Poems About Home Seeking Honest Critique
#home
Family
such a heavy word
yet it gets uttered
thoughtlessly
carelessly
for when
love
support
warmth
and belonging all fade
what’s left is you
wandering
in the crowd
of familiar faces
unseen
in their eyes
you’re barely there
an outsider inside a house
that never
felt like
home
to you
yet it gets uttered
thoughtlessly
carelessly
for when
love
support
warmth
and belonging all fade
what’s left is you
wandering
in the crowd
of familiar faces
unseen
in their eyes
you’re barely there
an outsider inside a house
that never
felt like
home
to you
#emptiness
#family
#home
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Living Arrangements
I'm living at my parents house
An old girlfriend is living their too
I don't know this until she comes out of a room
She looks at me and asks me if I'm living here and I say yes
She & my mother begin laughing in my face
They then drive away in my father's boat
An old girlfriend is living their too
I don't know this until she comes out of a room
She looks at me and asks me if I'm living here and I say yes
She & my mother begin laughing in my face
They then drive away in my father's boat
#dreams
#girlfriend
#home #parent
#home #parent
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Beach House
The scene unfolds on sand,
yellowish brown and tossed all around.
The sound of waves slams the rocks surrounding,
wooden pieces that form a house.
Beach house sits atop this place of scenery displayed.
Two stories tall encompassed by white picket walls and
a porch that wraps around.
Upon entering the door, a sense of silence
becomes known.
The opening room is filled with sky high views,
comfortable seating, and liquor bar to boot.
All seems well settling into this luxury,
till darkness falls on this beauty. ...
yellowish brown and tossed all around.
The sound of waves slams the rocks surrounding,
wooden pieces that form a house.
Beach house sits atop this place of scenery displayed.
Two stories tall encompassed by white picket walls and
a porch that wraps around.
Upon entering the door, a sense of silence
becomes known.
The opening room is filled with sky high views,
comfortable seating, and liquor bar to boot.
All seems well settling into this luxury,
till darkness falls on this beauty. ...
#beach
#dark
#home #scary
#home #scary
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The Aliens Have Arrived
Yelling cursing, noise level terror
Then he hits her
She cries
Things get quiet, then it starts again
Locked in his room, the boy sits on the floor next to his bed
That's the place he goes when they go at it
Mother & Alien, this man/boyfriend
This thing that watches TV or it's i-phone and drinks long cans of malt liquor in the dark
Sometimes the Alien is there when his mother isn't
The Alien doesn't talk
The Alien drinks, beats mother & watches TV
The boy knows that he's lucky the Alien doesn't beat on him
Other Aliens have...
Then he hits her
She cries
Things get quiet, then it starts again
Locked in his room, the boy sits on the floor next to his bed
That's the place he goes when they go at it
Mother & Alien, this man/boyfriend
This thing that watches TV or it's i-phone and drinks long cans of malt liquor in the dark
Sometimes the Alien is there when his mother isn't
The Alien doesn't talk
The Alien drinks, beats mother & watches TV
The boy knows that he's lucky the Alien doesn't beat on him
Other Aliens have...
#abuse
#aliens
#DomesticViolence
#home
#school
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You've been away too long.
He was smaller. frailer. shrunk.
His voice lighter. fainter. short.
and his body -
it ached in new ways
and his mind had to climb
to great heights to communicate.
so I snuck to the attic
to search for something useful,
like cards or dice
or dust or Christmas dec's
or a collection of dead flies
I could sprinkle from the skylight.
And instead I found him,
him when he was an architect,
him when he was the hand
at the back of the swing,
him when his eyes
lit up on my face
and there I...
His voice lighter. fainter. short.
and his body -
it ached in new ways
and his mind had to climb
to great heights to communicate.
so I snuck to the attic
to search for something useful,
like cards or dice
or dust or Christmas dec's
or a collection of dead flies
I could sprinkle from the skylight.
And instead I found him,
him when he was an architect,
him when he was the hand
at the back of the swing,
him when his eyes
lit up on my face
and there I...
