Poems About Home Seeking Friendly Advice
#home
jmcchesnie
Joylyn
Joylyn
Poem Published
10th Dec 2023 00:31am
10th Dec 2023 00:31am
When all Goes Quiet
It's funny how
our adult children
will come out
of their rooms
at night
to check on us
when they don't
hear us laughing
or talking
in the living room
they suddenly think
something might be wrong.
But we're just asleep
me on the couch
my husband in his chair
worn out from a day
of doing the usual
things we do
and that boring t.v.
well, that puts us to sleep.
our adult children
will come out
of their rooms
at night
to check on us
when they don't
hear us laughing
or talking
in the living room
they suddenly think
something might be wrong.
But we're just asleep
me on the couch
my husband in his chair
worn out from a day
of doing the usual
things we do
and that boring t.v.
well, that puts us to sleep.
#home
#WritingPoetry
#aging
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jmcchesnie
Joylyn
Joylyn
Poem Published
16th Nov 2023 9:17pm
16th Nov 2023 9:17pm
No Spiders Allowed
I’ve told you all before
to stay outside the house
that is where you all belong
along with every mouse.
Not inside my house
it’s off limits don’t you see
so stay away from my front door
or danger there will be.
Don't try hiding in a corner
or in a bath towel on the door
don't let me find you in my kitchen
or on the bathroom floor.
Stay outside where you belong
or in the fire you’ll go
or flushed on down the toilet
with the dirty water below.
to stay outside the house
that is where you all belong
along with every mouse.
Not inside my house
it’s off limits don’t you see
so stay away from my front door
or danger there will be.
Don't try hiding in a corner
or in a bath towel on the door
don't let me find you in my kitchen
or on the bathroom floor.
Stay outside where you belong
or in the fire you’ll go
or flushed on down the toilet
with the dirty water below.
#home
#rhyming
#WritingPoetry
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jmcchesnie
Joylyn
Joylyn
Poem Published
14th Nov 2023 5:58pm
14th Nov 2023 5:58pm
Queen
I am the Queen of this house,
and don't you forget that by the way.
If not for me who would do the cooking
yes, this is my kitchen, so please stay out I say.
Unless you plan to help by chopping up the chicken,
you know how much I dislike cutting up fresh meat,
so I'll leave that part to you, I'll even let you sweep.
Who would wash the dirty dishes, dry, and put them all away?
Stack the wood out on the front porch,
well, I know I don't do that every day.
Oh, please don't laugh that way!
Who would wash your dirty socks,
your stinky...
and don't you forget that by the way.
If not for me who would do the cooking
yes, this is my kitchen, so please stay out I say.
Unless you plan to help by chopping up the chicken,
you know how much I dislike cutting up fresh meat,
so I'll leave that part to you, I'll even let you sweep.
Who would wash the dirty dishes, dry, and put them all away?
Stack the wood out on the front porch,
well, I know I don't do that every day.
Oh, please don't laugh that way!
Who would wash your dirty socks,
your stinky...
#home
#WritingPoetry
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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
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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
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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
244 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
626 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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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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