Parlor Poems - Poems about Parlor

On the parlor wall, a canvas frame Adorned with whispers of a fascist game A warped impression, born of decadence and sleep The perfect lie, where dreams and nightmares creep A stenciled girl with eyes of distant gray A masquerade of innocence, in every way Her beauty is a snare, a trap to ensnare The unsuspecting...

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When midnight flames flicker aesthetic reveries, releasing ashes of rainbow petals, upon the canvas of undressed seasons, I delve into blue blurs of butterflies, framed in floating colors of nostalgia, aching for dried dyes to home this scraped heart~ hanging loose, within smoky imagery, as if every pigment will sprout from lilies of longing. But can memories thaw frozen zeal, illustrating steamy sunsets with...

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I’m followed by two eyes that gaze out from the picture on the parlor wall. Those eyes! If they were real, I think I would feel numb to know from nowhere I had seen arise a monster from the dirt that was the grave of my great-grandfather; his photograph conveys he was a Scrooge that barely gave a care for family or...

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There by the window is a huge portrait It is quite whimsical yet dark despite sunshine The eyes seem to follow you when you walk by And it is rumored the woman was blind But she had a sixth sense telling fortunes And it is as if her portrait still reads you I feel her soul seeping in the photo like...

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The picture on the parlor wall Framed, not too big, and not too small Charcoal stems, red poppies— that’s all Some flowers— short, but others, tall Mom found it in a poster rack Loved it the most of the whole stack It’d beautify the simplest shack (Yet then my mom would want it back) If you know who the artist is We...

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Picture on the Parlor Wall 9-27-24 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sampler on the Parlor Wall Shadows born from dawdling light Stretch across a firelit room set with porcelain cups, From tea parties long ago and faraway, With an invitation to sample sweets and savories Like the sampler on the parlor wall. Beneath neat rows of alphabets stories gather, Verses stitched with silk and dreams And numbers that taught...

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The picture on the parlor wall Is dishevelled and dramatic It's sullen bronzing ornate frame Belies something problematic The imagery is deafening The figure stands enigmatic The scenery bereft of life Is staunch and proudly Pragmatic The figures eyes are dark and blank With a mindset automatic As she follows you around the scene Her body remains static The picture on the...

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She'd been staring at me since I can recall. A da Vinci saccharine smile painted on her lips that I'd traced with fingertips in my youth. Forsooth wondering, "Who are you, comely lady, and why does no one ever mention your name?" Eyes of melancholy, but not a tear had she spilled. For years now, I'd asked that the truth be...

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In my grandparents' parlor, shadows fall, Where a princely figure picture hangs upon the wall. His mustache high, with sword and gun in place, Yet now, a puzzled look clouds his face. The tall clock ticks, though faint its steady chime, As if it's lost its grip on passing time. The deer head stares, the tiger skin lies still, Both relics of...

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All became purview in her constant gaze ~ eyes that followed, no matter my corner, nor settee where fleur-de-lis begged recline ~ and, no peace was found in voyeuristic laze. Even in the vestibule - through the door she stares ~ her beauty lingers there and captures daydreams that...

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Who is that I ask inquiring of an old black and white photo on their parlor wall they look at me strangely having no clue they tell me it came with the building and it just fit the decor how odd I say owning a picture that holds a thousand words and you have no...

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When Grandpa died and his clock still ticked, he fell from a ladder by a tree - nor could that clock on the wall predict when I died at age twenty-three. A traveling artist, who, out of luck, implored gramps (...how'd he know his name?) My grandpa was kind. A deal was struck. Soon his picture was in a...

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On the faded wallpaper what do I see, an old picture on the parlor wall. Many years ago grandma took it, Sis and I were young and having fun. On that very hot summer's day, we were in shorts and pigtails. Grandma always said she loved that picture, we did not know why because we hated it. With grandma long passed, I can now...

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Here I set in a parlor reading a book, gotta keep my face down, don't wanna look. It's all women and girls in here except for me, I'm waiting for my mom to get done you see. They all keep telling me go ahead your next, oh I feel like my world has now been hexed. I can...

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Try to be happy dear, Instil into heart cheer, Keep your mind clear, Soul, with hope, steer. Never entertain fear, As worry turns severe, Allow not doubts near, Give not to gossips ear God will surely interfere If you pray despite tear, God will secretly appear As, prayer, He does hear In a gloomy atmosphere Peace will just disappear, Solace is given by prayer Due hope, it will deliver A wise...

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