Poems about Home
#home
Poems about home and the meaning of feeling at home. Poetry about the happiness and comfort of a loving home life, and the people and family who fill a home with love. Also poems about feeling at home in a specific lifestyle or place in the world. Here you'll also find poetry about people struggling to find a place in society and experiencing the difficulties of coming from a broken home.
JusTim_
Poem Published
14th Feb 2020 4:45am
14th Feb 2020 4:45am
Homes
You walk by, you stare
not perfection but you're drawn
to its unique flair
blue shingles caressing
the night time sky
intrigue enters the picture
and you start to see
inside the sheerness
the classic curtains
with a touch of grey
you get closer and feel
a fire burning within
warming up the wind
there is comfort in the air
and living without despair
still looking
you can't help but wonder
the workings laid about
the entry and the halls
the mirrors revealing to us all
...
not perfection but you're drawn
to its unique flair
blue shingles caressing
the night time sky
intrigue enters the picture
and you start to see
inside the sheerness
the classic curtains
with a touch of grey
you get closer and feel
a fire burning within
warming up the wind
there is comfort in the air
and living without despair
still looking
you can't help but wonder
the workings laid about
the entry and the halls
the mirrors revealing to us all
...
#home
30 reads
3 Comments
Vamps
Poem Published
12th Feb 2020 12:39pm
12th Feb 2020 12:39pm
If i were there
If I were sitting
Amongst forests
Misted and mosses
Wearing my skin
And my soul
Sitting in stillness'
Call of
First beliefs
Hearing and heard
Seeing and sighted
By truth in green of
Every shade
If that were me
Nested near and
Telling to no man
Only a listener of
Honesty in
Realness and tree bark
Me and meanderings
River and rock
Walled only by clear
And crystal roar
Curtained quenching
Poured into my
Inner moment
If that...
Amongst forests
Misted and mosses
Wearing my skin
And my soul
Sitting in stillness'
Call of
First beliefs
Hearing and heard
Seeing and sighted
By truth in green of
Every shade
If that were me
Nested near and
Telling to no man
Only a listener of
Honesty in
Realness and tree bark
Me and meanderings
River and rock
Walled only by clear
And crystal roar
Curtained quenching
Poured into my
Inner moment
If that...
#identity
#home
#environment
#nature
#SelfReflection
32 reads
4 Comments
Kinkpoet
Poem Published
11th Feb 2020 3:28pm
11th Feb 2020 3:28pm
Home
cold windy day
fire crackling in the hearth
soup simmering
bread baking
house fragrant and warm
but
vague sense of something missing
couldn’t quite put a finger on it
to bide the time
camping gear spread out on the floor
doing inventory from
last year’s big burn
sure to find
something
to be mended
or modified
time elapsed
item after item restored
to healthy condition
returned to its niche
so far so good
one stuff sack left
soft
probably clothes
...
fire crackling in the hearth
soup simmering
bread baking
house fragrant and warm
but
vague sense of something missing
couldn’t quite put a finger on it
to bide the time
camping gear spread out on the floor
doing inventory from
last year’s big burn
sure to find
something
to be mended
or modified
time elapsed
item after item restored
to healthy condition
returned to its niche
so far so good
one stuff sack left
soft
probably clothes
...
#friendship
#home
#winter
30 reads
1 Comment
Kinkpoet
Poem Published
7th Feb 2020 6:20pm
7th Feb 2020 6:20pm
Burning Man 2020
so many
reasons
not to go
time
expense
wear and tear
fatigue
heat
dust
wind
only one
good reason
to go
home
reasons
not to go
time
expense
wear and tear
fatigue
heat
dust
wind
only one
good reason
to go
home
#motivational
#home
19 reads
4 Comments
marina2020
Rain Woman
Rain Woman
Poem Published
24th Jan 2020 5:34pm
24th Jan 2020 5:34pm
Losing A Home
This is the story of my Grange.
If you don’t know what that is, here is a definition:
It’s a fraternal organization in the U.S. that consists of families coming together to promote economic and political well-being of the community and agriculture.
Or more simply:
We do things to help our community.
I have many fond memories of that place.
I met some of my first friends there.
I’ve done so many activities as a kid there.
I was a part of the Junior Grange.
I remember when my Grange still had that.
One of the biggest memories I have is going to...
If you don’t know what that is, here is a definition:
It’s a fraternal organization in the U.S. that consists of families coming together to promote economic and political well-being of the community and agriculture.
Or more simply:
We do things to help our community.
I have many fond memories of that place.
I met some of my first friends there.
I’ve done so many activities as a kid there.
I was a part of the Junior Grange.
I remember when my Grange still had that.
One of the biggest memories I have is going to...
#sadness
#home
#hurt
54 reads
7 Comments
Vferry
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2020 5:01am
23rd Jan 2020 5:01am
Chorus Home
This old house
Sings a chorus
Humming floor below us
Rattling pipes
N’ clank’n pots and pans
Mama sings her well wishes
As daddy fiddles with the dishes
But mama she’s the leader of the band
There’s the trumpet sound of cries
As the kids drum up lies
For trouble they’ve gotten in
N’ the dog’s wagging tail
Keeps time with the yells
As grandpa tunes up the mandolin
Home sweet home
Built on the sounds of love
From kisses to brotherly shoves
Home sweet home
Where laughter
Follows tears ...
Sings a chorus
Humming floor below us
Rattling pipes
N’ clank’n pots and pans
Mama sings her well wishes
As daddy fiddles with the dishes
But mama she’s the leader of the band
There’s the trumpet sound of cries
As the kids drum up lies
For trouble they’ve gotten in
N’ the dog’s wagging tail
Keeps time with the yells
As grandpa tunes up the mandolin
Home sweet home
Built on the sounds of love
From kisses to brotherly shoves
Home sweet home
Where laughter
Follows tears ...
