Abandoned But Never Forgotten
Abandoned Houses. Galveston, Texas
Broadway and 64th Street Galveston, Texas
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Abandoned Houses There is something so sad about an abandoned house - you can not help but think of the waste, or of the happy times once spent there. Urban or rural places abound in these forgotten homes, places where children grew up and played; places where people were born and died. Places that people once made pretty.
Galveston, Texas: The Indomitable Island By: Stephen Hartshore
Galveston is one of those destinations where there is really something for everyone. I happened to love those parts of America where the culture was shaped by other nationalities like the Dutch in New York or the French in New Orleans. In Galveston you can really feel the grandeur of Spain, most notably in the Hotel Galvez that fronts boldly on the Gulf of Mexico, named for Governor Bernardo de Galvez, one of the most interesting characters in the history of the Gulf Coast. I also love historic American architecture, and Galveston’s position as the commercial center of the Gulf in the late 1800s led to the building of block after block of magnificent Victorian mansions. More than 2,000 buildings in Galveston are listed on the National Registry of Historic Places.
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Abandoned, But Never Forgotten By: Unknown Author
Abandoned house standing in the overgrowth path With faded grey sideboards, that were once bright white Shutters hanging awkward angles. flapping in the wind, banging against the house with creaking determination. Darkened dusty windows, looking sad and lonely, yet forbidding entry to passerby. Door hanging ajar on its hinges, as if the last exit was in haste. Sagging roof with missing tiles, hanging gutters, the proof of neglect for many years. Rotten porch, sagging downward with scattered broken furniture, covered with cobwebs and debris. Life has come and life has gone. Times has gone by with no one to tend it, happiness in its past, for it will never feel loved again.
Avenue M 1/2 and 55th Street Galveston, Texas
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A House Called Lonely By: Sylvia Spencer
There is a street in every town that owns a house called lonely. Then when your just passing by you might just say, 'if only. If only could mean a life time of thoughts but it doesn’t cure A lonely house and all its faults. Boarded up windows and tiles gone from the roof, graffiti painted by a rebellious youth. Such a lonely house and an oh such a tired one, one that has lost all it's fun Stairs and rafters all gone to pot all that is left is wood worm and dry rot No children playing in the garden, it's just a house condemned by the council without no pardon Poor lonely house someone’s forgotten dream, now describing life’s social scene. This lonely house stands in the way because their building a By Pass or a new motorway. The house called lonely could be any where, in the town, the country or city square. Even in your street there's a house called lonely just waiting for you to say 'if only'
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63rd Rear Street Galveston, Texas
Empty Home By: Unknown
Empty Houses gone to seed; Empty Kitchens with no one to feed; Where Once laughter, spider spin; Forgotten dreams.... an off key song; No cat in the windows..everyone’s gone; Where sheets once dance on a line The tire swing replaced by poison vine; Wildflowers where the roses grew; Where family that loved and knew; Where sunlight painted a bright design; Floor swept now warped with time; The Slap of a screen door, the shout of a child; Little secrets and present piled; But daffodils still bloom in spring; Robins, wrens, and bluebirds sing; Do ghost knit sweaters or answer the phone; Do ghost light candles when they are alone. Abandoned Houses, Forgotten Lives; The House is empty, Nobody’s home.
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Broadway and 64th Street Galveston, Texas
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Broadway and 64th Street Galveston, Texas
The House With Nobody By: Unknown
Whenever I walk to Suffer along the Erie track. I go by a poor old farmhouse with its shingles broken and black. I suppose I’ve passed it a hundred times, but I always stop for a minute And look at the house, the tragic house, the house with nobody in it. I never have seen a haunted house, but I hear there are things; That they hold the talk of spirits, their mirth and sorrows I know this house isn’t haunted, and I wish it were, I do; For it wouldn’t be so lonely if it had a ghost or two. This house on the road to Suffern needs a dozen panes of glass, And somebody ought to weed the walk and take a scythe to the grass. It needs new paint and shingles, and the vines should be trimmed and tied; But what it needs the most of all is some people living inside.
