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Tatiana Feb 2019
Somewhere, there is a house upon a hilltop
that still has the shakes
of life that once lived within it.
Shivering with memories
of children's feet pounding
through the halls as they played.
They were the blood racing through its veins.

Yet all races must come to an end.

Now the house is nothing more
than a reminder of the past
that's unsteady; it shakes
like hands that have held too much.
The house is nothing more
than gaping windows, knocked out doors
and peeling paint;
that shudders in the terrible breeze.
Memory has always been rather shaky
Colm Feb 2019
Are you seeing this?
This is why the home.
Because sometimes you have to be a part of someone else's story in order to be able to write your own.
Home life
matin

mini boon
got you
so soon
this lit'l
boo to
suit and
end the
blues with
petunias that
bloom with
smoke in
their room
and nocturn
with owl
matin was
in the
red house
Aytree Feb 2019
I’ve been so busy these past few years struggling to hold my sealing up.
Trying prevent it all form fall apart.
But in the end it’s to much.
so you just let go and let it all….  fall.
It’ll break your heart
But then you’ll realize that it’s a whole new world out there.
you just been using power,
on something that only made you weaker
Leia Spencer Feb 2019
How are there people
Who only light one candle
To find warmth?
-Honey, in this house I need a bonfire
I have 18 candles in my room
Rena Lyn Bala-oy Feb 2019
We splashed colors on the blank walls
And made funny faces at each other.
With my little steps and
Yours which were bigger,
We ran around the little house
And made me a hero at 5 years old.
I miss that little house,
When we were still close
And only four walls surrounded us.
Now there are more halls and walls,
A maze too tiring to figure out
And you and I were lost at both ends,
No longer chasing each other,
But too busy in our own lives.

I miss you, mama.
But, I hope your new four walls
With your new little prince
Would have a better ending
Than you and I.
As impulsive_thoughts, I posted this on Mirakee last year. I think I'll be posting more of my earlier poems here just so I can share it to a different audience
I'd stink
in pink
till ****
is dart
only to
start a
fight nobody
would win
with the
heart of  
severity when
she may
see their
epitaph here
would din
and mire
little hen
a girl in my heart
memoona kazmi Jan 2019
let's build a house,
a house for two,
let's build it's walls together,
you bring love,
i'll bring affection,
you bring honesty,
i'll bring loyalty,
you bring trustability,
i'll bring reliability,
let's roof the house with fidelity,
we will decorate it with feality,
let's build a house,
a house for two,
a house for us.........
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