Sofa Poems - Poems about Sofa

...Headphones cup his ears Like a sanctuary, a secret cave Here he can hide , he is safe Crouching behind the sofa He hears raised voices Muffled shouts, words become clubs His mother is cryi......Read the rest...

... He learned so quickly how to not bring sticks and balls back He seems to think when he puts his head down there should be a bowl beneath it Strained swell into a wells Turning the nail Hamme......Read the rest...

...The Bumblebee He grew up in a poor household, thought sofa-beds were the norm, but his mother an eager reader had many books that were given and sometimes stolen, often from those who though......Read the rest...

...The forest man He had bought a cabin in the woods near a lake he planned to go there after his divorce with no demand on his time, life would be simpler first of all, he needed a dog, the one ......Read the rest...

... "Yesterday sometimes is a comfortable sofa where we want to be lazy, instead to keep on cycling on the given road". -by author A time machine has not been invented yet, it would b......Read the rest...

...“Weeping is a door out of grief. Walking along the path behind the door brings relief.” -Quote by Poet Nothing else mattered, She was torn and battered, Life had shown......Read the rest...

...I watch my years flow by from chair, from sofa, bed. I watch my life go by. And life sees me go by - my folks, my friends, my pals. How long will this go on? What do they think of me as th......Read the rest...

...Yes, I could have said that better, it came out wrong. No, I wasn't trying to be mean, just, rational. Your mother is a fine old woman, but does she need that luxury nursing home, and must it b......Read the rest...

...I swore I’d never let myself get old That time and I would always be good friends It’s all just attitude is what I’m told Well, tell that to my broke back as it bends ......Read the rest...

...Upon opening the fridge this morning I found, to my great displeasure, that there was nary an egg to be found. Posthaste I marched down to the corner market, grabbed a carton of fresh, free range eg......Read the rest...

...I worry that my coat will murder me. Hanging on Banister’s Edge it’s a man lurking, dark. I’ve seen rows of killers shadowed and waiting, hidden in the ridges of the living room radiator, ready......Read the rest...

... Monday rolls up there's not much to say morning grey drizzle seems on for the day Perfection in circles sizzling bud in a pipe rings reach for the ceiling fat, round, and tight Rib-ey......Read the rest...

...You have travelled a very long way, looking for some where to stay all the streets are crowded and the buildings are filled; there is no room to spare but my friend has a sofa and small rooms over he......Read the rest...

...The Lonely Fisherman He sat on a rowing boat in the fjord he wore a yellow raincoat and a southwestern cap matching his coat was like seeing a French movie, an intellectual one I couldn’t sta......Read the rest...

...Sometimes you see something beautiful Today it was raindrops on a bin All lined up, sharing a space with a web So on the way to school we looked Finding pretty raindrops Stunningly adorning cher......Read the rest...