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.
nomoth
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2020 4:25pm
3rd Apr 2020 4:25pm
the kites fly but I don't
the kites fly but I don't
#home
#music
#morality #NaPoWriMo2020
#morality #NaPoWriMo2020
747 reads
9 Comments
buddydog
Poem Published
21st Mar 2020 5:33pm
21st Mar 2020 5:33pm
Sunnyside
As the birds sing among the trees
A gentle southern breeze
Fills the air with the aroma of wisteria
My mind slips away
Way back beyond yesterday
Being consumed by daydreams
I dream about the ones that came before
And how their spirit lives here forever more
A legacy buried deep in red Georgia clay
No matter where I live or wherever I my roam
I will always call Sunnyside my home
A place of strength and hope with the spirit of the Cherokee Rose
A gentle southern breeze
Fills the air with the aroma of wisteria
My mind slips away
Way back beyond yesterday
Being consumed by daydreams
I dream about the ones that came before
And how their spirit lives here forever more
A legacy buried deep in red Georgia clay
No matter where I live or wherever I my roam
I will always call Sunnyside my home
A place of strength and hope with the spirit of the Cherokee Rose
#home
433 reads
1 Comment
Benzy_420
BTheW
BTheW
Poem Published
13th Mar 2020 4:02pm
13th Mar 2020 4:02pm
Call From Home
#home
#music
#drugs
#TruthOfLife
#travel
771 reads
2 Comments
nomoth
Poem Published
7th Mar 2020 1:19pm
7th Mar 2020 1:19pm
nicosia
nicosia
#home
#city
#travel
724 reads
4 Comments
Morganpoet
Poem Published
27th Feb 2020 7:38am
27th Feb 2020 7:38am
WHERE ANCESTORS ROAM
Generations have been born
far away,
families of children have lost
their way.
Proclaiming to be of the
new found land,
yet something is missing,
most don’t understand
how loss of culture
creeps behind time,
before you know it
all that’s left is
the rhyme, the song,
the art. The pining of
the heart to know its’
home, a longing to be
where ancestors roamed,
lived and died.
Morganpoet
far away,
families of children have lost
their way.
Proclaiming to be of the
new found land,
yet something is missing,
most don’t understand
how loss of culture
creeps behind time,
before you know it
all that’s left is
the rhyme, the song,
the art. The pining of
the heart to know its’
home, a longing to be
where ancestors roamed,
lived and died.
Morganpoet
#identity
#home
#culture
528 reads
2 Comments
eljustignoreyou
John Daliva
John Daliva
Poem Published
27th Feb 2020 7:31am
27th Feb 2020 7:31am
Rooftop conversations
Under the moonlit sky
the air punctuates the night.
On a tiny corner of the roof we set our stage.
The stars as our audience,
As dialogues pass through our lives
the deeper our soul dives.
Quarter of a million lives walking around us,
but aren't you just a sight for sore eyes.
Thousands of cars that drive by
I seem to float with you on the same sky.
With all these soaring planes up above,
It goes with how high someones reaches when in love.
Right here is what we own,
Our time we spent until the dawn.
Five storey...
the air punctuates the night.
On a tiny corner of the roof we set our stage.
The stars as our audience,
As dialogues pass through our lives
the deeper our soul dives.
Quarter of a million lives walking around us,
but aren't you just a sight for sore eyes.
Thousands of cars that drive by
I seem to float with you on the same sky.
With all these soaring planes up above,
It goes with how high someones reaches when in love.
Right here is what we own,
Our time we spent until the dawn.
Five storey...
#happiness
#love
#home #gratitude
#home #gratitude
367 reads
1 Comment
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
20th Feb 2020 3:09pm
20th Feb 2020 3:09pm
The Girl Who Lives Upstairs
The girl who lives upstairs has caught my attention.
She occupies the second floor of a three-storey building.
Though my heart beats fast when I pass her home,
I still walk on the avenue so I can see this teenage lulu.
A few days ago she went for a stroll down the road.
I ran into her on my way from a nearby bus stop.
She politely told me good evening and blushed.
I returned her greeting with a pleasant tone of voice.
I wanted to stop her and tell her romantic things,
But I couldn’t start such a conversation with her.
Shyness...
She occupies the second floor of a three-storey building.
Though my heart beats fast when I pass her home,
I still walk on the avenue so I can see this teenage lulu.
A few days ago she went for a stroll down the road.
I ran into her on my way from a nearby bus stop.
She politely told me good evening and blushed.
I returned her greeting with a pleasant tone of voice.
I wanted to stop her and tell her romantic things,
But I couldn’t start such a conversation with her.
Shyness...