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67th Street Galveston, Texas
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If I had a lot of money and all my debts were paid. I’d put a gang of men to work with brush and saw and spade. I’d buy that place and fix it up the way it used to be. And I’d find some people who wanted a home and give it to them free. Now, a new house standing empty, with staring window and door, Looks idle, perhaps, and foolish, like a hat on its block in the store. But there’s nothing mournful about it; it cannot be sad and lone. For the lack of something within it that it has never known. But a house that has done what a house should do, a house that has sheltered life, That has put its loving wooden arms around a man and his wife, A house that has echoed a baby’s laugh and held up his stumbling feet, Is the saddest sight, when it’s left alone, that ever your eyes could meet. So whenever I go to Suffern along the Erie track. I never go by the empty house without stopping and looking back, Yet it hurts me to look at the crumbling roof and the shutters fallen apart, For I can’t help thinking the poor old house is a house with a broken heart.
Abandoned Houses. East Houston, Texas
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The City Dead–House By: Walt Whitman
By the City Dead-House, by the gate, As idly sauntering, wending my way from the clangor, I curious pause--for lo! an outcast form, a poor dead prostitute brought; Her corpse they deposit unclaim’d—it lies on the damp brick pavement; The divine woman, her body—I see the Body—I look on it alone, That house once full of passion and beauty—all else I notice not; Nor stillness so cold, nor running water from faucet, nor odors morbific impress me; But the house alone—that wondrous house—that delicate fair house—that ruin! That immortal house, more than all the rows of dwellings ever built! Or white-domed Capitol itself, with majestic figure surmounted—or all the old high-spired cathedrals; 10 That little house alone, more than them all—poor, desperate house! Fair, fearful wreck! tenement of a Soul! itself a Soul! Unclaim’d, avoided house! take one breath from my tremulous lips; Take one tear, dropt aside as I go, for thought of you, Dead house of love! house of madness and sin, crumbled! crush’d! House of life—erewhile talking and laughing—but ah, poor house! dead, even then; Months, years, an echoing, garnish’d house—but dead, dead, dead.
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East Houston, Texas
East Houston, Texas
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East Houston
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Forgotten House By: Micron
This great house was abandoned to decay Forgotten unloved but here it does stay Sun bleached wood cracking in the heat of the day Paint simply peeled completely away This great house a shadow of it former self Golden stonework hint at its previous wealth Ivy growing and spreading over the surface with stealth Stone flaking blackened show its bad health This house has great dark blackened windows No inner light to give its previous known golden glow No movement for here ice has fallen its soul has froze In this house forgotten once golden now no one knows
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Two Houses By: Robert Reldan
Yesterday’s house, where I used to live was warm with brick, and mellow wood. Sounds bounced softly back and forth, to blend with living words. Yesterday’s house does not remember me. Today’s house is cold and bleak with steel, and pitted stone. Sounds clash, as havoc reigns...with reason lost to madness. Yesterday’s house is masked by time, and clockwork hands that can’t turn back. My body lives in today’s house - my eyes weep today’s tears - but my heart is safe in yesterday’s house where the mortgage is always paid. No Place Like Home By: Scarlet
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 looking out I see all these places at peace in safety 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 I’m locked into this house my house my bloody war
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I Know Some Lonely Houses Off The Road By: Emily Dickenson
A Robber’d like the look of, Wooden barred, And Windows hanging low, Inviting to, A Portico, Where two could creep, One, hand the Tools, The other peep, To make sure All’s Asleep, Old fashioned eyes, Not easy to surprise! How orderly the Kitchen’d look, by night, With just a Clock, But they could gag the Tick, And Mice won’t bark, And so the Walls, don’t tell, None will..... A pair of Spectacles ajar just stir, An Almanac’s aware, Was it the Mat, winked, Or a Nervous Star? The Moon, slides down the stair, To see who’s there! There’s plunder, where,Tankard, or Spoon, Earring, or Stone, A Watch, Some Ancient Brooch, To match the Grandmama, Staid sleeping there.... Day rattles too, Stealth’s slow, The Sun has got as far, As the third Sycamore, Screams Chanticleer “Who’s there”? And Echoes—Trains away, Sneer “Where”! While the old Couple, just astir, Fancy the Sunrise—left the door ajar!
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East Houston, Texas
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Houses of Dreams By: Sara Tisdale
You took my empty dreams, And filled them every one, With tenderness and nobleness, April and the sun. The old empty dreams, Where my thoughts would throng, Are far too full of happiness, To even hold a song. Oh, the empty dreams were dim, And the empty dreams were wide, They were sweet and shadowy houses,Where my thoughts could hide. But you took my dreams away, And you made them all comes true --My thoughts have no place now to play, And nothing now to do.