Poems About Home Seeking Friendly Advice
#home
jmcchesnie
Joylyn
Joylyn
Poem Published
24th Oct 2023 3:54am
24th Oct 2023 3:54am
October 23rd
Crying eyes,
and grocery shopping.
Maybe I should buy some wine?
Groceries are too darn expensive,
crosses my wandering mind.
I've finally made it home,
eyes still crying though,
as I throw apples into a pot,
two batches of homemade applesauce,
a little time to write, I think not.
Listing an item in my online shop,
while watching the boiling pot.
Then stacking firewood in the shed,
beef and bean nachos for dinner,
yay, the family is finally fed.
and grocery shopping.
Maybe I should buy some wine?
Groceries are too darn expensive,
crosses my wandering mind.
I've finally made it home,
eyes still crying though,
as I throw apples into a pot,
two batches of homemade applesauce,
a little time to write, I think not.
Listing an item in my online shop,
while watching the boiling pot.
Then stacking firewood in the shed,
beef and bean nachos for dinner,
yay, the family is finally fed.
#home
#food
#WritingPoetry #job
#WritingPoetry #job
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jmcchesnie
Joylyn
Joylyn
Poem Published
9th Oct 2023 7:34pm
9th Oct 2023 7:34pm
Please Come Home
I worry less about you,
as the days go by,
I'm tired of begging and pleading,
every single time.
We always come to see you,
you never come see us,
not once in the past ten years,
for you it’s not a must.
You really don't seem to care,
about the pain you put me through,
or maybe you just don’t realize it,
maybe you never knew.
My eyes keep filling with tears,
there’s no way to hold them back,
I really don't understand,
these feelings that you lack.
Just once in my lifetime,
that’s...
as the days go by,
I'm tired of begging and pleading,
every single time.
We always come to see you,
you never come see us,
not once in the past ten years,
for you it’s not a must.
You really don't seem to care,
about the pain you put me through,
or maybe you just don’t realize it,
maybe you never knew.
My eyes keep filling with tears,
there’s no way to hold them back,
I really don't understand,
these feelings that you lack.
Just once in my lifetime,
that’s...
#sadness
#home
#rhyming
#WritingPoetry
#disappointment
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ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
24th Sep 2023 2:43am
24th Sep 2023 2:43am
Mothering (post drink)
The seed never falls far from the tree,
and I hear her
an envelope, sometimes a shiver,
sometimes a run finger over some piece of flesh
and sometimes the Wilhelm scream
when it's all got too much,
sometimes it's the darkness
that licks head to toe,
or others it's the smile that wipes me off my feet.
I've been alone,
hoping someone
won't turn me out
of well built homes for so long
that the city doesn't have shit on me,
nor do the noises or the way people move
when they've drunk too much
or taken cocaine,
knee...
and I hear her
an envelope, sometimes a shiver,
sometimes a run finger over some piece of flesh
and sometimes the Wilhelm scream
when it's all got too much,
sometimes it's the darkness
that licks head to toe,
or others it's the smile that wipes me off my feet.
I've been alone,
hoping someone
won't turn me out
of well built homes for so long
that the city doesn't have shit on me,
nor do the noises or the way people move
when they've drunk too much
or taken cocaine,
knee...
#mother
#home
#homelessness
164 reads
1 Comment
Bluevelvete
Poem Published
7th Aug 2023 10:21am
7th Aug 2023 10:21am
course correcting a soul
vibrant colors
swirl into breathless whimsy
lush verdurous greens
moist from a kiss of rain,
grow ground up in a surround
aim willful penetration
into muggy tear kissed skies
jasmine vines
bend, sway and curl climb up
massive tree trunks
gnarling themselves
through fenced shrubbery
to peek fanciful fare
o' harvest my haggard heart!
lie it sweetly pon grassy hope
humming enticements
opening ethereal realms
listening
growing
awakening steadfast, strong...
swirl into breathless whimsy
lush verdurous greens
moist from a kiss of rain,
grow ground up in a surround
aim willful penetration
into muggy tear kissed skies
jasmine vines
bend, sway and curl climb up
massive tree trunks
gnarling themselves
through fenced shrubbery
to peek fanciful fare
o' harvest my haggard heart!
lie it sweetly pon grassy hope
humming enticements
opening ethereal realms
listening
growing
awakening steadfast, strong...
