Love Poems About House or House Love Poems
by Wren Rushing |
Categories: house, light, love,

Lighthouse On The Shore

There is a lady all dressed in light, who stands above the jagged shore at night. To guide the sailing ships to safer seas and beg the wicked storms for calmer breeze. She ever shines her light across the bay, in hopeful search for love that sailed away. He left the land with plans to bring back gold, to ask her hand to wed, the story's told. When his ship met with tempest gales, the waves ripped the hull, wind stripped the sails. The lady waits at night for him on shore, as he still lays with gold on ocean floor. Sometimes you see her lonely light afar, it shines in the sky like a distant star. 12/16/18

by arthur vaso |
Categories: art, children, hero,

King Arthur The Great

It’s all about me!
It’s all about me
I am the King sitting in the tree

It’s all about me
It’s all about me
I am clapping my hands with such glee

My subjects love me as is my due
The Royal court loves me, yes them too!
King Arthur I am, Ruler of all realms in the land

It’s all about me
It’s all about me
I am the wisest King to ever be!

Hoist ye drinks and sing me praise
The Ale-house is full, its a King Arthur craze!
Its all about me, the Poet King reciting, loud and free

It’s all about me
It’s all about me
Guinevere knows my kiss is for she!

by Tim Smith |
Categories: love,

My Love Is Real

A pre-lit Christmas tree sparkles the entrance Monet, Van Gough, and Wassily Kandinsky prints adorn the walls of her sitting room a dozen painted roses sit in a faux crystal vase and the smell of apple pie lingers in the air coming from her Scentsy candle warmer resting upon her replica baby grand piano The seconds tick loudly from the tree house looking cuckoo clock as I wait patiently I wait down the stairs she comes waltzing ever so gracefully ever so elegant in her bright flowing yellow dress accented by beautiful costume jewelry my heart skips a beat as we kiss hello and I know yes I know This love is real


by Gary Smith |
Categories: bird, humorous, language, pets,

Captain 'effing' Flint




My parrots name was Captain Flint,
Boy that bird could swear.
I never invited visitors,
So blue was the air.

He'd squawk "pretty effing polly"
Or "give us a cracker you t##t"
I'd never heard such swearing,
I never taught him that.

I bought him off a sailor
Who was heading back to sea,
He said to me, "you'll love him
He's such good company."

And what he said was right
He entertained, it's true.
I said "who's a pretty boy then"
He squawked, " well not effing you !"

The profanities just got too much,
I sold him, with regret.
But the house seems so quiet now, 
Without my 'effing' pet !

by Mike Hauser |
Categories: love,

Love Puddles

If one mid-summers day

Love came rolling in on a cloud 

I'd gladly say let it rain

And puddle up around my house

by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: cat, pets,

POSHPAWS

Poshpaws was our beloved pussy cat She would clean her fur when sat on the mat Loved to be stroked, we could tickle her tum Her purr was loud like the noise from a drum Large emerald eyes would sparkle and gleam Her coat so soft with a beautiful sheen She would lie in the sun from dusk till dawn Rouse from her dreams with a pussycat yawn Dad did not like cats - that’s what he would say But on his lap Poshpaws would always lay She’d follow my Dad all around the house Make no noise, be as quiet as a mouse She slipped away from us aged only ten Buried in a beautiful shady glen Written 11~23~14 Contest: I love my Pets Sponsor LuLoo

by Anne-Lise Andresen |
Categories: life, love,

- The Only Thing That Matters -


                                         My house is on fire
                                       With courage as a lion
                                        runs into the flames
                                     At sixty glowing seconds
                                    I saved my seven puppies








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by Sandip Goswami |
Categories: celebrity, deep, hero, inspirational, love, poverty, sensual,

Celebrity

They are not rich.
They have no car. 
They have no fat.
They have no dream.

They are not so-called educated persons.
They are not news.

They are struggling for existence.

They have not any exceed of life 
Which is poison. 

They live with their old parents.

They have innocent smile and intuition.

They created their poor house as rich home.

They are my celebrities.
But I am not communist.

SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA

by john freeman |
Categories: angst,

A House Divided

“When humanity’s division becomes one and the same God of Love only then will the house of humanity thrive in harmonious balance… Selah”

by Jan Terry |
Categories: celebrity, death, obituary, suicide, sympathy, tribute,

A Tribute to Robin Williams

A good man's gone, loved by us all
on the screen both big and small.

