Long Poems About Home
#home
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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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Tinker
In ginger hue, stomach pressed above the train tracks, dangling over a bridge as a thunder cloud, I saw you galloping along the line, steaming all over, a beauty. I thought of who designed you, what time you had left and when you'd arrive, whether the driver had always wanted to be one and whether they'd worked two or three years or most of their lives. I walked home whistling, post watching you glide away, left a pot of tea to brew in an Earl Grey coloured sitting room and waited for the guest to arrive.
Dusk plodded in before a knock at the door, spring sheet rain lingering on ear, a...
Dusk plodded in before a knock at the door, spring sheet rain lingering on ear, a...
#grief
#home
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[ CC ] Cricket Song
Is this really necessary?
I am constantly asking
There are no critics with answers
cryptic or straighforward
only crickets chirping
---they are just as unhelpful
Sun settles to earth
long after my cement crusted
little, red wheelbarrow
with a recently flattened tire
came to an abrupt halt;
a contraption quite useless
in its downtime on a good day
except for collection of rain
and shade offering to chickens
---lack of multifunctionality ...
I am constantly asking
There are no critics with answers
cryptic or straighforward
only crickets chirping
---they are just as unhelpful
Sun settles to earth
long after my cement crusted
little, red wheelbarrow
with a recently flattened tire
came to an abrupt halt;
a contraption quite useless
in its downtime on a good day
except for collection of rain
and shade offering to chickens
---lack of multifunctionality ...
#home
#spiritual
#music
#MargaretAtwood
#MaryOliver
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A Home For Loveless, Yet Optimystique, Cosmopolitinarians
apostrophic
(lightweight)
telegraphy
semaphore
sent a mess
age to Who-Knows-Where-City. A municipality on the
northeastern wedge'like spit of land known as
Psortic Gostphallia.
to have come so far for so very little,
is one of the great shames of this
dramatic civility
that's been shoved, pushed,...
(lightweight)
telegraphy
semaphore
sent a mess
age to Who-Knows-Where-City. A municipality on the
northeastern wedge'like spit of land known as
Psortic Gostphallia.
to have come so far for so very little,
is one of the great shames of this
dramatic civility
that's been shoved, pushed,...
#heartbroken
#home
#city
#sea
#FeelingLost
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She Reminds Me
She most dedinitely reminds me of home
familiar in nature and urban culture
a cascading smile large like the sunrise
golden rays gleaming on pavements,
trees, and across entire city blocks
She reminds me of long summertime walks
early saturdays treks from eastern parkway
down utica avenue towards kings plaza
ignoring all the commotion and dramatic
events unfolding in cinematic points of view
She reminds me of Brooklyn brownstones
beautiful, elegant, grandois chocolate facades ...
familiar in nature and urban culture
a cascading smile large like the sunrise
golden rays gleaming on pavements,
trees, and across entire city blocks
She reminds me of long summertime walks
early saturdays treks from eastern parkway
down utica avenue towards kings plaza
ignoring all the commotion and dramatic
events unfolding in cinematic points of view
She reminds me of Brooklyn brownstones
beautiful, elegant, grandois chocolate facades ...
#girlfriend
#home
#lover
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