|Best Poems About / On HOUSE
From The Horse to The Equine
They told me that I belong to the same house as you,
they single-handedly made the decision,
they drew a line and instructed me not to cross
to the other end where my brother, the ZEBRA resides.
With no authority and say, I accepted,
with no fear and suspicion, I accepted,
with no hate and jealousy, I accepted
But brother, you weren't the same.
you aren't the same up to now - half a century later.
You aren't comfortable with me in the house we call
you aren't ready to accept me as a co-owner of the house,
you never want me to live and enjoy myself comfortably
in this house.
To you, my hair is a problem; my skin colour is a problem,
my appearance is a problem; my existence is a problem.
Brother, everything that happens in the house I'm responsible,
My innocence never believed; my presence never trusted,
my doings not trusted; my hard-work envied with bad
allegations from bribe to terror to piracy, to frauds.
Brother, there is a difference between me and
my other brother, the ZEBRA.
I belong to the same house as you,
he belongs to a neighbouring house.
I understand he is now dwelling in the same house with us
but you know the reason.
You know that his house is burnt, brought down, in chaos,
I hear you say the ZEBRA brought some disorders in our
house but does it mean am him? He is me?
remember I'm the HORSE, your brother who is living
in the same house with you and he is the ZEBRA,
our neighbour whom we offered shelter in our
house because his isn't suitable to live.
Brother, tell me; what is all this about?
I'm uncomfortable, I'm in a bad state, I'm not happy
in my own house.
Are you trying to force me out of the house?
where do you think I belong?
it is now half a century of torture in my own house
I can't just watch you hurt my pride like this.
I'm tired of this, I'm fed up with this,
I hate this, I'm saying NO to this!
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No Place Like Home
There is no place like home
that's what people always say
well, what if you don't have a home?
only a house
and a house is not a home
a home is
a place of love and safety
a house is
a place full of pain but always empty
its always at war
For I live in a house, not a home
I run to the front door and try to open it
but its lock
I' m locked into this war
I sit in front of the only window
I see all these places at peace
while I sit here in the middle of a bloody war
I always wonder why can't I have a home
everyone around me has a home
but Im locked into this house
my bloody war
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A House Divided
nothing is added
nothing ever grows:
is invited to lounge
on your couch,
in your bed.
'Bad News' refuses
the toilet isn't flushed
are never washed;
because of attitudes that stink.
In a house
where Eviction gives notice:
Jealousy chooses Hate
to be stronger than Love,
as Anger and Hostility
about Nobody payin'
In a house
Slander is served in the kitchen,
keeping family members sick:
because the Cook
is the Poison.
In a divided house:
Paranoia & Suspicion is
the welcome mat,
that Frustration steps on:
is a fool.
is never ever home,
and calls 'Collect':
he never pays his way
In a house
Gossip, Rumors and Lies,
living in it,
a divided house:
where the dishes are dirty
and trash overflows,
'cause Gossip needs scandal
Rumor never drinks her stories straight,
keeps everyone divided:
when she won't speak the truth.
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Sonnet: An Empty House Remembers
The empty house around me ticks and creaks,
A moody end to evening's gentle rains,
A brooding quiet as the daylight wanes,
The secret language empty houses speak.
What stories might this house preserve entire
In rhythmic code composed of click and groan?
Does House recall a sadness with each moan?
Is laughter stored in every plank and wire?
And how might I, a fleeting visitor,
Acquire an ear for stories trapped in time,
And wrap a tale or two in words and rhyme?
How can I tap the House's secret lore?
In silence soft the house slips off to sleep.
Alone I sit, in darkness vast and deep.
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