Sofas Poems - Poems about Sofas

...then: I swallowed escape in pastel capsules, my pockets jingled with regret. The nights pulsed— bass, sweat, strangers. Every weekend was a blackout baptism. Every Monday, a resurrection I did......

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...Sumptuous sensual satin surroundings Treasured plush, palatial, plushy pillows Upholstered sofas, tasseled tapestries Valued prized spoils of war Wealthy coffers of the lucky highborn ......

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...mindless Frankenstein, single-minded, and her voracious, faithful dog with a seventy-foot tail, lifting carpets, sliding sofas, slurping everything in sight, with a bottomless pit for an appe......

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...It is a quarter turn at best or a full leap from not looking yesterday in the eye to then smothering it in kisses as exhausting as those long nights delirious to what will brin......

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... For our seven kids we bought last year for their Easter day seven bunnies. Is that a lot? Yes, it is. It’s brought great dismay. Bunnies sure multiply. Oh my! I could not believe my own eyes......

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...Six months gone now since that dark night, I was kitchen-bound for a bite Hoping I in icebox there a slice of pumpkin pie could score – While I searched, I heard a ringing, an insistent ding-a-ling......

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...I don't know where my absolutes lie Where am I defined Has there been a point I was set in time When I'm with friends on my own The reception I get is different from home Which version is the c......

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...EASTER DINNER they liked the one behind me the teal and black checkerboard its sparkling tiles on the diagonal red, yellow, blue, pink pillows on sofas and chair the sunrise was un......

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...Pillows and cushions On sofas and beds Who needs more Than one cushion To rest weary heads People who buy them Seem to need more To place on their chairs And sometimes the floor It's got......

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...JUSTICE They stare out at us unsmiling from tintypes of the first photographs, from the tea-colored pictures of thin, ragged immigrants, huddled in cold bare rooms in tenements, children cl......

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...Joanne jumps like a deranged jack rabbit, my grandma said. I have seen her leap over sofas, cars, and a firetruck red. Her legs are longer than your Dad’s or Uncle Ed. She hops over skyscrapers, m......

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...The chairs have flowered backs And all the sofas’ seats have stripes. The carpet has a beige design To match all styles and types. The walls are painted in a shade That’s neutral, like a balm.......

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...There should be an idle Olympics, one where you don't cycle or run, and instead of diving, there's synchronised skiving where teams of four get nothing done. A training camp for doing little wo......

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...The cabin is a lumber store of snores Sawing and hacking while lying on our backs Filling the day’s orders of dreams and chores I’m the only one up this early Alert to the prophecies With chec......

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...Lost Property If I collected all the lost keys – the ones on rings, or chains, that drop into drains, unclaimed, and squat there, sequestered out of sight, rusting behind bars, far bel......

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