Poems about Home
#home
Poems about home and the meaning of feeling at home. Poetry about the happiness and comfort of a loving home life, and the people and family who fill a home with love. Also poems about feeling at home in a specific lifestyle or place in the world. Here you'll also find poetry about people struggling to find a place in society and experiencing the difficulties of coming from a broken home.
rubyredheart
Poem Published
18th Jun 2022 5:00pm
18th Jun 2022 5:00pm
Domestic Heart
It’s time to renovate my heart
Help it to become a cozy home
Where your love can come to rest
I’ll paint it with the warmest softest hues
Velvet to the touch
Eternal depth of color
Into which the eyes can sink the soul
It’s heated floors I’ll cover with a bed so plush
It’s cushions draw you in
And tuck their nest around your love
A perfect fit for sleep
I’ll add some windows
So the fresh clean air and natural rays of sunshine
Drift lazily into our space of peace and passion
Puffy summer clouds will be the ceiling
So...
Help it to become a cozy home
Where your love can come to rest
I’ll paint it with the warmest softest hues
Velvet to the touch
Eternal depth of color
Into which the eyes can sink the soul
It’s heated floors I’ll cover with a bed so plush
It’s cushions draw you in
And tuck their nest around your love
A perfect fit for sleep
I’ll add some windows
So the fresh clean air and natural rays of sunshine
Drift lazily into our space of peace and passion
Puffy summer clouds will be the ceiling
So...
#love
#home
#peace
218 reads
Aquaheal
Poem Published
31st May 2022 8:11pm
31st May 2022 8:11pm
This place
How shall I, describe this place;
this jail of boring dull embrace,
with green facade, while flowers bloom,
between two streets of dirty fume?
The stench here slowly goes away,
as some will talk, and some will pray.
Some are kind and some are mean,
and some are very heard and seen.
A place of good and bad it seems,
a bed of dirty stranger dreams,
as color caught within the grey,
permeates most every day.
Sometimes, the sound, of music plays,
with songs of old and Christian praise.
Here deprivation has its...
this jail of boring dull embrace,
with green facade, while flowers bloom,
between two streets of dirty fume?
The stench here slowly goes away,
as some will talk, and some will pray.
Some are kind and some are mean,
and some are very heard and seen.
A place of good and bad it seems,
a bed of dirty stranger dreams,
as color caught within the grey,
permeates most every day.
Sometimes, the sound, of music plays,
with songs of old and Christian praise.
Here deprivation has its...
#beauty
#home
#heaven
#hell
#dirty
273 reads
1 Comment
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
314 reads
3 Comments
MarcosLucas
Poem Published
23rd May 2022 1:31pm
23rd May 2022 1:31pm
Build a Home
I wish not the fleeting’ desires’ of passion’ and lust
I wish not the ride of coasters of emotions
For it leaves a painful trail and our hearts it rusts
And kills hope and love with its violent forces’
I have built a house of wood, mortar’ and bricks
But a house is a building with many rooms and walls
With green lands and deep valleys surrounding about it
Lifeless on its own and empty within’ its halls
But I wish to build a home,
I wish to build home for two
I wish to build a home for two
and the kids ...
I wish not the ride of coasters of emotions
For it leaves a painful trail and our hearts it rusts
And kills hope and love with its violent forces’
I have built a house of wood, mortar’ and bricks
But a house is a building with many rooms and walls
With green lands and deep valleys surrounding about it
Lifeless on its own and empty within’ its halls
But I wish to build a home,
I wish to build home for two
I wish to build a home for two
and the kids ...
#love
#family
#home
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0 Comments
Simon_III_Msibi
Mandla Msibi
Mandla Msibi
Poem Published
14th May 2022 8:55pm
14th May 2022 8:55pm
Cement
This isn't my home
Though I've lived here for years
This isn't my home
Though the memories are warm
This isn't my home
Though we have peace
This isn't my home
We just stay here
Yet deep down
Anytime we could be thrown out
A roof over your head
Is a blessing
I hope you know that
Because that's the one thing
I've never had
Protection from the rain
Is only rented from month to month
Yet deep down you know
You hold no power
Deep down you know
That you're walking on eggshells ...
Though I've lived here for years
This isn't my home
Though the memories are warm
This isn't my home
Though we have peace
This isn't my home
We just stay here
Yet deep down
Anytime we could be thrown out
A roof over your head
Is a blessing
I hope you know that
Because that's the one thing
I've never had
Protection from the rain
Is only rented from month to month
Yet deep down you know
You hold no power
Deep down you know
That you're walking on eggshells ...
#home
#homelessness
505 reads
2 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
3rd May 2022 9:47pm
3rd May 2022 9:47pm
Update: Home
My new home
#home
#peace
404 reads
6 Comments
Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
22nd Apr 2022 9:43pm
22nd Apr 2022 9:43pm
Parenting Monopoly
Oh, bother.
