Long Poems About Home
#home
IntoTheRain
Poem Published
27th Dec 2022 8:47pm
27th Dec 2022 8:47pm
Judith's Place
On a brisk September evening many years ago, I remember visiting my grandmother's house on the island. Fall seemed to be peeking around the trees. The once forest green door on her front porch was chipping paint, revealing an orange rust. As I opened the door to enter, the worn-out hinges moaned a crackling tale. I felt I was witnessing the history of how many visitors, guests, and loved ones had walked through that very door.
I could hear a woman humming to a Willie Nelson song, the sound sweeping in on the fresh evening breeze. The recognizable smell of spices and herbs welcomed...
I could hear a woman humming to a Willie Nelson song, the sound sweeping in on the fresh evening breeze. The recognizable smell of spices and herbs welcomed...
#childhood
#family
#home #memories
#home #memories
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PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
6th Nov 2022 9:29am
6th Nov 2022 9:29am
"home"
home;
i don't even know....
it's not what it seems;
it's not the place one wishes
it could be....
home;
an illusion of stability;
a place where most would"kill" to be;
the rug underneath one's feet-
snatched away from lack of "currency" or due to dependency....
home....
...
i don't even know....
it's not what it seems;
it's not the place one wishes
it could be....
home;
an illusion of stability;
a place where most would"kill" to be;
the rug underneath one's feet-
snatched away from lack of "currency" or due to dependency....
home....
...
#LifeStruggles
#home
#HumanRights
#FeelingTrapped
#environment
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DanielChristensen
Poem Published
6th Oct 2022 3:01pm
6th Oct 2022 3:01pm
disaster # 4673
Ceilings and walls of tenuous sleep
Blankets are a thin
Membrane
Against the noise
And the chaos
And the cold
Yesterday, sunlight and commercial
Music at the mall, where
Those of disposable means are
Casually tossing coins,
To the metallic yap of a
Plastic toy dog
I see them,
Groomed and adorned,
Having learned and strove
Through the capitalist systemic
Calculus
Of have and wont and woe,
I admire them
That perseverance,
That sharp toothed priority
Of self and those whose well...
Blankets are a thin
Membrane
Against the noise
And the chaos
And the cold
Yesterday, sunlight and commercial
Music at the mall, where
Those of disposable means are
Casually tossing coins,
To the metallic yap of a
Plastic toy dog
I see them,
Groomed and adorned,
Having learned and strove
Through the capitalist systemic
Calculus
Of have and wont and woe,
I admire them
That perseverance,
That sharp toothed priority
Of self and those whose well...
#anxiety
#family
#LifeStruggles
#home
#LifeChangingMoment
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Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
27th Aug 2022 8:39pm
27th Aug 2022 8:39pm
Two-thirds of a tin of gloss paint
Two-thirds of a tin of gloss paint
seeped, unchecked, all over our landing carpet;
leaked through the railings
and trickled down the stairs.
Once a busy mass of browns
with a pattern purloined from a public house,
rivulets of paint turned our carpet white
and now the air turned blue.
It's not clear how the tin was dislodged
but I discovered the catastrophe
when I trod in something squelchy
while making my way downstairs.
I'd left two tins of paint stacked there
along with sandpaper,...
seeped, unchecked, all over our landing carpet;
leaked through the railings
and trickled down the stairs.
Once a busy mass of browns
with a pattern purloined from a public house,
rivulets of paint turned our carpet white
and now the air turned blue.
It's not clear how the tin was dislodged
but I discovered the catastrophe
when I trod in something squelchy
while making my way downstairs.
I'd left two tins of paint stacked there
along with sandpaper,...
#LifeStruggles
#home
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
4th Aug 2022 4:50am
4th Aug 2022 4:50am
An Odyssey
An Odyssey
A fiery necklace of jade stretches down her throat during their goodbye kiss. When he boards the gangplank the beads sink into her navel where they ignite. She says, “If you come back maimed I will take care of you. If what you saw haunts you, I’ll exorcise your demons with my touch. If you return to me as a corpse I will keep fresh roses on your grave. But please give Agamemnon this note I wrote for you that you are married to a woman who will surely perish of heartbreak if you come home in a casket.”
“He would call me a coward.”
“Be my lovely coward. Go...
A fiery necklace of jade stretches down her throat during their goodbye kiss. When he boards the gangplank the beads sink into her navel where they ignite. She says, “If you come back maimed I will take care of you. If what you saw haunts you, I’ll exorcise your demons with my touch. If you return to me as a corpse I will keep fresh roses on your grave. But please give Agamemnon this note I wrote for you that you are married to a woman who will surely perish of heartbreak if you come home in a casket.”
“He would call me a coward.”
“Be my lovely coward. Go...
#love
#marriage
#war
#home
#responsibility
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PiecesofEmotions
P.o.E
P.o.E
Poem Published
19th Jul 2022 9:01pm
19th Jul 2022 9:01pm
Wanna come home
I wouldn't mind dying
If only it'd
bring me closer to the truth
And Id be lying
If I told you
I could somehow
make it through
I wouldn't be here
if I said
I never would
But you know
Least I can say
Ive done all that I could
Taking all of the bad
Hoping to make it good
Getting back to your love
And all That its made of
If you could reverse the hurt,
could you?
If you heard the tears here on earth?
Would you ? ...
If only it'd
bring me closer to the truth
And Id be lying
If I told you
I could somehow
make it through
I wouldn't be here
if I said
I never would
But you know
Least I can say
Ive done all that I could
Taking all of the bad
Hoping to make it good
Getting back to your love
And all That its made of
If you could reverse the hurt,
could you?
If you heard the tears here on earth?
Would you ? ...