The fire is cold, the lights are out.
His soul's moved on, without a doubt.

The laughter's gone that masked the pain.
The house is still and peace does reign.

He fought his battles on life's wild ride,
but lost his war with the demons inside.

How can one thrive on acclaim and wealth
without the love of one's own self?

I hope you found the peace you sought.
The life you lived won't be forgot.

July 5, 2015

by Richard Lamoureux |
Categories: god, introspection, love,

I Choose

I choose 
To be the calm within the storm
I will not add to the madness
Anger will not be my companion
Truly a calmer spirit can prevail

I choose 
You over me
It is not all about me
Ego will not direct my path
Within your special I will dwell

I choose
To live within this moment
The past has lost its power
Sadness can no longer satisfy
Only the now is really here

I choose
To give of what I have
It was never mine to hold onto
Selfishness will not rule my days
There is enough beyond my need

I choose
More than the temporary
Treasures stored in a heavenly realm
Love will be my companion
"I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever"





by Tim Smith |
Categories: home, love,

Still Loving Her

The dust has all settled I'll go get the broom sweep off the back porch and the old sitting room That wind storm was mighty almost blew me away the foundation was crumbling as the house swung and swayed The timbers were creaking the roof sprung a leak the shutters are broken it really looked bleak The old building survived It's weathered but tough It will stand tall and fight when the going gets rough There's much beauty left in this old home of mine I'll still be loving her till the end of my time
02/22/2015 Your Best Poem With Metaphors hosted by Silent One

by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: loss,

Return to Wagon Wheel

The clouds have formed a mare’s tail in the sky,
a fitting image, for I’m being led
beneath them, where in eerie silence lie
abandoned stalls, untended land, a shed.

And on a gate, like some strange souvenir,
a halfway broken sign reads “Wagon Wheel.”
That horses once were bred and ridden here
both grime and span of time cannot conceal.

But farther down a lane, behind some trees,
(where happiness once lived!) awaits my spring -
a large house, shuttered, with its memories.
In front of it still hangs that wooden swing.

Above long grass and weeds it starts to sway.
The ghost of me has now returned to play.


For the Love and Loss Poetry Contest

by Tirzah Conway |
Categories: family, friendship, health, husband, native american, passion, peopleme, me,

My Blessings...

Steven, My Love, my best friend in life,

Parents that support me in whatever I do;

My two puppies Zeus & Eos (both mutts)

My heritage of Potawatomi, Huron and Sioux;

A family willing to lend me support,

A wonderful house to come home to;

A simple world I can call my own,

My siblings, out there to help pull me through;

My horses willing and full of heart,

And all of my friends - Old and New;

My semi-good health and happiness;

And the passion that writing allows me to peruse!

by Ken Carroll |
Categories: beautiful, love, ocean,

House by the sea

In our house by the sea
the gulls fall silent
the gulf winds have exhausted
their supply of salty scent
we grow languid 
our eyes close with fatigue
my head upon her bosom
my sweetest friend
is trembling

In our house by the sea
never remove your arms from my neck
or shy away your lovely face
embrace and kiss me endlessly
let the hours be lazy and sweet
flowing like the warm southern wind
as we gaze upon the purple sash of sunset
entwined like serpents in battle
soothed by the avid tide and eternal surf

by Thresha Reese |
Categories: conflict, slam,

Road Kill

Ok, this is where I was
A few miles since you last saw me.
A little before sun up,
Before I became road kill.

Stay closer and I'll tell you more.
May I ask, before,
When will I see you again?
Your pure and unnatural thing,
Your nut house?

It's never so easy
When you are road kill like me
Not even hurried
No one checking If I'm here.

Who are you anyway,
To have ever looked this way?
A love letter to road kill,
That spirited, wounded animal
With unfinished business.

