Housing Poems

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

Paul Dice

Paul Dice elegy

A 21st century apostle strove to ease our appalling quandary ameliorating the sensation sans being caught between the devil and the dark blue sea, This tethered to the oblate spheroid earthling doth strive toward savoir-faire re: As the fickle finger

Poems containing references to : Housing

Sisyphus Eternal

Sisyphus Eternal prose poem

Positivity, happiness, love, these Words you threw at me, expecting Me to grab on to them and connect. Expecting my instincts to take over, Expecting my soul to grasp onto them Instantly knowing, feeling, understanding Their nature, knowing how to

Caithness

Caithness short poem

He falls and snuggles like a lover to the floor; dreams spilling from the bottle in the weathered-hand. Beyond the door, dead-brochs lie buried on the moor. Forebears are but sepulchral-weals upon the land. Dreams spilling from the bottle in

The End Of The World

The End Of The World short poem

Do you think it’s the end? the wild waves foaming over the gardens of paradise the sinners still floating The rich getting richer the poor slobbering in poverty down the dark trails of doom homeless and starving Do you think

The Quarry

The Quarry short poem

The trees have grown for years and years, but now they cut it down All I have is memories of a glorious view, what I admired is now dirt ground. The beautiful hill that rose high with courage is now

घाव

घाव azad nazm

छतें ही छतें हैं बस दूर तक जहाँ नज़र हांफने लगे, दराज़ मकान ऊपर तक, जहाँ आँखें अपने ही वज़न से गिरने लगें, हवा में रखी सलीबों पर फंदों से झूलते लोग अपनी अपनी उदासी पर मुस्कानें बनाते हैं, मिटाते

Glassy-eyed Dreams

Glassy eyed Dreams ballad

I used to be a belligerent drunk I drank each day that I woke. I would spend all my cash on a five minute dash And a packet of Marlboro to smoke. My friends said I’d die alcoholic I laughed

At Least Eighty Dead.

At Least Eighty Dead. elegy

“At least eighty dead,” is all you’ve said…. As that charred colossus, Grenfell, towers overhead. The hopes and fears of those you loved, Dead. Those missing, without mention, who died, without dying, who cried, without crying. The faceless, euphemised headlines

Baby Grand

Baby Grand long poem

Imagine if you will As you read this tale A dramatic crescendo Of the musical scale. Our story commences Beyond picket fences, Within a house so grand In a variety of senses. Up an ornate stairway, Past sculptures and statues,

Connswater

Connswater short poem

Our river wasn’t a clean river, a mountain stream, a babbling brook, or a silver girl. It was a filthy river, a city river, forsaken, neglected. Long gone, the glory days, when it was thick with trout and where, according

Implicate

Implicate short poem

Is it all just a big mistake The Earth got bored and had a big earthquake Did the universe decide instead of expanding lets just create The postman arrives at ten past eleven and he’s five minutes late I sit

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Lygodium Palmatum

Lygodium Palmatum short poem

You grow like ferns in my ribcage. weeds. feeding on the topsoil, residue, sediment of the flora now dead and gone — a decaying heart. through filtered sunlight you grow rampant, climbing, twining through every part of this rotting, putrid

Popinjay Tree

Popinjay Tree long poem

I have a tree tall, virid, and shady. Like the moon I see from my car- It follows me and shines all the way! Some like me glance at it as they pass by- while many linger under it like

They Live!

They Live! short poem

Here they come from their floating fortress Their eyes strange their cloths mysterious They move like kings Walk like a Storm Their fortress vanishes beneath clouds Here comes the Storm Their fortress flies high Their weapons flash in thunder Those

Concessions With The Unrequited

Concessions With The Unrequited short poem

The visceral unease between genders …beauty that evokes incomplete phrases, erotic whispers and dream romances sublimated by acknowledging muses. Their distinct faces ripe with wry condescension cruel–dismissive eyes crystalline blue as the shallowest reefs where wealthy tourists lallygag like sea

The Bleeding Heart

The Bleeding Heart elegy

My heart is bleeding all over again I could feel the tears run down my chin As i trudged down the path of whys I could hear the cry of an innocent infant Mommy why? Mommy why? Mommy why? Oh!

