Least Read Poems About Home
#home
Little Johnny Hall
I’ve learned there is NO WINNING in this life
Whether there's an existing trace of peace or a strife.
See Little Johnny Hall crying in the corner because his daddy’s gone
See me hiding scared under the bed for hours and hours long
Wishing MY own daddy gone!
What’s wrong with Little Johnny who cries and cries for his dad?
How LUCKY is Little Johnny who never saw him mad!
He cries and cries for days and months without relent or end ...
Whether there's an existing trace of peace or a strife.
See Little Johnny Hall crying in the corner because his daddy’s gone
See me hiding scared under the bed for hours and hours long
Wishing MY own daddy gone!
What’s wrong with Little Johnny who cries and cries for his dad?
How LUCKY is Little Johnny who never saw him mad!
He cries and cries for days and months without relent or end ...
#childhood
#home
#scary #memories
#scary #memories
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Rehab
Standing in the floor
Over my head
Spiders
Fungus
Decaying hemlock.
The ceiling was hotter
Above my head
Sagging
Simpler
Try again tomorrow.
Over my head
Spiders
Fungus
Decaying hemlock.
The ceiling was hotter
Above my head
Sagging
Simpler
Try again tomorrow.
#determination
#home
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Look At What He Brought Home With Him
Scott came downstairs and
saw that there was a mermaid
laying on the frat house floor.
Gil told the other
guys that she begged him to help
her escape from Poseidon.
After that, the guys
helped her get into a
bathtub that's filled with water.
They also asked her
to be quiet so that the
house mother does not catch her.
saw that there was a mermaid
laying on the frat house floor.
Gil told the other
guys that she begged him to help
her escape from Poseidon.
After that, the guys
helped her get into a
bathtub that's filled with water.
They also asked her
to be quiet so that the
house mother does not catch her.
#acceptance
#fiction
#friendship
#home
#mermaids
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An Unnatural Quiet
They come, they come, shadows cold and sly
That dance in silence, mocking as they flit
A host unseen, with thousand unseen eyes
And each one fixed upon my shivering wit
O silent fiends, why creep ye through my cell?
Is’t not enough my mind’s become thy prey?
Ye slither, lurk, and fester—yet none tell
What foul delight or purpose bids you stay
Hark! They do whisper, low and serpent-sweet
Their voices coil within the breathless gloom
“Come nearer, fool, where light and shadow meet,
And touch the edge of thy eternal doom.”...
That dance in silence, mocking as they flit
A host unseen, with thousand unseen eyes
And each one fixed upon my shivering wit
O silent fiends, why creep ye through my cell?
Is’t not enough my mind’s become thy prey?
Ye slither, lurk, and fester—yet none tell
What foul delight or purpose bids you stay
Hark! They do whisper, low and serpent-sweet
Their voices coil within the breathless gloom
“Come nearer, fool, where light and shadow meet,
And touch the edge of thy eternal doom.”...
#dark
#home
#monsters
#shadows
#silence
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My Allegiance I Vow
To my terra of roots
My allegiance I vow
I wallow in your fruits
And to your flag I bow.
Dream not till wake of dawn
Beaming sun light I wait
Burst of glee of no bourn
The feels of the soul, sate.
Awe chills into my spine
As your Hymn in pride sung
For Home in peace I pine
And love never be swung.
How could my pen, you turn
In a fine rhyming word
As my quill longs to learn
Inking with grace and verve.
My allegiance I vow
I wallow in your fruits
And to your flag I bow.
Dream not till wake of dawn
Beaming sun light I wait
Burst of glee of no bourn
The feels of the soul, sate.
Awe chills into my spine
As your Hymn in pride sung
For Home in peace I pine
And love never be swung.
How could my pen, you turn
In a fine rhyming word
As my quill longs to learn
Inking with grace and verve.
#admiration
#gratitude
#home
#inspirational
#strength
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Deportations
The Lieing
Has spiked
At the borders
Of our world
Where the Innocent
Are mixed with those
Who are Not
Mass
Deportations
Requires
AI Mico
Facial Profiling
Or your gonna
Recreate
The Trail of Tears
Has spiked
At the borders
Of our world
Where the Innocent
Are mixed with those
Who are Not
Mass
Deportations
Requires
AI Mico
Facial Profiling
Or your gonna
Recreate
The Trail of Tears
#home
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Indolence Banished
Rote simplicity
Begets complicity
Languorous spirits
Inhabit the mind
Whisper melancholic secrets
Obtuse apathy
Mental atrophy
End stage vacuous grind
Mindfully seeing
Fatefully freeing
Psychic visions
Life unbound
Unknown courage from God
Against the current
Overcame deterrent
Expansive horizons beyond
Begets complicity
Languorous spirits
Inhabit the mind
Whisper melancholic secrets
Obtuse apathy
Mental atrophy
End stage vacuous grind
Mindfully seeing
Fatefully freeing
Psychic visions
Life unbound
Unknown courage from God
Against the current
Overcame deterrent
Expansive horizons beyond
#despair
#home
#job
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The Coming
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 speak
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 speak
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
#DomesticViolence
#home
#metaphor
#school
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Dream, Nightmare, You Decide
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 RV.
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 RV.
#dreams
#girlfriend
#home
#mother
#nightmares
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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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