House Poems | Examples of House Poetry

I remember when I followed you in, looking for my mate. In this mirror land, I can't understand this confusing state.  At once, you appear, then you disappear in this mirror house, running and racing, losing and chasing, a wheel and a mouse.  Is it you and me, or knockoffs I see, none that I can feel, leaning and lurching, forever searching for ones that are...

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“Where the Suburbs Meet the Sea” I walked again where I began, past fences worn, where gum trees ran— but now the tide had kissed the land, and waves rolled in like time unplanned. The house was there, but changed in tone, a quiet shell, yet not alone. The breeze...

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There is a room in you with no name on the door— I press my ear to it and pretend the hush inside is mine. I have traced the woodgrain like scripture, named each knot with the things you don’t say. You let me stay on the porch of your soul— barefoot, breath held, pretending the threshold was a gift. You are a lighthouse turned inward, a cathedral of withheld storms. Everyone...

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I Am shame In my vice Hate the acclaim Help me Jesus Christ And take away this pain My wounds are covered in ice Sutures being applied in vain My Life came The world's game I...

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Bored of deplored Hordes of frauds On abhorred company boards Who applaud flawed Seats stored…for cheats Apply or buy on the fly Enjoy till they die Getting podgy..betting on dodgy bills Thrills of blue pills Moolah the ruler Swills..fills the tills Cash revenues poured Toured here & Did maraud abroad All avenues explored Scored a stash Claps & back slaps Promises will slash Countries floored collapse Nice one chaps Ice caps thawed Adored...

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No man can ever understand, There's Spring Cleaning across this land, Miss Mop and Clean waves her hand, Snoring is his male band, Not to worry, no time to sup, Gals want to sparkle up, One shelf at a time, Spray and Wipe sublime, Fresh is the cupboard smell, Charity bags cast their spell, All tidy now, so it seems, Polished the dog, he gleams, Must detox...

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Fantastical notes of gloom filled the orchestra pit Who was playing? No one was here. Except Paul. He felt spooked after searching for the source. A gremlin band, a ghost trio, a zombie orchestra? The music was deliberate, harsh, off beat, nonharmonic The hair on the back of Paul’s neck rose almost an inch He felt threatened, for he knew he...

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The old house sighs with every gust of wind, Its paint is peeling, memories exposed, A chapter closed, a story longs to end. The garden weeps where laughter used to blend, The path to the porch now overgrown and dozed, The old house sighs with every gust of wind. No welcoming lights the darkened windows lend, The silence there, a heavy weight...

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My heart with such dread is reeling. I’m looking up at the ceiling. Something’s there though it’s something I can’t see. I felt it first when it went right through me. I shivered then because it felt so cold. The room is frigid. What do I behold? The ceiling fan is spinning round and round. It’s not turned on! Is something here...

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Today I’m grateful for our house… and how…while watching our children grow and through its yard and hallways roam… somewhere along the way this house became our home. ...

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May we be blessed to understand in our house everywhere we look every floor, every wall, every room is like a chapter in a treasured book And even once they’re grown… If this house was written with love, understanding and compassion There will come a time every now and then… When…just like that treasured book our children will open it up… to...

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I pass a lot of houses in the quiet of the morning as I walk the streets alone. It gives me time to think about how every house has a story all its own. And though every story of each house is unique and different… they’re not as different as they seem. I imagine the story of each house...

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I shirk house work my spouse cleans house I try she sighs get out she shouts I smirk no work I leave well pleased all day I play ...

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In a deep indigo night, bright sliver moonlight shines across a barren land. On a lonely hill, a manor stands… its windowed eyes to a world blind. Staring into the void, sublime wind tumbles desolate sands. Broken, old, dried skeletal branches sway the last fleeting remains of a harsh day… A figure bare in bones n thin pale skin standing in the...

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a house abandoned walls caved in the windows no panes and the floors creek yet still a spark of beauty flawed and few nothing inbetween i stay reflecting on the past… it used to be thriving full of life kids playing, people residing the memories the walls hold indents of several souls the history of not one but two, i take a step back a dark shadow sweeps...

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