Remodeled Poems - Poems about Remodeled

...Curtains, at Grandma’s house, hide the inner sanctum - memories remodeled. —Quote by Poet I Recall Curtains Loveliness is lace; I recall curtains. Village without curtains; ......

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...pounding grinding drilling sawdust plumbing scraps empty boxes strewn from bedroom to bathroom and everywhere in between ... a miner's shanty once propped up on timbers with no firm......

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... Glass illusions forestry of butterflies in flight swiveling and turning wing, aiming for sun hovering over lulling waters of purple hues Breathing like flowers, frilling up the air inside ......

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...The drifts move their white weight as if the heaps themselves were snowplows. Again the sky dumps afterthoughts, the packed mounds are remodeled under new wind-plantings. When the land is a......

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...It’s wanting from a few years of neglect, relentless weeds crowding out the flowers. But like they say, her bones are pretty good, with some hard work and time we’ll make it ours. Replace a few......

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...Years of grace Moments of stamina The GATE was finally in place The lock wielded The key in hand Finally, choice had a face Ready for guests to come The garden grew wild As she awaited her ......

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...Beguiled by her delicate beauty Mesmerized by her charm. Her soft flowing hair like spun gold, as she danced in the summer sun, As graceful as a floating feather. Brighter than a diamond......

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...Little adobe house on 160 acres She grows flowers. I grow corn Tomatoes, watermelon, etc. Peace, love, hope, and joy Grow themselves Porch faces orange blazes Draped over the rugged Mules An......

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...She keeps a loaded ***** in her shoulder bag. She once found an unused finger and has been thrusting it at hapless men ever since. She loves TMZ and Nancy Grace. She sells space to celebritie......

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...Drifts slide over their white-weight, the heaps are their own snow-plows. Mounds are erased and remodeled by a laboring wind. When the world is a white-ou......

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...It was no longer easy like Sunday morning. I was cold inside. I was perplexed, confused, and did not have a clue of what to do. I asked my closest friends, "What shall I do?" As time slowly elapse......

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...There’s a street map in a fisherman’s pocket a splashing sea has soaked its print, signs and roads melt it could be Atlantis, or maybe a bus route of north London. There's an Atlas globe bobbi......

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...I had for long been impoverished, as is often the case with writers, Though I worked most diligently, at times even pulling all-nighters. Rosy dreams kept me going, although times were frequently......

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...All of these broken half eaten crayons walls decorated with mindless nibbles; Haul out the past of the remodeled house recall a time of free spirited scribbles; Trash, treasure that was ......

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...He was airlifted to another place. The heath, the dales, the ridges, the high moors, they all began to slip away under throbbing wings. Occasionally a woman would approach, a silk moth in the......

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