Porch Poems - Poems about Porch

The porch light comes on as if to beacon strangers for friend it lights a path to welcome for thief it warns stay away in shadow Attracts moths as they flutter into the brightness as if the bright moon came to earth. The porch light comforts as a nightlight for home easing fears of dark outside, of the unknown. Sleep well as night...

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A Porch Swing's Tale The sun hangs low, a bruised peach in the sky my old boots are caked with the red dust of a journey I never started three This here porch swing rocks on, steady and slow but my soul feels like it's caught between the back porch and the front gate somewhere between a hello and a goodbye,...

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something small almost imperceptible is crawling across the porch I have to get closer to see it; it is a tiny bug, so small it has no color I wonder if my dogs have noticed; but they are asleep, not caring leaves of my lilac tree capture my attention next; they seem to shimmer. a different color on the...

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Why do we call the good old days, good? Grandma was always talking, talking about the days that had passed. I wonder if they were really that good, or does our mind play a trick on us? Grandma loved sitting on her porch, looking out over her land in her rocking chair. Now the old rustic white fence, is falling down...

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It was a long way home I had wandered for many miles Searching for that pot of gold That’s said to be at the end Of every rainbow I saw a lot of rainbows That stretched across galaxies With no end in sight But no hint of a pot of gold Did I see I encountered a lot of well-polished stones And although there were Well worn...

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frenzied mud dauber porch railings are no longer we are the killers he bores hole in post angry about the railings what will they call home will he sound alarm will army wasps come to fight dejected he leaves...

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Dog is lying in the shade, his butt under the car’s tire I bask in the sun, loving the Vitamin D Wind picks up in a savage way Shiny coral leaves dance in a macabre way Dead, they forgot to fall off their branches last fall Next month the new growth will begin Will the neonates force the oldsters to the...

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Glistening lights across my porch Giving her a whisper of whimsy I love having them up there They are a reflection of me Fragile, yet showy Dazzling in a quiet, joyful way Fantastically decorative and fun!...

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It is over sixty degrees today Unusually warm for pre-March Kansas I sit on my porch, sunbathing Wearing corduroy slacks, a jacket and tennis shoes A swift breeze gives my face a bit of a chill My fingernails are black, so I do a little grooming What did I get into? The black comes out as crumbles. My dogs are overjoyed that...

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born in Canada in a snowstorm snowflakes were falling dad drove carefully we made it and I was born into the world screaming odd for I am quiet I recall playing ...

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when I was a little fellow sitting on the front porch waving at the Amish buggy as it goes by we weren't much different as we were farming with horses then but now there's a machine shed instead of a barn huge machinery my grandson uses to farm I'm ninety now sitting on the front porch waving at the Amish buggy as it goes by...

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The porch looks great She has had a complete face lift The old rickety rack stuff is gone New space opens up to a larger landscape I am enjoying my yard for the first time No railings, which always prevented my view. A costly job, but well worth it....

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watching traffic pass waiting for someone to stop sit and chat a while...

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our porch is a mess falling apart I do not notice it until the week before we have company too late to do anything about it now when did the three pieces of gingerbread fall off? Where are the missing wind chimes? I note that it is rather shabby Some of the boards are warped, pieces of the railing are falling in We are not...

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There’s nothing like a screened-in porch To help me to relax. It brings to me a comfort My apartment surely lacks. The birdsong and the swishing leaves, The swaying of the trees, Combined with the caresses Of the gentle summer breeze All add up to such a fine retreat That, on this lovely day, Every stressor in my life is somehow Swatted clean away. ...

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