Sideboard Poems - Poems about Sideboard

...We can mortify our flesh, wear our sign of confession, perform our penance, bear portions of scratchy sackcloth so rough, so abrasive, against our bare backs. Our sideboard now bears such a tr......Read the rest...

...I spot him scooting along the dining room sideboard Twitching all over, he peers into the kitchen Cautiously, he advances a step or two then he pulls up, looks around, sniffs the air.........Read the rest...

...P- Poetry Soup is like a buffet sideboard O - Offering tasty treats, nostalgic and informative E - Experiencing entrees from around the world while T - Tweaking our own creative fare and makin......Read the rest...

...the universe inside each person, the thousands of facets that are hidden in each gesture, thought, second... so many lives existing concomitantly in one, our theater of joy and horrors could only ......Read the rest...

...in the corridors of this endless labyrinth every corner hides the abominable, like your last sad diagnosis, crumpled up and thrown on the old sideboard, or my pale face in the embarrassing portrait, ......Read the rest...

...all device features are described in the manual, but we are still unruly in the streets, I needed to know a lot more about fractions that hide between the numbers one and two, measure the exact e......Read the rest...

...again the dawn is ugly around here winter in the streets and in us installed cold pupils stare into the void of eternity the miniature elephants on the sideboard fill this life thrown away only ......Read the rest...

...From across the park I see the house, Open windows spilling pools of light Onto the wide wraparound porch. As I walk nearer, I take a look inside. On the walls, framed paintings And a cluster ......Read the rest...

...The carpet was worn - The pattern thin in some places, But it was a “good” rug, A real original Oriental. We had others, too, and a Silver tea service, slightly tarnished, (Sterling, of cour......Read the rest...

...The air, warm, unmoved, clings to our bodies Like an old, familiar blanket. From the west, the light, A warm amber brew, pours down And is strained through the leaves of the nearby gums It fills......Read the rest...

...For my wife and I, coming home from an extended trip to our house filled with fine Victorian furniture, that we restored ourselves, is a wonderfully warm experience. They become like family after a w......Read the rest...

...The cock crows Cock a doodle doo. I am up in bed. In my study, while revising my writing hear the Cuckoo's call. Coo, coo it caws without break. Distracted, I bang the window, ......Read the rest...

...Whatever happened To afternoon tea Served around four o-clock It used to be a daily ceremony Out came a pretty cloth From an old sideboard drawer To put on a small table Used many times befo......Read the rest...

...We built ourselves a dream and sent it high into a blue sky, Watched as the gods crushed it between their thighs- cried as they threw it back down to earth- tiny pieces like rain, our dream fell f......Read the rest...

...Make Do and Mend, Years ago we had jobs We had fun and money in our pocket Things were much better then Once you could go out the door And never ever lock it But still so many struggled To......Read the rest...