dice here, don’t you see? I think it makes sense, if your life is all about me, me, me! Old poetry friendships ………like garbage, tossed dowm a mildewed......Read the rest...