Top 100 Poems About: HOUSE
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1.Another Reason Why I Don'T Keep A Gun In The House
The neighbors' dog will not stop barking.
He is barking the same high, rhythmic bark
that he barks every time they leave the house.
They must switch him on on their way out. read more »Billy Collins
I dwell in a lonely house I know
That vanished many a summer ago,
And left no trace but the cellar walls,
And a cellar in which the daylight falls, read more »Robert Frost
3.I Go Back To The House For A Book
I turn around on the gravel
and go back to the house for a book,
something to read at the doctor’s office, read more »Billy Collins
4.The House With Nobody In It
Whenever I walk to Suffern along the Erie track
I go by a poor old farmhouse with its shingles broken and black.
I suppose I've passed it a hundred times, but I always stop for a minute
And look at the house, the tragic house, the house with nobody in it. read more »Joyce Kilmer
5.Morning In The Burned House
In the burned house I am eating breakfast.
You understand: there is no house, there is no breakfast,
yet here I am. read more »Margaret Atwood
6.House On A Cliff
Indoors the tang of a tiny oil lamp. Outdoors
The winking signal on the waste of sea.
Indoors the sound of the wind. Outdoors the wind.
Indoors the locked heart and the lost key. read more »Louis Macneice
7.The House Was Quiet And The World Was Calm
The house was quiet and the world was calm.
The reader became the book; and summer night
Was like the conscious being of the book. read more »Wallace Stevens
8.A House Upon The Height
A House upon the Height—
That Wagon never reached— read more »Emily Dickinson
9.The House On The Hill
They are all gone away,
The house is shut and still,
There is nothing more to say. read more »Edwin Arlington Robinson
10.Enter This Deserted House
But please walk softly as you do.
Frogs dwell here and crickets too.
Ain't no ceiling, only blue. read more »Shel Silverstein
They are building a house
half a block down
and I sit up here
with the shades down read more »Charles Bukowski
12.A Baby In The House
I knew that a baby was hid in that house,
Though I saw no cradle and heard no cry;
But the husband was tip-toeing 'round like a mouse,
And the good wife was humming a soft lullaby; read more »Ella Wheeler Wilcox