Long Poems About Home
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
21st Dec 2024 8:29pm
21st Dec 2024 8:29pm
A Shrunken Head For Xmas
If you want to add spice to your living room decor,
Then continue reading and see what's in-store
Maybe you have an enemy you would love to see dead
Maybe a special friend/lover who annoys you to no end
If so, then read these instructions on how to shrink someone's head
Step 1- Find a head. peel the skin away from the skull (hair and all) Sew the eye and mouth openings closed (to trap the soul inside so it won't haunt you) Turn the head inside out. Scrape away the fat using a sharp knife.
Step 2- Cook the head. Add jungle herbs to a pot of water...
Then continue reading and see what's in-store
Maybe you have an enemy you would love to see dead
Maybe a special friend/lover who annoys you to no end
If so, then read these instructions on how to shrink someone's head
Step 1- Find a head. peel the skin away from the skull (hair and all) Sew the eye and mouth openings closed (to trap the soul inside so it won't haunt you) Turn the head inside out. Scrape away the fat using a sharp knife.
Step 2- Cook the head. Add jungle herbs to a pot of water...
#home
#inspirational
#LifeChangingMoment
#motivational
#ShortStory
100 reads
16 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
13th Jul 2024 7:24pm
13th Jul 2024 7:24pm
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
155 reads
6 Comments
DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
8th Jul 2024 2:14am
8th Jul 2024 2:14am
Together Yet Apart
As I'm moving on from the fuck boi who pretended to love me in the past, I wonder about the future and who's truly meant to be in my life next. I've been stuck on a lie for 8 years and am now wondering what truth would feel like.
If it's anything like what I thought I experienced in the past except based on true love instead of lust, I bet it would be amazing. More than I've ever had in my entire life.
But I wonder also how living with them would work.
Surely, it'd be fine, right?
But in the back of my mind, my trauma pops up and screams, "Bad...
If it's anything like what I thought I experienced in the past except based on true love instead of lust, I bet it would be amazing. More than I've ever had in my entire life.
But I wonder also how living with them would work.
Surely, it'd be fine, right?
But in the back of my mind, my trauma pops up and screams, "Bad...
#home
#love
168 reads
0 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
8th Jul 2024 1:06am
8th Jul 2024 1:06am
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
169 reads
12 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
18th Jun 2024 9:59pm
18th Jun 2024 9:59pm
To believe
#home
#humankind
#women
124 reads
3 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
8th May 2024 9:49pm
8th May 2024 9:49pm
You too can own a real Shrunken Head!
If you want to add spice to your living room decor,
Then continue reading and see what's in-store
Maybe you have an enemy you would love to see dead
Maybe a special friend/lover who annoys you to no end
If so, then read these instructions on how to shrink someone's head
Step 1- Find a head. peel the skin away from the skull (hair and all) Sew the eye and mouth openings closed (to trap the soul inside so it won't haunt you) Turn the head inside out. Scrape away the fat using a sharp knife.
Step 2- Cook the head. Add jungle herbs to a pot of water...
Then continue reading and see what's in-store
Maybe you have an enemy you would love to see dead
Maybe a special friend/lover who annoys you to no end
If so, then read these instructions on how to shrink someone's head
Step 1- Find a head. peel the skin away from the skull (hair and all) Sew the eye and mouth openings closed (to trap the soul inside so it won't haunt you) Turn the head inside out. Scrape away the fat using a sharp knife.
Step 2- Cook the head. Add jungle herbs to a pot of water...
#home
#inspirational
#LifeChangingMoment
#motivational
#nonfiction
158 reads
2 Comments
Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
12th Apr 2024 2:51pm
12th Apr 2024 2:51pm
Chapter 9 Home
Chapter 9 Home
As the plane began its descent into Oklahoma City, Brittney felt a heavy weight settle in her chest. The city lights below twinkled below like distant stars. She knew this place well, but it felt foreign after being in Kansas City four days.
