Porches Poems - Poems about Porches

...[Verse 1] They built their fences high and wide, White porches where their secrets hide. Laughed in rooms where he’d never belong, Called him Beast when he walked too strong. No shoes, no name......

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...[Verse 1] He rolled down Main where the trees used to line Stopped by the diner, but they changed the sign Faces in windows, but no one looks twice Just another stranger passing by He once kne......

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...The storm sneaked into the valley She had no forethought of what she might do But the more she thought about the town And what they had done to her trees The angrier she became These morons ha......

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...In an American primitive painting: she fetches a pail from a well, the bucket on her hip is full of broken eagles, wind turbines churn in the distance. Corn fields are bundled together. Drone......

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...I am not made for these modern times Missouri mud runs through my veins unspoiled country air flows through my lungs. my roots are intertwined in the bedrock of culture, traditions and folklore ......

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...May day baskets Created with crisp doilies Designed by excited giggling children Filled with wrapped candies and popcorn Left on porches Hear those running feet? The best part is not being caug......

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...Sunflower Meadows was a place of mystical beauty, green and abloom. That's where seven-year-old Ava lived, like laughter and spicy perfume. Ava lived with her parents and three siblings, ......

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...I count the birds at my feeder, watch them arrive only to disappear, they are a happenstance, they flicker in and out, die and return. People overhear other lives, I imagine where they go and ......

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...I like to get lost a lot. I was driving down this highway, that you'd barely call a highway today, and I was thinking about the yellow lines painted down the middle of it. The middle of nowhere. ......

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...Four batches of ice cream, two cobblers with peaches, some spicy beef chili; must loosen my breeches. Invited the neighbors, but none of them came. But it won’t get wasted ‘Cuz that’d be a s......

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... I slept and then October with stealth crept in. I knew it when a breeze blew in. Crisp and clean, it softly breathed and wreathed the trees......

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... In the South, where the magnolias bloom, And the sweet tea flows in the afternoon, Where the cicadas sing their evening tune, And the fireflies dance beneath the moon. The air is thick with......

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... In the South, where the magnolias bloom, And the sweet tea flows in the afternoon, Where the cicadas sing their evening tune, And the fireflies dance beneath the moon. The air is thick with......

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...my ghostly appearance was scary of course brother and sister went dressed as a horse they did not keep pace well with each other I saw the problem was because of my brother we traveled along ye......

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...I used to paint for twelve hours and it was not enough if I could have stayed awake longer I would have painted for twenty-four hours not walls or porches, canvases I love drawing cartoons and p......

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