Porch Poems - Poems about Porch

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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#1 My grandfather’s old wooden chair stills sits on the porch facing the land he cherished. Twilight time will soon come. Grandpa’s time is already done....

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Picture # 1 Out on the front porch Sits the unoccupied rocking chair Soaking up the rising sun Sounds surround as day begins Come friend, sit, settle, scribe ...

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#1 The old cabin's sunset porch is waiting patiently for me at the end of day where I sit in warmth of the sun's last rays....

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The perfect American back porch it’s décor a soft winsome blue; You can sit in an old chair and gaze at abundance with a sense of still; There is nothing that compares to this bliss....

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I see the photo and I am there, taking the picture of my friends at happy hour on Mabel’s porch, Penny smiling, bare feet on railing board, Mabel holding up her cocktail glass, Jeannie reading a book, and Sue just grinning for the camera. Shorts, bathing suits, coverups, damp sun-bleached hair order of the day. I smell coconut sunscreen, join the chatter and...

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