Poems About: HOUSE

Scorched white by the lowly hung sun,
Crouched underneath the low ceiling sky.
Could burn his fingerprints right off,
Could be his last underground loft. read more »

(An NLP Editor's Choice Award Winner in Verdant Lands of Spring) They are tearing down my Grandfather's house,
it's made of wood and brick and stone.
The windows they've removed. To them it's real
estate, to me it's my heart being ripped in two. read more »

I wanted a house
A square house
For my square things
A house with corners read more »

It has been a while
Since my self became displeased with me
And left.
What remains with me read more »

As a toddler I grew up in my
Grandparents ancestral house
Large house with several rooms
Sloping red tiled roof read more »

If i lived in a house blended with ripened banana,
clusters of the fresh green fruit extruding in
abundance from the roof,
i wouldn't have to cook my meal; surviving handsomely read more »

This house a dictatorship
Learn to shut your mouth and follow directions
Or receive punishments
For your treason read more »

He was a blue-eyed giant,
He loved a miniature woman. read more »

One hour: as dim he and his house now look
As a reflection in a rippling brook,
While I remember him; but first, his house. read more »

we are in this house
that from our sweat built
there are only two of us
in this house read more »

I stood in the midst of the empty house,
It was silent, empty, and bare,
gone was the laughter the tears and the life,
and the family that once lived there. read more »

They lived
in a house by the sea
he and she.
Where sun sheltered read more »