The Old, Old House

Poem by: Taylur

Summary

This is a classic form of poetry about an old house. It is also an autobiographical piece of poetry.

Content

Submitted: February 25, 2013

A A A | A A A

Content

Submitted: February 25, 2013

A A A

A A A


There was once a poor old house

That once was full of folk,

But now was sad and empty

It said, 'They all have fled,

My rooms are cold and bare,

The front door's locked and bolted,

And all the windows stare.

No smoke comes from my chimneys,

No rose grows up my wall,

But only ivy shrouds me,

In green and shining shawl!

No postman brings me letters,

No name is on my gate,

I once was called The Ivies,

But now I'm out of date.

The garden's poor and weedy.

The trees won't leaf again,

But though i fall to ruin, The ivy - will - remain!'

Author's note : I hope you enjoyed :)

Happy reading.


© Copyright 2016 Taylur. All rights reserved.

The Old, Old House The Old, Old House

Status: Finished

Genre: Commercial Fiction

Houses:

Details

Status: Finished

Genre: Commercial Fiction

Houses:

Summary

This is a classic form of poetry about an old house. It is also an autobiographical piece of poetry.

Add Your Comments:

Comments

Other Content by Taylur

Add picture

Paste the link to picture in the entry below:

— or —

Drag a picture from your file manager into this box,
or click to select.

Add video

Paste the link to Youtube video in the following entry:

Existing Comments:
Bad selection

Cannot annotate a non-flat selection. Make sure your selection starts and ends within the same node.

(example of bad selection): This is bold text and this is normal text.
(example of good selection): This is bold text and this is normal text.
Bad selection

An annotation cannot contain another annotation.

Anonymous
Really delete this comment?
Anonymous
Really delete this comment?

There was an error uploading your file.


    
Anonymous