Furniture Poems

Furniture poems bring the best collection of short and long furniture poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great furniture rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these furniture poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on furniture are here for you.

My Snow Laden Divan

My Snow Laden Divan prose poem

She wore the meekness and grace of the gods and was shapely beyond compare. In that pageant aura, had about her the fearless abandon of Diana At The Bath. I did not spy on her, for fear I could lose

Poems containing references to : Furniture

Tears For The Lost Memory

Tears  For The Lost Memory prose poem

It was like yesterday when the rain was failing and it never seems to stop when the sun was shining but it never seems to set. But today I was lift with the memory I thought things will continue to

The Giving Tree

The Giving Tree short poem

The trees give us water and fresh air, We shouldn’t be destructive that isn’t really fair; They give us oxygen and food, We shouldn’t kick them or break their leaves whether in a rage or in a bad mood; To

The Visit

The Visit prose poem

The Seventh Day church built on the bend I curse at the perfection Alongside these potholes dug deep A cemetery for hope Down the road the Pentecostal one wore a hat It seems the years had stripped away all that

Components of a House

Components of a House long poem

Not necessarily a palatial edifice- it may not be a fifty or a hundred room structure, it may not come in a multiple layers of concrete steel columns or colonnades. It may not be architecturally beautiful like those in sub-urban

Evicted

Evicted short poem

I’ve lived in your heart for three years. My payments were always before time. If I made too much noise I assure you I didn’t know. My foot steps are often loud, the neighbor beside me keeps his music up.

He, Destiny

He, Destiny short poem

He sits in a room with no windows, the air stagnates rapidly and with no fresh air. Impossible for anyone to animate inside, he ponders how he got there. Mismatched furniture, like his soul, he has had seen better days

100…99…98…off To The Land Of…

100...99...98...off To The Land Of... elegy

Wynken Blynken and Nod??? (ah…oh methinks this pissant pooch woof lee barked up the wrong tree – reed don my mongrel friend) This poetic endeavor doth not boast nor brag to take digs on front page headline grabbing news, nonetheless

Asterism

Asterism long poem

It’s not gonna be long before we realize again that we must return to the quiet of wakefulness, the jump to belated scenery that undulates like time, like minutes in your head after the greensward sank weakly beneath the ground

Breaking The Rules

Breaking The Rules short poem

Graveyard of stillbirths. I am walking on severed legs. She was pushed off a moving train. Could not be raped. No I don’t see any sickly aberration. It was ossification of stunted intellect. Who was desperate to exit the hazy

The Evil Day

The Evil Day ballad

Before some three or four-odd days Began the nature show some craze. The people, truly afraid, to say, Nowhere did find a place to stay. The initial portension was a fire, That left a pile of ashes and mire Of

Failure

Failure short poem

I saw it as you might see an accident – you’ve saved up all your life for a trip to France not going to Paris but up in Brittany where the family came from long ago never dreaming they’d turn

Yourself

Yourself short poem

Watch your beautiful smile, You shine so bright, Mama calls you her pride, Teachers called you a star! You are more than rubies and pearls., You are bubbly like a glass of Cristal, Yet you move so dull as if

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Amidst

Amidst short poem

It just happened…. With the words he spoke, With the blink of his eyes, With the smile on his lips, With the zeal in his heart and with his love for art… All led to my words spilling out, My

Alive In Poetry

Alive In Poetry long poem

Have you given birth? If you have written poetry then you have It doesn’t matter if you are young or old Man or woman Tall or short Poets give life to words Everyday, in every way, everywhere In a hectic

Roses From Holland

Roses From Holland long poem

ROSES FROM HOLLAND and an invitation to join you there for the summer well in my reply I said thank you but no thanks if you’re just looking for a lover I don’t do like that anymore I want to

Should I

Should I short poem

Should I Should l call you love of my life or destroyer of it? Should I give you a kiss for love or a slap for hate? Should l feel love for you or hate for me? Should l sleep

The End

The End short poem

Much can be said But we speak in hushed tones Curt with our responses Hiding behind the wall of vulnerability We hold our breaths in anticipation Who will be the first to crack ? Unsightly in the walls of protection

Chill

Chill short poem

Hey! would you not welcome me in? don’t ask later where I’ve been, For when I’ll leave, you’re going to complain, I take long to come back again!!!

Far Away

Far Away short poem

It’s been a while since you’ve gone away My heart is tired yet it yearns today A secret now cold, it’s hard to contain I long for you, but you’re far away Your memories are all I have To be

Ghosts Are Not Scary

Ghosts Are Not Scary short poem

I’m sorry, but, ghosts are not scary. They live inside me. They live inside you. And without realizing, they consume us whole Of course, they are here to destroy But the destruction..? It’s so silent And silence, so to say,

I’ve Danced On Many Worlds, And Will On Many More.