#home
#nature
#MentalHealth
#SelfReflection
#magic
448 reads
41 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
30th Jul 2023 00:00am
30th Jul 2023 00:00am
Mother
Some nights I am the poem,
I am the lines broken in rhythm,
I am the song spoken someone hears,
I, here, right here, bowl over,
in a vessel of my own historic ache,
and I wear in red,
I wear it through in gold,
it drips from me in ounces
until the floor is a wonderland tsunami -
and I acknowledge the ways I rung
myself and rung her out again,
version on version to better suit
the version I wanted to see of you,
that's how I loved you,
that's how I know love's name,
as a chameleon,
who paints their...
I am the lines broken in rhythm,
I am the song spoken someone hears,
I, here, right here, bowl over,
in a vessel of my own historic ache,
and I wear in red,
I wear it through in gold,
it drips from me in ounces
until the floor is a wonderland tsunami -
and I acknowledge the ways I rung
myself and rung her out again,
version on version to better suit
the version I wanted to see of you,
that's how I loved you,
that's how I know love's name,
as a chameleon,
who paints their...
#mother
#home
#hurt
204 reads
2 Comments
Zaynab_kamoonpury
Poem Published
6th Jul 2023 6:36pm
6th Jul 2023 6:36pm
Incredible India: My motherland
Ah, to this land of the monsoons
or should it have been the sunsoons?
Yet for frozen land tourists,
a tropical hot boon.
Where bullock carts, stray dogs,
horse carriages, goats and cows
pedestrians, , bikes and rickshaws
scooters, trucks, motorbikes and cabs
all compete together in quirky
medley of traffic jams
On crammed roads you could
ram into bulls and rams
So brakes forever screeching,
the cars forever honking, hooting
while beggers begged and pickpockets
could go a' looting on a footing ...
or should it have been the sunsoons?
Yet for frozen land tourists,
a tropical hot boon.
Where bullock carts, stray dogs,
horse carriages, goats and cows
pedestrians, , bikes and rickshaws
scooters, trucks, motorbikes and cabs
all compete together in quirky
medley of traffic jams
On crammed roads you could
ram into bulls and rams
So brakes forever screeching,
the cars forever honking, hooting
while beggers begged and pickpockets
could go a' looting on a footing ...
#home
556 reads
38 Comments
tell_me_wy
Poem Published
20th Jun 2023 8:05pm
20th Jun 2023 8:05pm
Hanok
Fishing boats navigate the sea.
Each city steeped in memory.
And street food vendors
Scattered here and there;
A taste of Spring
In the Winter air;
This venerable village hums
A resilient tune:
A heart cry of history.
The night’s lights gleam
In kaleidoscope tones,
Across this modern mystery.
Each city steeped in memory.
And street food vendors
Scattered here and there;
A taste of Spring
In the Winter air;
This venerable village hums
A resilient tune:
A heart cry of history.
The night’s lights gleam
In kaleidoscope tones,
Across this modern mystery.
#home
#countryside
#sea #travel
#sea #travel
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Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
5th Jun 2023 1:56am
5th Jun 2023 1:56am
Home
My place is no showplace
replete with fragile
dust magnets,
museum piece furnishings encircled
by invisible red velvet ropes
be my comfortable guest
lay about on the sofas
walk hither and thither
wearing shoes or not
no room verboten
no carpet reserved
for special occasions
clothing, while not
completely optional,
is by no dress code bound
so, let your hair down
or up, or cue ball shaven
you'll be not judged
it's a be-yourself haven.
replete with fragile
dust magnets,
museum piece furnishings encircled
by invisible red velvet ropes
be my comfortable guest
lay about on the sofas
walk hither and thither
wearing shoes or not
no room verboten
no carpet reserved
for special occasions
clothing, while not
completely optional,
is by no dress code bound
so, let your hair down
or up, or cue ball shaven
you'll be not judged
it's a be-yourself haven.