Crossing

Crossing short poem

The body was arched in a denial mode on the rose bed, unsettling human emotion in the train of lots. A broken chain of thoughts outranking the holiness of crime. I am not getting the signals of fire, sparks or

Me

Me short poem

I travel between two worlds World of imagination, another of daily settings. I work, I talk, I sleep and eat And do all things, all for common blessings. My essential hours guide me To assume my conscious self Amid the

Customized Menu

Customized Menu ballad

Low and behold those creatures cried and begged while the butcher cut their heads then he sells them part by part to her delicatessen Kidney pie, liver fry, sizzling heart and brain rated for their fat Hanging in freezer rooms

Place The Stone

Place The Stone elegy

Heart dont let me down.Stay strong for just one more round. Eyes please dont let me see you cry .Oh spirt its time to grow wings and fly. Sun for me wont you please shine,let a cool wind blow from

What The Cops Don’t Know

What The Cops Dont Know prose poem

This is told in the perspective of a young boy. When I look at my mother, I picture her grave, Untidy and old, Covered in mold. I picture the knife , Used to end her, The pool of blood, She

Negotiating Peace Between Palestine And Israel

Negotiating Peace Between Palestine And Israel short poem

Imagine Israeli and Palestinian children given flowers, roses, and peace signs To take home to their parents as gifts of love and freedom. Imagine smiling at them and learning of The future they have in store for more Balanced communities

The Jester

The Jester short poem

Retrieving a book from the calmness of it’s nook Opening to illustrated pages to be read by children of all ages As the pages were turned, one by one An image soon appeared, as bright as the sun There before

I Want To Belong

I Want To Belong prose poem

I may not know much, but I do know that many times you think that you are doing something right, it sometimes throws you for a loop. If you close your eyes and search deep in your heart what do

Or Are We Bots?

Or Are We Bots? prose poem

Fill out the CAPTCHA. Prove you’re not a human. There are so many stupid humans spamming the site It’s gibberish – you can tell it’s a human because they can’t write. When bots do it there is soul and calculation

Elegy In Architecture

Elegy In Architecture elegy

Like a picture postcard from a city, A city frozen in another time. Living its own distorted reality, On the mantel piece of the sky line. The old building – a marooned ark, Amidst that ocean of newness. Currents that

Better Man

Better Man short poem

Lord if I died today I’d be a better man for knowing You You gave my life dignity, purpose and wisdom too Exposed all my weakness to myself forgiving like no other My Father, oh my Lord, beside me always

The Perfect Shoe

The Perfect Shoe short poem

I slip my feet into my brand new shoe Feel its ground, its wall, its roof I feel edges hurting me from one side I take it off and check my size The size seems perfect, but the fit seems

You Say I Am Into Your Heart

You Say I Am Into Your Heart short poem

You say I am into your heart; and sitting on its bough in your sleep and waking I start singing sweet love-song now; and then you ask me, how? You ask me how I entered there and how I love-song

Few little poems

Few little poems short poem

Poetry The best of poetry is performed alone– in her beauty . . . Tears Few little drops of rain in my eyes, wet in warmth of love unfold the silence in the heart. . . Reality A poet’s dark

An Urge

An Urge short poem

From time Immemorial,I am saviour of millions life, I am lifeline to your daily needs , Cities ,towns grew on the bank of mine. I feed you I quench your thirst I provide enlightment to you I am the reason

Autumn Of Life

Autumn Of Life short poem

Autumn is one of the four seasons of all Here, the leaves of the trees do fall. Night spreads it’s darkness prematurely And cold ascends with it cavalierly. Nothing’s different in the autumn of life Where the wrinkled cheeks and

Gift

Gift short poem

The power of your soul the power of voices in you, the strength you carry as a person, the reason of your being. we all have it in a shell deep within us, when the time is right, it cracks

Love Sonnet 168

Love Sonnet 168 sonnet poems

Another minute without you, has passed, As sands pour grandly in a timely fall, And so did leaves that on the ground have massed, When they obliged to heed the Winter’s call; But wintry days lingered, to fill my life,

A Maudlin

A Maudlin long poem

Etched on my mind is a maudlin Of the times when sky was blue And the sun was bright, high noon. Shadows were weird and creepy but Shades held the wayfarer’s blues. Water meadows were wide spread And herds fill

Seine Of Benevolence

Seine Of Benevolence short poem

Like a beautiful woman standing tall, wrapped with a shawl amidst the mist; there exists a seine between what is & what can’t be! And though it’s made up of mere words; it keeps one safe from rash assertion! Like

I Wonder

I Wonder short poem

Alone in a forest in the night Whom would you, my friend, remember? When fear of the death traces your mind Whom would you, my friend, surrender? Whom do you think you owe this life? And whom would you say

The Suicide

The Suicide short poem

Looking down, I can see only one thing… Darkness as far as it goes, not even a blink, Life’s an eternal abyss, I learnt today; Winners see the light, quitters kicked away… Myself was a winner (or so I thought),

Us, Obsolete.

Us, Obsolete. prose poem

If my face was 4.95 inches, and in each of these inches, instead of blemishes and pores, were five-thirty-eight pixels, would you look at me? if my voice was polyphonic, and instead of whispering, interrupted meetings, funerals, and family picnics,

For The Marble Rocks I Sing

For The Marble Rocks I Sing ode

A Majestic stretch of marble lambasted the sky above, While the river Narmada revered and whirled flow below A sight so lovely beholding overpowers mind and soul For this mighty sandstone wonder many ages old Where Nature’s artisan carved lofty