#love
#admiration
#loneliness
#home
#reading
310 reads
0 Comments
Crazontheinside
Poem Published
19th Feb 2020 2:11am
19th Feb 2020 2:11am
A Truckers Life
I'm a trucker all day with long days ahead,
Working all through the night, while your asleep in your bed.
Before I can leave I inspect, check then go,
Everything seems good except my fluids seem low.
I hop in the cab, no time I can wait,
If deadlines are missed then there goes my freight and wage rate.
I stress about the road, my family and daily troubles,
While worried about my wife and all her daily struggles.
Few hours have gone, things couldn't be more wrong,
On these days I know my day will be a long one.
Should have known those fluids...
Working all through the night, while your asleep in your bed.
Before I can leave I inspect, check then go,
Everything seems good except my fluids seem low.
I hop in the cab, no time I can wait,
If deadlines are missed then there goes my freight and wage rate.
I stress about the road, my family and daily troubles,
While worried about my wife and all her daily struggles.
Few hours have gone, things couldn't be more wrong,
On these days I know my day will be a long one.
Should have known those fluids...
#love
#wife
#family
#home
#memories
702 reads
3 Comments
nikkimoe
Poem Published
18th Feb 2020 4:03pm
18th Feb 2020 4:03pm
Condos In The Neocortex
The head holds a world
I cannot explain,
seeing it, feeling it
but I cant make word of it,
kinda wish I could,
it's a helluva place.
I cannot explain,
seeing it, feeling it
but I cant make word of it,
kinda wish I could,
it's a helluva place.
#home
389 reads
6 Comments
JusTim_
Poem Published
14th Feb 2020 4:45am
14th Feb 2020 4:45am
Homes
You walk by, you stare
not perfection but you're drawn
to its unique flair
blue shingles caressing
the night time sky
intrigue enters the picture
and you start to see
inside the sheerness
the classic curtains
with a touch of grey
you get closer and feel
a fire burning within
warming up the wind
there is comfort in the air
and living without despair
still looking
you can't help but wonder
the workings laid about
the entry and the halls
the mirrors revealing to us all
...
not perfection but you're drawn
to its unique flair
blue shingles caressing
the night time sky
intrigue enters the picture
and you start to see
inside the sheerness
the classic curtains
with a touch of grey
you get closer and feel
a fire burning within
warming up the wind
there is comfort in the air
and living without despair
still looking
you can't help but wonder
the workings laid about
the entry and the halls
the mirrors revealing to us all
...
#home
585 reads
3 Comments
marina2020
Rain Woman
Rain Woman
Poem Published
24th Jan 2020 5:34pm
24th Jan 2020 5:34pm
Losing A Home
This is the story of my Grange.
If you don’t know what that is, here is a definition:
It’s a fraternal organization in the U.S. that consists of families coming together to promote economic and political well-being of the community and agriculture.
Or more simply:
We do things to help our community.
I have many fond memories of that place.
I met some of my first friends there.
I’ve done so many activities as a kid there.
I was a part of the Junior Grange.
I remember when my Grange still had that.
One of the biggest memories I have is going to...
If you don’t know what that is, here is a definition:
It’s a fraternal organization in the U.S. that consists of families coming together to promote economic and political well-being of the community and agriculture.
Or more simply:
We do things to help our community.
I have many fond memories of that place.
I met some of my first friends there.
I’ve done so many activities as a kid there.
I was a part of the Junior Grange.
I remember when my Grange still had that.
One of the biggest memories I have is going to...
#sadness
#home
#hurt
497 reads
7 Comments
Vferry
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vpf
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2020 5:01am
23rd Jan 2020 5:01am
Chorus Home
This old house
Sings a chorus
Humming floor below us
Rattling pipes
N’ clank’n pots and pans
Mama sings her well wishes
As daddy fiddles with the dishes
But mama she’s the leader of the band
There’s the trumpet sound of cries
As the kids drum up lies
For trouble they’ve gotten in
N’ the dog’s wagging tail
Keeps time with the yells
As grandpa tunes up the mandolin
Home sweet home
Built on the sounds of love
From kisses to brotherly shoves
Home sweet home
Where laughter
Follows tears ...
Sings a chorus
Humming floor below us
Rattling pipes
N’ clank’n pots and pans
Mama sings her well wishes
As daddy fiddles with the dishes
But mama she’s the leader of the band
There’s the trumpet sound of cries
As the kids drum up lies
For trouble they’ve gotten in
N’ the dog’s wagging tail
Keeps time with the yells
As grandpa tunes up the mandolin
Home sweet home
Built on the sounds of love
From kisses to brotherly shoves
Home sweet home
Where laughter
Follows tears ...
#love
#family
#home #memories
#home #memories
393 reads
1 Comment
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