#happiness
#home
#peace #freedom
#peace #freedom
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14 Comments
Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
19th Apr 2023 2:20am
19th Apr 2023 2:20am
Modern Conveniences - Part One
We live in a high tech home
replete with magical objects
heretofore not seen in the marketplace
be amazed nay downright envious
as I, in detail, elucidate
Our dishes, utensils, pots, and pans
are visible to all
when stowed in drawers
or placed on a shelf
however, when they’ve been soiled,
placed in the sink
they become completely invisible
to every inhabitant
except for myself
and if one wants to wipe the table,
scrub countertops and such
the sponge has a chip embedded
that responds...
replete with magical objects
heretofore not seen in the marketplace
be amazed nay downright envious
as I, in detail, elucidate
Our dishes, utensils, pots, and pans
are visible to all
when stowed in drawers
or placed on a shelf
however, when they’ve been soiled,
placed in the sink
they become completely invisible
to every inhabitant
except for myself
and if one wants to wipe the table,
scrub countertops and such
the sponge has a chip embedded
that responds...
#family
#home
#CallToAction
#responsibility
#NaPoWriMo2023
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1 Comment
Jezkeebs
Poem Published
5th Apr 2023 7:11am
5th Apr 2023 7:11am
Castle
Misty fog sinking low
Above a watery meadow
Then terraced stone, gravel path
Old chestnut tree split in half
A buzzard swoops in wooded grove
Badger holes where they dug and rove
Wild garlic then autumn leaves
Summer shrubs and flowering trees
Cow parsley tall in the shade
Watching the sun start to fade
Ducking through the arched tunnel
Listen to birdsong sound so subtle
Summer fountain rainbow spray
Flower heads in wind that sway
Lead Glass reflecting strange shapes
Of past footsteps leading to fate
In...
Above a watery meadow
Then terraced stone, gravel path
Old chestnut tree split in half
A buzzard swoops in wooded grove
Badger holes where they dug and rove
Wild garlic then autumn leaves
Summer shrubs and flowering trees
Cow parsley tall in the shade
Watching the sun start to fade
Ducking through the arched tunnel
Listen to birdsong sound so subtle
Summer fountain rainbow spray
Flower heads in wind that sway
Lead Glass reflecting strange shapes
Of past footsteps leading to fate
In...
#home
#trees
#nature
#rhyming
#uplifting
242 reads
2 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
21st Mar 2023 11:06am
21st Mar 2023 11:06am
Poor Tommy Was Found In The Master Bedroom
Poor Tommy was
found in the
master bedroom
crying after
hearing that
his parents
were both
killed by some
guy who was
drunk while
driving.
found in the
master bedroom
crying after
hearing that
his parents
were both
killed by some
guy who was
drunk while
driving.
#home
#fiction
#FreeVerse
#dialogue
#tragedy
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2 Comments
nightbirdblue
Poem Published
11th Mar 2023 10:10am
11th Mar 2023 10:10am
Winter’s Thaw
frigid
night air
pierces
new holes
through
my heart
it’s the start
of spring
birds sing
last year’s
crisp leaves
graze the
frozen ground
with a sound
like dry brush
strokes
that evoke
all the senses
wind is reckless
a painted canvas
of neon sunset
hangs overhead
chitter chatter
can be heard
from chipmunks’
holes
stretch my toes
bugs buzz
around
our home
but it’s still
a bit too cold
for flowers’
arrival
their survival ...
night air
pierces
new holes
through
my heart
it’s the start
of spring
birds sing
last year’s
crisp leaves
graze the
frozen ground
with a sound
like dry brush
strokes
that evoke
all the senses
wind is reckless
a painted canvas
of neon sunset
hangs overhead
chitter chatter
can be heard
from chipmunks’
holes
stretch my toes
bugs buzz
around
our home
but it’s still
a bit too cold
for flowers’
arrival
their survival ...
#home
#winter
#spring
#rebirth
#pagan
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