Veranda Poems - Poems about Veranda

The Veranda Congregation

It is five o'clock somewhere
And the porch is still there
There are cocktails, and the a swing that still sways
With the wind and the whispers
We will all meet here
With our memories of those yesterdays
At the end of West Road
We watch fireworks explode
From the porch on the Fourth of July
Now our children are grown
We thank God for

My Veranda Views

Alone in this veranda
In this rocking chair I love
I see my world in many views
Right now, the field is in full green
Just in time the farmers
Planted after a month of rains
I see also the humdrum life
Besides this two-story house
A bustling street of queued jeepneys
Happen everyday that God has made
What is more exciting is beyond the

On The Veranda

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Veranda Moment

Watching the sunset
Small joy brings simple life
Banish my upset.

the veranda

on the veranda
sounds of raindrops, twirling leaves
scurrying squirrels
gunshots in the distance boom
- deer to decimate garden      

The Strewn Flowers Upon the Veranda Blooms

Though like cats the hours stray,
The infinity of our love will never be far away,

The mist shall dance upon its ballerina heels,
As the love and garden of your lips seals,

The midnights shall sing with blossoms reborn,
From the gypsies and drifters lovelorn,

The strewn flowers upon the veranda blooms,
In moonlights sweet havens and rooms
Reynaldo Casison

Out On the Veranda

Miss the quiet so go to the porch
Drawn into its pleasure.
Awesome way to start a day.
Viewing nature's measure

Water sprinklers imitate rain. 
Man's poor substitute
Across the way God's gift breath takes
Fulfills not dilutes.

The ambiance surrounds all plants.
And the poet out on the porch'
A relaxation covers all. 
Hold high nature's torch! 

Sometimes nature does go astray.
From God's

Veranda

After the thunder and lightning storm
Raindrops steadily fall
It washes the air clean for now
Veranda my name calls

Everything is pollen coated
Birds of the air seem fine
Doves coo to their love in phrases  
Sparrows chirp to others their line

It is a musical chorus
Each species comes in on cue
The raindrops a soft cymbal 
Crows caw the trumpet

Breakfast On the Veranda

                   Dainty donuts dance on the dish.
                   Dawn's delectable desire...delish!

         

From the Veranda Window

Once I saw my sister out in the meadow
Picking wild daisies and black-eyed susans
She was happy then, I could easily tell,
I watched her from the veranda window
She tossed her lovely hair out of her eyes
And carefully arranging each flower 
In a bouquet, she flitted like a bee from
Colorful stem to stem, I heard her sighs.

My

Come On the Veranda Amanda

Come out on the Veranda Amanda 
For the sun is  setting soon 
We will speak of love with candour
As we stroll beneath the moon
I will strum upon my mando-
-lin, choose sweetest songs to croon
For you are my heart’s commander
And your nearness makes me swoon

As we let our steps meander
Through the twilight, petal strewn
Will you

Rancor On the Veranda

I see nothing but pink plume and ink
In the lofty canopy above
The roof is raised with mist

And rust in my eyes 
and the old wreck of souls
Shouting Jazz melodies like tricks

The way this porch was raised
by Summer Sweat-Backs
Anticipating the eager tide

Of the long lost labour
of Coast Mainline Harbour poles
Broken Nets untied and umkempt

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On My Veranda---What I Experience

Oak trees, dark or sunny sky,		
Neighbors waving, passing by,

Music of the buzzing bees,
Young ones playing as they please,

Varied colors seasons bring,
Ecstasy of birds that sing,
Roaming strays, both dogs and cats,
Active squirrels, dancing gnats,
Nature’s grand, diverse array,        
Divers sights and sounds each day--      
All

The Veranda In Spring

Spring's veranda calls to me, come enjoy peace
Out on the porch I commune with sweet nature
A sacred place of quietude and release
Where seasons come then go with air sweet and pure
And the view causes my stress to slowly cease
Out on this portico, though a humble lure
Angels and the Holy Spirit reach down, touch
My soul mends

A Panda On My Veranda

There’s a panda on my veranda
It’s been there most of the night
I don’t think I would have believed it
But it’s there in black and white

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