#strength
#hope
#inspirational
#home
#emotions
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PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
24th May 2022 6:54pm
24th May 2022 6:54pm
Nahsi Niegah
(Patois)
Rite now mi ahn mi wife live monks bad-mindid people oo nuh cawpariet.
Wi nuh mek nuh fren wid di warisum tenant dem inna di yawd.
Mi nuo sey di tenant dem hiet mi, ahn mi nuh like hypocritical greetin.
Mi wife greet di hypocrit dem waam, ahn shi tell dem bak howdy doo,
But shi nuh inna nuh lang ahgument ar nuh annessicery chattin wid dem.
Mi kip mi distant fran di nahsi niegah dem; mi nat even suoshalize wid dem.
Dem neva wahn wi fi live ya inna di fos plies cawza dem bad intenshan.
Ebry diay di tenant dem mek wi...
Rite now mi ahn mi wife live monks bad-mindid people oo nuh cawpariet.
Wi nuh mek nuh fren wid di warisum tenant dem inna di yawd.
Mi nuo sey di tenant dem hiet mi, ahn mi nuh like hypocritical greetin.
Mi wife greet di hypocrit dem waam, ahn shi tell dem bak howdy doo,
But shi nuh inna nuh lang ahgument ar nuh annessicery chattin wid dem.
Mi kip mi distant fran di nahsi niegah dem; mi nat even suoshalize wid dem.
Dem neva wahn wi fi live ya inna di fos plies cawza dem bad intenshan.
Ebry diay di tenant dem mek wi...
#hate
#women
#home
#suffering
#hypocrisy
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Tracey_Leigh
Poem Published
6th Mar 2022 3:09pm
6th Mar 2022 3:09pm
Down the unpaved path~
Years went by while I cascaded through the unknown.
Faking it to make it or to just feel that part of society that was "supposed to be".
Numb yet smiling, steps were taken daily and years went by. The anger faded into regret and the love faded into vacant dreams.
Just then, counting down the days of existence with clouded eyes, heart and soul the sun shined through. Moving the grey aside and showing me a light within that dropped me to my knees.
By giving away my power so many times I simply forgot who I was...who "I am".
...
Faking it to make it or to just feel that part of society that was "supposed to be".
Numb yet smiling, steps were taken daily and years went by. The anger faded into regret and the love faded into vacant dreams.
Just then, counting down the days of existence with clouded eyes, heart and soul the sun shined through. Moving the grey aside and showing me a light within that dropped me to my knees.
By giving away my power so many times I simply forgot who I was...who "I am".
...
#home
#nature
#spiritual
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randyjohnson
Poem Published
25th Feb 2022 9:06pm
25th Feb 2022 9:06pm
Home Sweet Home
I have been living on my property forty-five years today. I moved here on February 25, 1977. When I moved on my property, I was only five years old and Elvis Presley was still alive. If I live for another five years, I will have lived on this property for half a century.
My forty-fifth anniversary of living on this property has landed on a Friday and as it turned out, the day when I moved here in 1977 was on Friday as well. After living here for that long, I consider this place to be both important and special.
It's amazing how much the price of land increases over the...
My forty-fifth anniversary of living on this property has landed on a Friday and as it turned out, the day when I moved here in 1977 was on Friday as well. After living here for that long, I consider this place to be both important and special.
It's amazing how much the price of land increases over the...
#family
#home
#anniversary
#memories
#nonfiction
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asbr808
Anthony R
Anthony R
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2021 5:54pm
23rd Dec 2021 5:54pm
Houses
a house is meant to be loved,
to be moved-into, to be lived in...
to love in, and to die in,
to be buried in the backyard under a lemon tree,
with a simple grave
and it is not a grisly thing,
the youngsters point and laugh
'grampa's in the leaves now!'
a house covers and creaks
shakes in a wind
and in a storm, leaks
a house smiles and sighs
certain smells swirl in certain segments,
you open that cabinet door and breathe in the air from the last...
to be moved-into, to be lived in...
to love in, and to die in,
to be buried in the backyard under a lemon tree,
with a simple grave
and it is not a grisly thing,
the youngsters point and laugh
'grampa's in the leaves now!'
a house covers and creaks
shakes in a wind
and in a storm, leaks
a house smiles and sighs
certain smells swirl in certain segments,
you open that cabinet door and breathe in the air from the last...
#home
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2 Comments
Write-On
Poem Published
2nd Nov 2021 00:04am
2nd Nov 2021 00:04am
Hearts
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These are the hearts of everyday life. Look for an open hearth or stove for fireplaces. The heart (hɑːrθ) is a place in the house where a fire is kept and it is traditionally used to love the house, and for "cooking." It usually consists of at least one horizontal heart stone. Hearths are usually made of brick or stone. For centuries,...
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These are the hearts of everyday life. Look for an open hearth or stove for fireplaces. The heart (hɑːrθ) is a place in the house where a fire is kept and it is traditionally used to love the house, and for "cooking." It usually consists of at least one horizontal heart stone. Hearths are usually made of brick or stone. For centuries,...
#home
#dialogue
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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Koulouri
Poem Published
23rd Aug 2021 1:33pm
23rd Aug 2021 1:33pm
The stories on my desk
Starring at my messy desk, covered in movies, Easter jelly beans, a bent up fork , medicines, a bowl from a about week ago, a can of unopened soup, a dusty mirror, my cats old collar, a wooden pose doll, 3 electric candles, an old camera, 2 cups full of pencils, an open unused mini sketch pad, a brick of glass with a cat photo attached, a broken glass heart, a library card, and a box I can’t open.
Why did I tell you all that?
Because no one else can.
Each item on my desk is there because it has a story.
After all, that’s why I have them.
The How to train your...
Why did I tell you all that?
Because no one else can.
Each item on my desk is there because it has a story.
After all, that’s why I have them.
The How to train your...
#home
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