As she closed her laptop thinking of all the learning from those days, she felt a tangled web of guilt and regret.
She had always prided herself on her faith, integrity, and loyalty. She had been raised with strong moral values, waiting until marriage before sharing herself with her husband, Alex....
As the plane began its descent into Oklahoma City, Brittney felt a heavy weight settle in her chest. The city lights below twinkled below like distant stars. She knew this place well, but it felt foreign after being in Kansas City four days.
As she closed her laptop thinking of all the learning from those days, she felt a tangled web of guilt and regret.
She had always prided herself on her faith, integrity, and loyalty. She had been raised with strong moral values, waiting until marriage before sharing herself with her husband, Alex....
#regret
#marriage
#betrayal #home
#betrayal #home
176 reads
2 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2024 10:59am
2nd Apr 2024 10:59am
Quicksand
Quicksand
--Nacton Shores--
On Sundays,
when shadows had lifted from my Mother
like a Victorian veil,
she'd pick me up, take me shoring.
We'd walk the long stiff length of Orwell.
I'd run off ahead -
hunting dead wood, dragon heads,
mermaids all dried out.
I'd observe traversing opportunities,
steep, eroding cliffs,
roots digging fingers
into earth for generations.
The tattered remains of jellyfish
often wedge within this sand,
become hunter's fodder.
and I, merciless,
...
--Nacton Shores--
On Sundays,
when shadows had lifted from my Mother
like a Victorian veil,
she'd pick me up, take me shoring.
We'd walk the long stiff length of Orwell.
I'd run off ahead -
hunting dead wood, dragon heads,
mermaids all dried out.
I'd observe traversing opportunities,
steep, eroding cliffs,
roots digging fingers
into earth for generations.
The tattered remains of jellyfish
often wedge within this sand,
become hunter's fodder.
and I, merciless,
...
#death
#home
#memories #acceptance
#memories #acceptance
184 reads
3 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
20th Jan 2024 10:20pm
20th Jan 2024 10:20pm
Ten years after the statement TW:SA
#strength
#hope
#home
139 reads
0 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
240 reads
2 Comments
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
19th May 2023 8:09pm
19th May 2023 8:09pm
Worthless Tenants
Chapter 1
Electricity Bills
Mr. Perry brought some important issues to the attention of the worthless woman who shared the house with him. Firstly, he talked about the electricity bills. He said that the utility company had his wife’s phone number and the company had been sending the electricity bills to her phone, but that edition of the electricity bills only showed the total amount that was to be paid and the due date. Mrs. Perry and her husband could not rely on that insufficient information to pay the electricity bills.
The woman shared electricity...
Electricity Bills
Mr. Perry brought some important issues to the attention of the worthless woman who shared the house with him. Firstly, he talked about the electricity bills. He said that the utility company had his wife’s phone number and the company had been sending the electricity bills to her phone, but that edition of the electricity bills only showed the total amount that was to be paid and the due date. Mrs. Perry and her husband could not rely on that insufficient information to pay the electricity bills.
The woman shared electricity...
#children
#parent
#wife
#home
#money
301 reads
2 Comments
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
25th Apr 2023 11:13pm
25th Apr 2023 11:13pm
Miss Nelson
Miss Nelson was an old widow who resided alone in a small house by the sea in Port Henderson. She was a peaceful and quiet person. Moreover, she did not have many friends, and she kept to herself most of the times. Her next-door neighbour had a bar at the front of his yard, and at nights, the loud music and the noisy drunkards caused a disturbance. The noise affected Miss Nelson, but she did not say anything about it to the owner of the bar.
A particular old man who was a regular customer at the bar used to bother Miss Nelson. On weekends, he would go to her yard when he is...
A particular old man who was a regular customer at the bar used to bother Miss Nelson. On weekends, he would go to her yard when he is...
#home
#sea
#night
#music
#curse
157 reads
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