#aging
#home
#identity
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other home counties are available ..
born and brought up in kent, a home county that borders london, but is different, in that most of the cool
hipsters wouldn’t admit to it being somewhere they went to at weekends for a quick hello with their parents
hipsters wouldn’t admit to it being somewhere they went to at weekends for a quick hello with their parents
#home
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Dream unfolded
From that corner you can see the house
Anchored to the dogs in the sun (dormant)
As if the river no longer had teeth
Absorbed in his thoughts
Silent as barked birch trees
Still floating in a volatile stillness
Once the war is lost, we have to hold on to the air
Write the laws in washed stone
Repeat the litany of saints (dormant)
Treating everything like there is no tomorrow
Again and again, and once again
Leave the wings against the wall
Hear the wind pass and carry the feathers
Rhyming river with house...
Anchored to the dogs in the sun (dormant)
As if the river no longer had teeth
Absorbed in his thoughts
Silent as barked birch trees
Still floating in a volatile stillness
Once the war is lost, we have to hold on to the air
Write the laws in washed stone
Repeat the litany of saints (dormant)
Treating everything like there is no tomorrow
Again and again, and once again
Leave the wings against the wall
Hear the wind pass and carry the feathers
Rhyming river with house...
#fish
#home
#redemption
#river
#wind
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Lessons in steel
I had a house
built out of steel
and people were
always welcome,
it didn't matter
what is was for
or how long it
had been since
they last visited
nowadays, I feel
like my body has
turned into that
steel house,
it doesn't matter
why they require
my shelter, doesn't
matter how long it's
been since they
last visited,
it doesn't matter
where we are
as we travel
on this earth,
this body too
is a home, there's
a...
built out of steel
and people were
always welcome,
it didn't matter
what is was for
or how long it
had been since
they last visited
nowadays, I feel
like my body has
turned into that
steel house,
it doesn't matter
why they require
my shelter, doesn't
matter how long it's
been since they
last visited,
it doesn't matter
where we are
as we travel
on this earth,
this body too
is a home, there's
a...
#confessional
#home
#LifeCycle #SelfReflection
#LifeCycle #SelfReflection
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Another Friday Summer Morning
Walking to the store yesterday morning around 10:00 AM. The 1st thing that hits me as I go out into the light is the smell. Dog shit all over the grass. Many abandoned homes that look menacing and creepy. Lawns that haven't been cut in months. I walk down my street and watch the home boys watching me. I have to look right at them, I can't help it. They piss me off when they stare. I feel like shooting their little heads off.
I turn onto the main street and walk past the family planning center. A worn out street dude looks at me and waves and nods his head like he knows me. That...
I turn onto the main street and walk past the family planning center. A worn out street dude looks at me and waves and nods his head like he knows me. That...
#home
#LifeStruggles
#myself #nonfiction
#myself #nonfiction
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Father To Son
Forget who you are
Just remember who I am
You obey the rules
You'll be perfectly fine
You disobey the rules
I'm your officer, judge, jury & executioner
I will make your life a hell that you can't ever escape
Ok son, brush your teeth
Time to get ready for bed
Just remember who I am
You obey the rules
You'll be perfectly fine
You disobey the rules
I'm your officer, judge, jury & executioner
I will make your life a hell that you can't ever escape
Ok son, brush your teeth
Time to get ready for bed
#father
#home
#son
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Bryce
Bryce's favorite color is green. Do not even think of implying that green is a Crayola eight pack color. Bryce knows dozens of shades and hues -hundreds- ranging from emerald to chartreuse, with responses to them ranging from wincing in distaste (deep teal) to taciturn approval (pistachio).
Bryce likes to think he isn't picky. Didn't he microwave a leftover Whopper last night and enjoy it just fine? Yes, he did. But color is fundamental to his wellbeing. Bryce harbors no compunction over breaking up with Lisa. Beautiful, brilliant Lisa who knew her oak furniture and...
Bryce likes to think he isn't picky. Didn't he microwave a leftover Whopper last night and enjoy it just fine? Yes, he did. But color is fundamental to his wellbeing. Bryce harbors no compunction over breaking up with Lisa. Beautiful, brilliant Lisa who knew her oak furniture and...
#choices
#home
#relationships
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Want To Join Us For A Threesome?
Kelly came home and
found her husband Peter and
Bridget both naked in bed.
That was before he
held out his hand and asked "Want
to join us for a threesome?"
found her husband Peter and
Bridget both naked in bed.
That was before he
held out his hand and asked "Want
to join us for a threesome?"
#corruption
#fiction
#home
#husband
#sensual
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