Ok, so where were you?
Did you think it wasn't spelled out
Clearly a few miles since I last saw you?
Before you became road kill?


by Ken Carroll |
Categories: beauty, butterfly, for her, love,

Mariposa

Butterfly
painted lady
spread your wings

Thighs of color
pose your love

I light
candle flame
for you
I am
consumed by fire

Since my house
has burned down
I can see
the moon more clearly

I gaze upon
your Eden
falling upon me

I run blindly
to you
as you mount
flowers
in my garden

As I hold you
in my arms
do not
let me feel
your departure
upon my hand...



by JEAN MURRAY |
Categories: home, house, how i feel,

WHERE I LIVE

In a stone cottage surrounded by trees,
I live here listening to birds and bees.
The **** crows each morn, wakens me at dawn.
I curse the beast, then rise to face the morn.
I love my work in the Maternity.
Just three days a week, then I am set free.
I live in Ireland, that beautiful isle.
I am spoiled for choice where to spend a while.
The beach, the forest, the National Park?
All are within range, if my car will start.
Hardly a sonnet but you get my drift.
If SO's not fussy, I'll give him a lift.
My kids have been blessed to grow without fear.
All want to return to have their wanes here.

by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: fantasy, heaven, how i feel, money,

IF I WERE RICH

If money was no object I wonder where I’d go I’d love to visit friends who have just moved to Orlando I could buy a wonderful mansion packed full of treasure With servants to wait on me, so I could enjoy my leisure But to move away from everything I know doesn’t appeal to me Money doesn’t buy you happiness - well not from what I can see So in reality I would not move away from my little house I’d give my fortune to charity and live like a church mouse When I leave this mortal coil I could look down from my home in the clouds See that others have benefited, for there are no pockets in shrouds 10~21~15 If You Were Rich Sponsor Mystic Rose

by Arturo Michael |
Categories: farewell, love, missing you,

Farewell my Love

Sad                      
                                                   
Goodbyes
                                                 
Makes me cry
                                          
Without you here 
                                            
I miss you so much 
                                   
An empty house of stone 
                                          
A lonely bed of silence 

My life will never be the same 
                                       
Only memories of you remain 

Blessed be the day we are in Heaven 

by Joe Flach |
Categories: uplifting,

Echoes of the Heart

The pounding of my heart Echoes in my ears Of the things that made it beat All throughout the years The fondness for my friends Echoes back to me Some of whom I've known For half a century The pattering lover’s beat Echoes in my soul A rhythm that sounds so sweet From the girl who makes me whole The fatherly, thumping sound Echoes throughout the house From the love for our children In tandem with my spouse The echoes of your heart Will put a smile upon your face As long as it beats From being in the right place

by Jarryon Paul |
Categories: imaginationnight, day, love, night,

The Night

The night is a hand cold as stone
Wrapped around my sun - warmed body
It can make one feel so alone
And laughs at those who love the day

The night is a shady man dressed in all black
Who surrounds me as if he were many
He’ll greatly make one’s courage lack 
And terrify those who love the day 

The night is as quiet as a mouse
But yet is always seen 
He’ll silently creep into your house
And capture those who love the day 

The night is poised for a throw 
His weapon used is fear
Our inner light shall make us grow 
And protect those who love the day.

by Khalid Albudoor |
Categories: arabic, desire, leaving, love, memory,

Words

Morning tea is dark
Like the night behind our house
Where the sun lost its way
And the air did not stop to greet our trees.

We gaze at our place where we sat last night
we know 
we'll leave everything behind us
And won't collect the scattered words between the chairs.

Night was long
The candle is dusty and cold like our fingers
Why do we wait for tomorrow
If only to throw our words like pieces of papers 
on the table and leave?

by Randall Smith |
Categories: love

Again

Again

Soldier...
Poet...
Writer...
Son...
Lover..
Never a father
But an Uncle
many times...

Clerk
Salesman
Driver
Plumbers Helper
Carpenter
Best friends
with you....

Manager
Traveler
Guide
Mentor
Rogue
Always on an adventure....

Executive
Marketing
Sales
Support Engineering
Computers...
The big house
on an acre
of lawn.

9/11
All of it gone
Or given away
Honduras
A lost five years
Wandering...

Then I re-found you
and became a
Poet
Writer
Lover 
and Best friend.......Again.

by Tom Zart |
Categories: love,

SEX



Where would we be without sex 
Like coffee minus the sugar and cream. 
As Adam was before he knew Eve, 
With no purpose to dream and scheme.

No reason for fathers and mothers, 
No reason to buy flowers and candy. 
No reason for diamonds and jewels; 
Viagra, wine, liquor or brandy.

No reason to purchase a sports car,
A fine house, muscle shirts or a new dress. 
Basically, a cake without icing,
So thank God and pray for more not less.