Parlor Poems - Poems about Parlor

Parlor Fresco

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

The Picture on the Parlor Wall

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

The Picture on the Parlor Wall

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

The Picture On The Parlor Wall

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

The picture on the parlor wall

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

Sampler On the Parlor Wall

Picture on the Parlor Wall 9-27-24
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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

The picture on the parlor wall

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

Picture on the Parlor Wall

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

The picture on the parlor wall

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

The Picture on the Parlor Wall

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

A picture on the parlor wall

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

Parlor Portrait

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

The Picture on the Parlor Wall

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

In a Parlor Reading a Book

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

Hope Is a Parlor That Gives Valor

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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