Veranda Poems - Poems about Veranda

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...

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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...

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

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

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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...

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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...

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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...

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

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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...

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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...

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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 My Masterpiece belongs at...

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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...

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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...

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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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