#houses poems on Hello Poetry

neth jones Sep 1

i watched a movie today
        and it made me think a lot about houses
what a threat they are to us
                        how they tighten in on our fears
  and contain ***** hobbies
slyly
    adjust our moods and personalities
                  tuning us to match their wallpaper
  their architecture  angling our minds
they make us fierce tail tiger chasing captives
presence extends
                      and we are for always on a leash of expenses
            leased out to the world   only for toil

                 houses shelter us from the elements
so that we may lament
                                         and carry our damage
like mourning  through generations
                             and fill them with rewarding
     gummy treats

                                            what ugliness is made
         without the weather to worry it all away
...anyway.. that's how i felt
                             after i watched a movie today

#safety #security #houses #human #captivity #sadness #mourning #depression #gothic #influence

Yanamari Jun 2023

Houses

Paint layers walls
And walls layer houses
Uncarefully placed
In our carefulness
Comforted in perfection unreachable

And what wisdom lays
In a world that wreaks destruction
On the weak foundations that we sow
And the even weaker plants that we reap
Fabricated
Cheap
An amalgamating mess
Painted onto
Thin fragile walls
Holding up
Thin fragile houses

#houses #fabricate #careful #construct #human

Roanne Manio Jun 2022

Old Bones

Your stairs shrieked like an infant at midnight
and your walls haunted my dreams.
Still you housed my hands that touched so tenderly your floors, your mold, your crown.
Your windows stared: eyes on a hill. And I wonder what it feels like to be seen
like a monument in a ghost town.
You housed my head
so constantly swirled, maimed, losing consciousness.
You housed me so fiercely, intensely,
with a love that sang my restless soul to sleep.
Everyday you kept me in your arms, your womb.
You framed all my sunsets, my stars,
my endless sighs.
It is time to let your walls collapse,
your doors forever close,
but I have left my heart underneath your old, old bones.

An ode to the house I lived in for 24 years.

#houses

Nigdaw Dec 2021

new estate

an intimately vast space
spread out in small pockets
where once a treed horizon
dared to peek out into view
now walls enclose the square feet
so precious to the privileged few
real estate, though nothing real
about it at all, built on dreams
and promises unfulfilled
you can plan your OXO lifestyle
advertised on billboards
of temptation on the roadside
that passes what looks
like a battlefield, nature making
one last stand of liquid mud
to repel all boarders, but to no avail
tarmac veins snake and harden
making new arteries to a future
braver infantile world
of possession and greed

#estate #houses #building #realestate

W Winchester Oct 2021

444

From within my
Glass house
I keep a pillow
Full of stones
To lay my
Weary head
A chest full of
Bricks
To build my bed
And a cabinet
Full of molotovs
In case I need
A drink

hmmm

#hmm #drinks #molotov #bed #glass #houses #pillow

Thomas Steyer Jul 2021

Good Bones

There is a house in Newport Green
They call it the sturdy one
It withstood all kinds of stormy weather
Ever since time had begun

If you're wondering why it's still there
Even though it moans and groans
Never mind smart wood construction
It lasted thanks to good bones

#houses #goodbones #sturdy #weather #construction #lasting

Raven Feels Jul 2021

Expired Sunset

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, and she dreams:?

expired sunset
a multicolored sky fired and met
wings of flee burnt rain
dawns of lasts in unseen flames

the table dines
lions chase forests of mine
like when the first sip shadowed
of the water green in lakes shallow

hands shot eyes intake
tremble ripped canvas of french fake
ashes unknown no name
to reach out faces or claim

polished the twenty third
out of the bathing bird
a Sunday morning motions
a faze of a dark table believed bad omen

-----ravenfeels

#bird #lions #cars #paintings #golden #hung #walls #houses #table #claim

Andrew Jul 2021

new streets

They bought a house -
I hope they live there awhile,

perhaps till they're old

and someday,
when that driveway is cracked
and the door needs fixing,
they can look out and say

I know I lived a good life

#houses #life #growing #old

Sharon Talbot Dec 2020

A December Night

We live on the dark street at night,
Rows of old houses huddled in the cold.
Only one small door has a hesitant light
Glowing yellow against wooden gold.

Flowers and weeds are crushed and dry,
Wreathing withered, brown, grass yards.
Frozen blades crack as feet walk by,
Only wild things cross the hay-like swards.

Old people huddle near the wood stove
Or bake bread and pies in the oven.
Their little dogs are let out for a minute’s rove.
Even they shy away from a world so frozen.

The world of black and white
Dims sight and stultifies the senses
It dulls imagination.
So one goes to sleep and waits.

Waits for morning and
The first ray of sun
Reminding one of spring
And the light, warming the street.

December 2020

This was my impression when glancing out the front door late at night. I was cold and seemed much darker than usual, which was fitting.

#december #night #street #dark #cold #houses #dried #grass #frozen #hiding

Blackenedfigs Dec 2020

Mesa Morning Song

It is fascinating to listen to the world wake up in the morning. It’s as though everything is still and frozen in time that even the birds are hesitant to start their morning songs. But then suddenly, as the first stretch of daylight crawls across the lines and rows of rooftop houses, you can hear the whole Earth start up in stages. First the signaling of the distant trains, their own morning song in a way I suppose. Then the rest of the neighborhood follows suit in a chorus. Car engines rattle on to melt the ice off their windshields and they too, groan and moan not yet ready for the daily grind. I picture people sipping their coffee while their kids quickly and hastily brush their teeth to make it to school on time. The buses stagger in lines to greet them at their doorsteps. One by one the birds unruffle their feathers in the treetops and begin to rise in song. The streets that just lay undisturbed moments ago, pristine with a thin layer of 4AM dew, are now bustling with car exhaust and scurrying street cats who are simply trying to get out of the way. And you in the midst of your tossing and turning murmur something in your sleep and I wish I could lie here forever.

A lesson in prose poetry.

#prose #morning #love #song #waking #awake #mesa #inlove #houses #sound