#love
#family
#home #memories
#home #memories
39 reads
1 Comment
Chingillas
Poem Published
20th Jan 2020 5:08am
20th Jan 2020 5:08am
Dwelling
We are land creatures, | (One) Whose
Dragged out of the sea | Tongue moistens
And thrown into the air, | No words,
Past the clouds. | Ears echo
When we turn and face | No memory.
This thrust, | And eyes
We see only a(n) | Play
Amorphous daunt. | No disguise.
Dragged out of the sea | Tongue moistens
And thrown into the air, | No words,
Past the clouds. | Ears echo
When we turn and face | No memory.
This thrust, | And eyes
We see only a(n) | Play
Amorphous daunt. | No disguise.
#home
#earth
#sky
#nature
#evolution
39 reads
1 Comment
Vferry
Poem Published
18th Jan 2020 8:26pm
18th Jan 2020 8:26pm
Young Cavan Town
Where the road becomes a lane
Memories color the ivy a younger green
Laughter plays in the shadows of the White Fir
And for a moment everything that was is born again
Memories color the ivy a younger green
Laughter plays in the shadows of the White Fir
And for a moment everything that was is born again
#happiness
#home
#nature
#memories
#nostalgia
36 reads
1 Comment
Vamps
Poem Published
11th Jan 2020 11:55am
11th Jan 2020 11:55am
Fenland
Where the
Hare does run
Fleet of foot
The Kestrel
Hovers
Lonely
Above
Wind swept Wheat
Golden waves
Heavy headed
Moving
with
Sea travelled
Whips
Paths well trod
Slate grey
Footed
by the ghosts
Of drovers
Tar toed flocks
Journeymen
Living
Less ordinary
From Fen to
The Big Smoke
Tied only
To...
Hare does run
Fleet of foot
The Kestrel
Hovers
Lonely
Above
Wind swept Wheat
Golden waves
Heavy headed
Moving
with
Sea travelled
Whips
Paths well trod
Slate grey
Footed
by the ghosts
Of drovers
Tar toed flocks
Journeymen
Living
Less ordinary
From Fen to
The Big Smoke
Tied only
To...
#home
#countryside
#Britain
61 reads
1 Comment
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
9th Jan 2020 9:16pm
9th Jan 2020 9:16pm
Until you're home.
And I sang
long, cold symphonies across the dividing sea
which against the current, the heron and oystercatcher
created a cacophony not even a ferry master could ignore -
And in an uncomfortable juxtaposition
chains,
sunken into water, attached to staged boats swayed,
built up a rhythm in their lightness
gave noise to the slam down of my, usually lighter to bear, rage.
I watched a man
pulling metal by metal out of the water.
I hoped it ached.
I wished it was me pulling....
long, cold symphonies across the dividing sea
which against the current, the heron and oystercatcher
created a cacophony not even a ferry master could ignore -
And in an uncomfortable juxtaposition
chains,
sunken into water, attached to staged boats swayed,
built up a rhythm in their lightness
gave noise to the slam down of my, usually lighter to bear, rage.
I watched a man
pulling metal by metal out of the water.
I hoped it ached.
I wished it was me pulling....
#family
#home
#MentalHealth #honesty
#MentalHealth #honesty
77 reads
6 Comments
Thetravelingfairy
Poem Published
7th Jan 2020 6:30pm
7th Jan 2020 6:30pm
Righteous Escape
death will knock at your door
it will
it will haunt you like a songbird on your windowsill
echoing a tune you won’t forget
yes, death will knock at your door
so be ready
will you answer the doorbell?
will you wait?
now and then, the sound grows louder
as time passes, the urge gets stronger
aging with a rotting door
soon to collapse
the house you live in
wasn’t built to last
death will kill your door
it will
and so the reckoning begins
to stay alone as the draft sets in
or to run into...
it will
it will haunt you like a songbird on your windowsill
echoing a tune you won’t forget
yes, death will knock at your door
so be ready
will you answer the doorbell?
will you wait?
now and then, the sound grows louder
as time passes, the urge gets stronger
aging with a rotting door
soon to collapse
the house you live in
wasn’t built to last
death will kill your door
it will
and so the reckoning begins
to stay alone as the draft sets in
or to run into...
#dark
#death
#home
81 reads
2 Comments
JOY
Joybell
Joybell
Poem Published
7th Jan 2020 3:26pm
7th Jan 2020 3:26pm
This Town We Call Home
Remote, isolated, humid
This town we call home
Hot and muggy
Sweat trickles from every pore
Red dirt and dust stick like glue
A/C's provide little relief
The Kimberleys, NW Frontier
Torrential storms flood the marsh
The Wet Season looms
High tides buldge,
Reaching record levels
Majestic Kimberlys
Young indigenous kids
Barefoot,
They call the back streets home
Booze, drugs, crime and police
Few escape the cycle
Resigned to the ongoing tension
Majority...
This town we call home
Hot and muggy
Sweat trickles from every pore
Red dirt and dust stick like glue
A/C's provide little relief
The Kimberleys, NW Frontier
Torrential storms flood the marsh
The Wet Season looms
High tides buldge,
Reaching record levels
Majestic Kimberlys
Young indigenous kids
Barefoot,
They call the back streets home
Booze, drugs, crime and police
Few escape the cycle
Resigned to the ongoing tension
Majority...
#strength
#dark
#home
69 reads
6 Comments
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