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.
Particles_Of_HerII
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:38am
Yesterday 4:38am
A fragment of beautiful in it all
she was
just one long
non fictional
story
with an
ending that
finally healed
itself
just one long
non fictional
story
with an
ending that
finally healed
itself
#love
#grief
#home
#SelfReflection
#denial
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MJ-SWIM
Poem Published
23rd Mar 2020 11:49pm
23rd Mar 2020 11:49pm
Two decades or more I reckon
Time flies and so do we
Like dragonflies or biting fleas
Bright faces become darker
As do the circles 'neath eyes
Interactions just become markers
To gauge how fast time flies
Johnny boy, he bought a book and ran
Ryan and R.J got their wings then got Iran
Sarah and a dozen others got married off
And the wary farm kids all got their land
The rich kids all got good jobs by their dads
The preps all joined the state band
But myself and a dozen others aren't so grand
Running the same old circles in our backwater hometown ...
Like dragonflies or biting fleas
Bright faces become darker
As do the circles 'neath eyes
Interactions just become markers
To gauge how fast time flies
Johnny boy, he bought a book and ran
Ryan and R.J got their wings then got Iran
Sarah and a dozen others got married off
And the wary farm kids all got their land
The rich kids all got good jobs by their dads
The preps all joined the state band
But myself and a dozen others aren't so grand
Running the same old circles in our backwater hometown ...
#home
#memories
#nostalgia
34 reads
2 Comments
buddydog
Poem Published
21st Mar 2020 5:33pm
21st Mar 2020 5:33pm
Sunnyside
As the birds sing among the trees
A gentle southern breeze
Fills the air with the aroma of wisteria
My mind slips away
Way back beyond yesterday
Being consumed by daydreams
I dream about the ones that came before
And how their spirit lives here forever more
A legacy buried deep in red Georgia clay
No matter where I live or wherever I my roam
I will always call Sunnyside my home
A place of strength and hope with the spirit of the Cherokee Rose
A gentle southern breeze
Fills the air with the aroma of wisteria
My mind slips away
Way back beyond yesterday
Being consumed by daydreams
I dream about the ones that came before
And how their spirit lives here forever more
A legacy buried deep in red Georgia clay
No matter where I live or wherever I my roam
I will always call Sunnyside my home
A place of strength and hope with the spirit of the Cherokee Rose
#home
29 reads
0 Comments
Kfn185
Poem Published
19th Mar 2020 12:46pm
19th Mar 2020 12:46pm
Gaskell street
Verse
On Gaskell Street, you will meet,
people from all walks of life,
a diverse cross section,
a perculiar selection,
of those who repulse and delight,
Verse
there's decadent fools on Ikea stools,
who moor luxury boats, by the Thames,
they wear crocodile shoes,
shit on gold plated loos,
count Charles and Camilla as friends,
Chorus
Black and white, rich and poor,
on Gaskel Street, London, SW4,
black and white, rich and poor,
on Gaskell Street, London, SW4,
Verse
On...
On Gaskell Street, you will meet,
people from all walks of life,
a diverse cross section,
a perculiar selection,
of those who repulse and delight,
Verse
there's decadent fools on Ikea stools,
who moor luxury boats, by the Thames,
they wear crocodile shoes,
shit on gold plated loos,
count Charles and Camilla as friends,
Chorus
Black and white, rich and poor,
on Gaskel Street, London, SW4,
black and white, rich and poor,
on Gaskell Street, London, SW4,
Verse
On...
#childhood
#home
#memories
46 reads
5 Comments
Benzy_420
BTheW
BTheW
Poem Published
13th Mar 2020 4:02pm
13th Mar 2020 4:02pm
Call From Home
#home
#music
#drugs
#TruthOfLife
#travel
58 reads
0 Comments
nomoth
Poem Published
7th Mar 2020 1:19pm
7th Mar 2020 1:19pm
nicosia
nicosia
#home
#city
#travel
101 reads
4 Comments
Morganpoet
Poem Published
27th Feb 2020 7:38am
27th Feb 2020 7:38am
WHERE ANCESTORS ROAM
Generations have been born
far away,
families of children have lost
their way.
Proclaiming to be of the
new found land,
yet something is missing,
most don’t understand
how loss of culture
creeps behind time,
before you know it
all that’s left is
the rhyme, the song,
the art. The pining of
the heart to know its’
home, a longing to be
where ancestors roamed,
lived and died.
Morganpoet
far away,
families of children have lost
their way.
Proclaiming to be of the
new found land,
yet something is missing,
most don’t understand
how loss of culture
creeps behind time,
before you know it
all that’s left is
the rhyme, the song,
the art. The pining of
the heart to know its’
home, a longing to be
where ancestors roamed,
lived and died.
Morganpoet
#identity
#home
#culture
42 reads
2 Comments
eljustignoreyou
John Daliva
John Daliva
Poem Published
27th Feb 2020 7:31am
27th Feb 2020 7:31am
Rooftop conversations
Under the moonlit sky
the air punctuates the night.
On a tiny corner of the roof we set our stage.
The stars as our audience,
As dialogues pass through our lives
the deeper our soul dives.
Quarter of a million lives walking around us,
but aren't you just a sight for sore eyes.
Thousands of cars that drive by
I seem to float with you on the same sky.
With all these soaring planes up above,
It goes with how high someones reaches when in love.
Right here is what we own,
Our time we spent until the dawn.
Five storey...
the air punctuates the night.
On a tiny corner of the roof we set our stage.
The stars as our audience,
As dialogues pass through our lives
the deeper our soul dives.
Quarter of a million lives walking around us,
but aren't you just a sight for sore eyes.
Thousands of cars that drive by
I seem to float with you on the same sky.
With all these soaring planes up above,
It goes with how high someones reaches when in love.
Right here is what we own,
Our time we spent until the dawn.
Five storey...
#happiness
#love
#home #gratitude
#home #gratitude
47 reads
1 Comment
Crazontheinside
Poem Published
19th Feb 2020 2:11am
19th Feb 2020 2:11am
A Truckers Life
I'm a trucker all day with long days ahead,
Working all through the night, while your asleep in your bed.
Before I can leave I inspect, check then go,
Everything seems good except my fluids seem low.
I hop in the cab, no time I can wait,
If deadlines are missed then there goes my freight and wage rate.
I stress about the road, my family and daily troubles,
While worried about my wife and all her daily struggles.
Few hours have gone, things couldn't be more wrong,
On these days I know my day will be a long one.
Should have known those fluids...
Working all through the night, while your asleep in your bed.
Before I can leave I inspect, check then go,
Everything seems good except my fluids seem low.
I hop in the cab, no time I can wait,
If deadlines are missed then there goes my freight and wage rate.
I stress about the road, my family and daily troubles,
While worried about my wife and all her daily struggles.
Few hours have gone, things couldn't be more wrong,
On these days I know my day will be a long one.
Should have known those fluids...
#love
#wife
#family
#home
#memories
56 reads
3 Comments
nikkimoe
Poem Published
18th Feb 2020 4:03pm
18th Feb 2020 4:03pm
Condos In The Neocortex
The head holds a world
I cannot explain,
seeing it, feeling it
but I cant make word of it,
kinda wish I could,
it's a helluva place.
I cannot explain,
seeing it, feeling it
but I cant make word of it,
kinda wish I could,
it's a helluva place.
#home
55 reads
6 Comments
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
54 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
77 reads
6 Comments
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