Sitting Room Poems - Poems about Sitting Room

...I woke this morning to the thick breath of heat, a humid Sunday rising slow as regret. The tulip tree leaves hung there, backlit like stained glass in a forgotten chapel, and beneath the saggi......

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...Your bedroom with a garden view Includes a view to the field Here we are, looking through Leaning on the window sill It’s calm, the early dusk hour My favorite time has come I sense the smell o......

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...The house feels empty, now that your gone, your clothes are still in the cupboard as if your at home, the only place you would ever be, in the kitchen sitting across from me, I’d give the world to sa......

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...Only three of us now who knew both sets of our grandparents. The three of us, 96, 94 and 88, how much time have we left? There are sepia photos from the old, first Brownie cameras, a few portra......

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...I stood at the edge of the universe, cradling a heart wrapped in twinkling lights, an ornament for a tree that never adorned my sitting room. “What a quirky thing, this love,” I thought, as you ......

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...The CRUNCHING of tyres on the gravelly driveway The CLANG of the garden gate sharply closing The CLICK of the key in the lock The old door CREAKING open on its hinges The SNAP of the light swit......

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...Just because we can’t concur Doesn’t mean we can’t confer Yes, the world is in a mess But that don’t make me Rudolph Hess They state that soon in every street There’ll be the stomp of booted ......

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...My partner and I were never prepared, for what the specialist doctor said, We hoped the chemo worked but dread, to tell you that the cancer spread, Our palative nurse tried to dull the pain, ......

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...They carried on in secret pretending not to care then organised the wedding not one of the family were there mum cried in the kitchen the news was much to bear dad had lost his temper his choi......

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... I read The Raven in its entirety, I must admit it's kind of creepy. If some big ol' bird with devil eyes Came tap tap tapping to my sitting room, I'd be leave leave leaving for the refuge O......

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...Flower gardens in my neighborhood in full bloom Lovely flowers freshened by the summer rain Daisies, asters, hot poker with their scarlet plume Flower gardens in my neighborhood in ful......

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...How large the dandelion bloom in her neglected garden. Her wizened face begs pardon for the dust-encrusted sitting room. Still, so much better than her tomb to visit long after life has hard......

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...I stand inside a ballroom that stretches long before me, it is a sitting room right now, formal chairs and setees, tall windows stretch ceiling to floor, twice as tall as a man, with velvet drapes......

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...All the way from my sitting room I can hear my calico talking on Zoom, Seems she’s looking for someone to exhume Remains of a ratty old, worn-out broom. I buried it because it smelled......

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...A quiet spot in the house, not frequented by visitors, set aside, distant, aloof solitary refuge, retreat, escape, safe haven, sanctuary from life trials and tribulations; points of memo......

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