Ive Danced On Many Worlds, And Will On Many More. prose poem

I’ve danced on many worlds, and will on many more. Each have proven unique, with many lessons to learn. I’ve traveled far but have farther still to go. The road is long and tiresome, with many falling and failing to

Love Fire

Love Fire short poem

My love is fire, full of light Which makes surroundings bright Whenever she comes in sight My heart pounces with delight I have made her fortune and fate My life starts with that date When counters her graceful gait Soul

Life Is Not That Easy To Win Over

Life Is Not That Easy To Win Over short poem

To conquer my desire, I chose to battle alone. Armed with hope, Strength and courage Holding weapons of determination and perseverance Struggled, fought till the last blood sheds But.. Lost!!!!Defeated!!! People say “Life is like licking honey off a thorn”….Yes

Being A Girl.

Being A Girl. short poem

what is her fault? just ”being a girl”. Took her to the worst, left nothing to curse. No sense nor an idea, why and what is going on her. Calling out mom, wished hearts would really connected. considered her an

Wearing Away

Wearing Away short poem

I have again become empty by undoing a disturbing thought. Unsexing the sputtering stillness of a Robin. Tender bruises on the pink heart. A bird was flying away. Little tears come down from the swollen river in spate. Pain lingers

Adrift In Daydreams Upon The Banks Of The Nile

Adrift In Daydreams Upon The Banks Of The Nile prose poem

An average of 2,830 cubic meters per second of rich silt forms an alluvial plain that spreads outward in a fan shape from sedimentary deposit whereby ancient Egyptian civilizations got built adorning arid topography invaluable like the aorta pumping blood

The Three Fedoras

The Three Fedoras sonnet poems

Atop our heads, we place a special hat, We pull it off and that’s where verse is found. We look to Sklyark’s flight if we fall flat, Then link our words to pictures that resound. The muses visit us and

Family

Family short poem

Family. That’s what we’ve grown to be. From once not knowing each other’s names, To all being able to take the blame. The past 3 years, We’ve grown to become who we are, From the people that surround us. Our

Acrostic-1 Melancholia

Acrostic 1 Melancholia short poem

M elancholia is the word for my life E very desire and will is lost to further thrive L ost is everything that once belonged to me A pathy is all I have after Thee N o trust resides in

Aliza & Momin

Aliza & Momin short poem

I greet admirers of Chocolate on 13 September International Chocolate day with the following poem; Momin & Aliza Momin is the name of my niece’s son Two years of age with frolic and fun Aliza is the daughter of my

A Small Glas Of Water

A Small Glas Of Water short poem

One small glass of water. The waiter said, “THAT WAS THE ORDER”. In the pantry the man looked at me. We have no water, LET IT BE. What will I tell him, HIS MAJESTY ! OFF WITH MY HEAD !

Identity Crisis

Identity Crisis short poem

Here are some “easy” questions we all have been asked. What do you plan on doing after high school? Which Colleges are you looking at? Would you want us to help find the right college for you? Do you know

For The Moment

For The Moment prose poem

Tenuous and stretched are our links Precious, yet an incomplete jigsaw Making it arduous to reach a Safe heaven of human interface. It can whither like the autumn leaves Wearily sinking like the sun at dusk, As if there wouldn’t

Anything For You

Anything For You sonnet poems

A beauty at heart is found, Has become a part of my Life, The access to all my worldly activities is you You leaving me is a dreadful thing, Yet,You wished me to be happy, Never said no to your

The Vin Malaria

The Vin Malaria prose poem

I’ve shared more than blame These harpies find me Wandering cargo ships with dagger-eyed cheeks and charm A gold-fleeced buffalo Mama said don’t engage But I can’t short them when they’ve come so far for someone not looking to be

Learning

Learning short poem

Can you freeze the years? Untrammeled mind? Why lost in consoles, for hurting odyssey? Why we did not meet in unhearing range? Like the grassy lips of silken stings? A moon? behind us the war machine was walking. Sunflowers had

More Than Myself

More Than Myself ode

That day when my name was announced I walked towards the stage and took my place I felt very happy and content Almost everyone stood up And clapped and cheered for me But, do you know what was even more

The Photograph

The Photograph elegy

Linked arms, looking into the future, my daughters, In jim-jams, bought from Sunday markets, Off the Thame Road, and your beautiful young faces. This picture of a world I no longer have, imbued With all the scattered sadnesses of time,

A Rainbow Team

A Rainbow Team short poem

Here we are A rainbow team A better life Our only dream Look up at the sky There’s a purpose there You can’t deny Stars are everywhere Bright eyes to glow To watch you grow A milky way To dance,