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"house" poems

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Two dead boys (My favorite poem of all time!)Ladies and gentleman skinny and scout / I'll tell you a tale I know nothing about / The admission is free so pay at the door

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The JourneyOne day you finally knew / what you had to do, and began, / though the voices around you

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Humanity I Love YouHumanity i love you / because you would rather black the boots of / success than enquire whose soul dangles from his

E. E. Cummings25

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safethe house next door makes me / sad. / both man and wife rise early and

Charles Bukowski32

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epithetand here i am again / at the intersection / of pedestrian language

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The Hardest PartWhat is the hardest part / Of being alone? / It's the quietness,

@jeremy-r-frenette15

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My Love Is Building A Buildingmy love is building a building / around you,a frail slippery / house,a strong fragile house

E. E. Cummings17

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air and light and time and space"--you know, I've either had a family, a job, something / has always been in the / way

Charles Bukowski33

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making itignore all possible concepts and possibilities --- / ignore Beethoven, the spider, the damnation of Faust --- / just make it, babe, make it:

Charles Bukowski20

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NostalgiaLittle house / Timeless street / Childhood garden

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Lukewarm Yellow And BlueHot chocolate no longer tastes like chocolate / Tea gets me as drunk as wine / I get about as high on cannabis as I would rosemerry or thyme

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GoodnightGoodnight, the fire burns brightly / Goodnight, you kiss my forehead lightly / Almost paternally now

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river of golden dreamsdust cloud heavy / in an apricot sky / cottonwood mucker

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Blood linesThere were dividing lines / between Springfield / and Mariners Gate

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Nan...It's been **nine** years now. **Nine** years since the angels took you away. **Nine** years since I stood at the home, looking at your peaceful face; eyes closed, a ghost of a smile gracing your lips. It doesn't seem that long. It seems like yesterday you were calling me your **little princess**; I'm still that little girl at heart. The one who believed she would grow up to be a beautiful elegant contessa. I don't have many memories of the times we shared as I was only young when you passed. In fact, sometimes I struggle to picture your **gorgeous**, smiling face telling me stories of your past of advice for when I grew into an elegant older woman just like you were then. / I was **only** 6... 6 years old and I had to go through the **pain** and heartache of having my nan **cruelly** taken away from me. I'll be 16 **next year**. I'll be having my prom **next year**. I will be leaving year 11, getting my GCSE results and starting A-levels **next year**. So much has happened in these 9 **short, short** years. There is so much more to come and you won't be here to share it with me. My **graduation** from university, my **first** career move, my **marriage**, my **children**... Your **great-grandchildren**. You won't be here for the **good** times, the **bad**...The **happy** and the **sad**... / There are certain qualities about you that I will **always** remember... Being made banana sandwiches **every** time we went round to your house! Having a Sunday roast with you and Granddad **every** single week! Your 60th birthday (I knocked Zack down and felt so chuffed!) The **last** birthday you ever spent with me... You made my birthday cake that year... If I remember correctly, it was a princess castle with all the Disney princesses stood around it! You told me I deserved a cake because I **was** a beautiful princess also.

@the-dreamer-teen4

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AnxietyThe rustle of sheets / the pacing of feet / and the lights outside flicker

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please be naked“please be naked” / she stands in her doorway wearing just a gown, / I walk in the house, dumbstruck by beauty,

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SAVE THE GIRL CHILDA girl is the doll / Princess of the house / Loves so much

@renu-bindlish17

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She's Veiled But Not TiedThe woman makes a house the home / and fills the man's horizontal spread with dreams. / Four walls can’t hold a woman inside

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The Sounds of MidnightThe lull of a restless night relieves my senses / It's monotone silence maintains my breath / The cold night breeze enters through an open window

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The Glass Shackles~for those who will read this and weep~ / *the quiet ones, / the silent Job ones,

@bus-poet-stop68

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Stupidest ThingsI'M MAKING nachos in your toaster oven. The chips fall in the pan without a problem. Beans, evenly distributed (if I do say so myself.) Salsa- good to go. Then the cheese. Generic brand shredded cheese blend. I dangle my (washed) fingers into the zip-lock bag, grab a generous pinch and rain mild cheddar down on my gourmet meal. And I feel the tears building. "No," my conscious scolds, "you will not cry over shredded cheese." I add another pinch for flavor, then another to assert dominance. I slide the pan into the tiny oven- triumphant! But the next task breaks me. I freeze when I try to adjust the heat setting. I hear your voice so clearly, like you're still calling from the next room: "you have to press the TOAST button, it cooks much faster." The tears start to roll. I think about how excited you were when cheese bubbled perfectly- "just a little brown, ever so slightly crispy." We would joke about your persnickety preferences, likely a product of your superior taste. Of course, you would have appreciated anything I made for you, but it was always better when the dish matched the idea in your head...when I made it like you would have made it (if you were only well enough to cook for yourself again.) In the present, I poke the TOAST button and flee the kitchen as to not cry in front of the smothered chips. I sit on the sofa and break down, gasping in childish sobs. "I miss her," I wail to an empty house. Warm tears coat my cheeks in the air-conditioned room. I feel so small. I feel so foolish for crying over stupid, little things. I feel so... so... A bell dings in the kitchen. I wipe my sleeve across my face and traipse back to the toaster. Hand into oven mitt, mitt onto pan, pan onto table. I grab the plastic tubs of sour cream and guacamole from the fridge and a spoon from the drawer that sticks a little when you try to open it. I pick the non-wilted bits off the head of lettuce and rinse them under the faucet. I finish the recipe. I pull out a chair. I sit down to nachos for one.

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O Tell Me The Truth About LoveSome say love's a little boy, / And some say it's a bird, / Some say it makes the world go around,

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A LifeTouch it: it won't shrink like an eyeball, / This egg-shaped bailiwick, clear as a tear. / Here's yesterday, last year ---

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stages of detachment*ground zero* / i become aware of boundaries / i am a dog chasing cars

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