I forgot to write a poem today.
I was busy rushing around my house -
up and down the stairs,
in and out of rooms -
on a seemingly endless cycle
of repetitive chores.
Days like this feel just like
an unproductive game of Monopoly.
Instead of properties to collect,
there were socks to match,
towels to fold
and uniforms to find.
Being pay day,
I could finally settle some accounts,
pay some bills,
and buy some essentials.
However, there is going to be...
I forgot to write a poem today.
I was busy rushing around my house -
up and down the stairs,
in and out of rooms -
on a seemingly endless cycle
of repetitive chores.
Days like this feel just like
an unproductive game of Monopoly.
Instead of properties to collect,
there were socks to match,
towels to fold
and uniforms to find.
Being pay day,
I could finally settle some accounts,
pay some bills,
and buy some essentials.
However, there is going to be...
#teens
#motherhood
#home
#funny
#NaPoWriMo2022
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0 Comments
rowantree
Poem Published
19th Apr 2022 3:25am
19th Apr 2022 3:25am
polyjoys #2: Group Meeting
Group meeting,
she said -
Hell yes, let’s talk -
For half a moment my sore stomach dropped -
Until she started to complain.
Why the hell are the pots
a foot above her head?
WHO DID THIS.
Who took all the sense
out of the placement of the dishes??
I said,
Don’t look at me, dude,
I’m two inches taller than you.
Look at our six-foot-something boyfriend for your answers…
And by the way, those dishes? -
I just do ‘em, bitches,
and I don’t live here (yet)
so you get what you...
she said -
Hell yes, let’s talk -
For half a moment my sore stomach dropped -
Until she started to complain.
Why the hell are the pots
a foot above her head?
WHO DID THIS.
Who took all the sense
out of the placement of the dishes??
I said,
Don’t look at me, dude,
I’m two inches taller than you.
Look at our six-foot-something boyfriend for your answers…
And by the way, those dishes? -
I just do ‘em, bitches,
and I don’t live here (yet)
so you get what you...
#love
#home
#polyamory
604 reads
0 Comments
nikkimoe
Poem Published
14th Apr 2022 4:15pm
14th Apr 2022 4:15pm
Four Walls
Watching a random woman
with raised arms
scream crazily at a
concert made me realize
that I have never been that
excited about anything.
Anxiety and I left the venue
and went home.
Where we belong.
with raised arms
scream crazily at a
concert made me realize
that I have never been that
excited about anything.
Anxiety and I left the venue
and went home.
Where we belong.
#anxiety
#home
#unicorns
341 reads
4 Comments
Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
11th Apr 2022 4:43pm
11th Apr 2022 4:43pm
Finding Our Homes
I held him, and would not let him go
until I brought him to my mother’s house,
and into the chamber of her who conceived me.
-Song of Solomon
After sending this message, I fell into a wonderful lustful trance.
I touched myself and imagined my professor in our home for a
meal and a visit with my mother before following me to my room.
Mother would remain downstairs,
softly approving her vision of our lovemaking
as her fingers touch their own warm home.
until I brought him to my mother’s house,
and into the chamber of her who conceived me.
-Song of Solomon
After sending this message, I fell into a wonderful lustful trance.
I touched myself and imagined my professor in our home for a
meal and a visit with my mother before following me to my room.
Mother would remain downstairs,
softly approving her vision of our lovemaking
as her fingers touch their own warm home.
#love
#lust
#sex #home
#sex #home
541 reads
3 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
7th Apr 2022 11:34am
7th Apr 2022 11:34am
My Flat (x2 Senryu Acrostic)
Mess, like blank paper
Youth lost words sculptured
Fornicating verse
Language on carpet
Acrostic mayhem poem
Trickling senryu floats
by Jemia
Youth lost words sculptured
Fornicating verse
Language on carpet
Acrostic mayhem poem
Trickling senryu floats
by Jemia
#home
#senryu
334 reads
0 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
4th Apr 2022 2:07pm
4th Apr 2022 2:07pm
Extracted
I was phoned today
And told
That my application
For an extractor fan
Was to be put on hold
The caller was very apologetic
I reassured him
That i realised
That it would of been
An unlikely thing
As i was three floors up
Where even bees did not sting
And that much scaffolding
Would of been needed
A cost to much
To be conceded
He sounded pleased
And surprised
At my positive response
And that my understanding of the reality
Was there to Ensconce
I also said
Not to worry
Ive never...
And told
That my application
For an extractor fan
Was to be put on hold
The caller was very apologetic
I reassured him
That i realised
That it would of been
An unlikely thing
As i was three floors up
Where even bees did not sting
And that much scaffolding
Would of been needed
A cost to much
To be conceded
He sounded pleased
And surprised
At my positive response
And that my understanding of the reality
Was there to Ensconce
I also said
Not to worry
Ive never...
#home
#funny
#disappointment
345 reads
1 Comment
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