Best Porch Poems

After the end of a long hot day
At the end of my rope  with nerves all frayed
I sat on the porch to rest a spell
As the sun slipped  slowly behind the hill

Calmed by the lingering after glow
I watched the summer night unfold
 
Crimson...

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Fading porch light lures with pale glow
a circling moth, dull-beige and bare.
As starlight ties vast sky in bows, 
I shy away from ruthless glare. 

Night holds secrets I’ll never know  
of bold ventures and starry-eyes 
of love; cast alone in shadows,
I cry. The fading...

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Oh, bushes, which near my front porch bloom
between the months of April and of May,
when I see you greening, I can assume
your petals’ unfurling is on the way!

I leave for work one day not knowing when
the magic I anticipate will be.
I come back home that...

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Some days the birds come out
They sing there beautiful song
They envelope my senses
I harbor their harmonious tunes
I long to hear them all my days
There are days when the sky is clear
The sky would be a cerulean blue
With white high cotton clouds
I lift my eyes toward...

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The thunder booms; the rain, it pours.
We're half inside and half outdoors.
A screened-in porch brings Nature close
But not enough to overdose.

And so we sit and mix our tiles*
As Nature ratchets up the dials.
We gaze up at the stormy sky 
And dripping trees, while we stay...

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Earth's Porch, Sunny, Sweet Summer Breeze,
Sonnet number VI of XII

Barefoot and walking white beach sands
 waves meeting shore gentle splashing
Sandcastles built, kids busy hands
 all about, their bright smiles flashing
 
Beauty of Life, this glowing scene
 peaceful calm enters eager soul
Seeking more, those rambunctious teens
...

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Let the truth be a porch light
that attracts you like a moth;
Let the innocence of your inner-child
be the fabric of your cloth;
Let your mind be a window
you keep opened to new ideas;
Let the soul that you see with
always stay crystal clear.

Fly into the porch light
with...

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Sitting on the front porch in the evening shade,
strumming on a flattop guitar that was made
to play along with a country song 
about a sad heart who was done wrong.

Old Shep beats his tail to the tune,
enjoying the breeze and the croon
of the melodic voice...

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A man walks down the sidewalk through the mist, 
And his dark silhouette is soon erased.
As he continues to travel with haste, 
He recalls a pair of lips he had kissed.

A woman takes a bracelet off her wrist, 
And in a jewelry box it's then...

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My grandfather’s old wooden chair
stills sits on the porch
facing the land he cherished.
Twilight time will soon come.
Grandpa’s time is already done....

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My two tribute poems- composed to honor this truly gifted
and totally amazingly brilliant poet…

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As I Sit Here Chilling On My Front Porch

 
As I sit here chilling on my front porch

Yet still wonderment in this aged soul

Tho' I feel far too fast fading life's torch

Seeking...

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The air has calmed and clouds amassed
Vultures don't soar there's no storm 
Crows caw near my door join rooster's chorus
Trees slowly undress show their form

The crispness in the air lends calm
Sun rises clear pale yellow_bold
Empty feeling presses upon being
Is it from season's change to cold

Somewhat...

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born in Canada
           in a snowstorm
  snowflakes were falling
dad drove carefully

we made it
      and I was born
into the world screaming
         ...

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This farmer’s porch wraps up the house,
pitching shade along all four sides,
with simple posts and long, flat spans,
and pressure-treated floor-boards, wide.

My wife may have gotten closets,
decorated the inside space,
but this long porch is my retreat,
I’m better in an outdoor place.

The north-face has a clear-cut slope,
an...

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Mountain laurel perfume wafted in the soft breeze.
Myriads of flittering birds sang in the trees.
At peace on our cabin porch with feet on the rail 
Until a trumpet blast called me to hit the trail.

When at last would come my soldier’s release
To return to our...

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