Top 100 Poems About: HOUSE

In this page, poems on / about “house” are listed.
  • 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
  • 2.
    Ghost House

    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.
    A House Upon The Height


    A House upon the Height—
    That Wagon never reached— read more »

    Emily Dickinson
  • 7.
    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
  • 8.
    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
  • 9.
    The House

    They are building a house
    half a block down
    and I sit up here
    with the shades down read more »

    Charles Bukowski
  • 10.
    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
  • 11.
    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
  • 12.
    The Harlot's House

    We caught the tread of dancing feet,
    We loitered down the moonlit street,
    And stopped beneath the harlot's house. read more »

    Oscar Wilde