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.
Razzerleaf
Poem Published
5th Nov 2019 1:04pm
5th Nov 2019 1:04pm
In the Willows
I can still run
I know what's around each corner,
no need for hesitation,
but if I stay too long
I might never go back.
Granddad couldn't remember
how to go from hospital to house,
such vulnerability,
place names he lost
to scrabble, turned over blanks,
always starting a new game.
His Captains map
washed away in a blood clot.
So, I keep my hood up
never make eye contact,
long term memory
more precious than short.
I have my map
it's crumpled,
stained with an old tea bag
for...
I know what's around each corner,
no need for hesitation,
but if I stay too long
I might never go back.
Granddad couldn't remember
how to go from hospital to house,
such vulnerability,
place names he lost
to scrabble, turned over blanks,
always starting a new game.
His Captains map
washed away in a blood clot.
So, I keep my hood up
never make eye contact,
long term memory
more precious than short.
I have my map
it's crumpled,
stained with an old tea bag
for...
#home
#FeelingLost
497 reads
4 Comments
DarcAnGeL
Araweelo
Araweelo
Poem Published
27th Oct 2019 10:36pm
27th Oct 2019 10:36pm
Odyssey of a Nomadess
And where is home for you?" You said
"Home? 10 miles from here"
"No, I mean where are you from? Your folks from?"
I swear I've been through this dejavu,
my skin tones too vague for a continent.
my headscarf, not a turban, signals a turbid GPS.
you throw random cities into the air
like arrows, aimed to slice my heritage.
instead, each one just leaves a temporary mark
that heals in time for my next reluctant life trek.
no sense of belonging,
my mouth, empty of words, ...
"Home? 10 miles from here"
"No, I mean where are you from? Your folks from?"
I swear I've been through this dejavu,
my skin tones too vague for a continent.
my headscarf, not a turban, signals a turbid GPS.
you throw random cities into the air
like arrows, aimed to slice my heritage.
instead, each one just leaves a temporary mark
that heals in time for my next reluctant life trek.
no sense of belonging,
my mouth, empty of words, ...
#relationships
#home
#travel #identity
#travel #identity
555 reads
4 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
20th Oct 2019 8:47pm
20th Oct 2019 8:47pm
Country Life
Childhood
A village green, smooth like a bowling green, surrounded by thatched roof cottages
The feel of the wind on their cheeks as brother and sister run across the green to the tiny shop for their weekly sweets
Lemonade and ice buns by the garden swing while the family dog presses a moist nose against the sister’s knee, watching with cloudy eyes, whimpering for a piece of bun
Deep rural stillness
Twigs strewn along a path near the riverbank
The scent of pine and mud
A village green, smooth like a bowling green, surrounded by thatched roof cottages
The feel of the wind on their cheeks as brother and sister run across the green to the tiny shop for their weekly sweets
Lemonade and ice buns by the garden swing while the family dog presses a moist nose against the sister’s knee, watching with cloudy eyes, whimpering for a piece of bun
Deep rural stillness
Twigs strewn along a path near the riverbank
The scent of pine and mud
#home
#nature
#nostalgia
427 reads
6 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
18th Oct 2019 9:32am
18th Oct 2019 9:32am
The Secrets of Orford.
Rushes - it's the sound when cool wind whips through them
and my body, compiled of earth and spit and dust responds
by soaring,
setting sail above sunken ships
in silt and flat and flow.
Warblers peel grass from vine
by rivers filled with weeds.
The manmade hills protect the castle,
one of stone that exposes my spirit to yearning,
a longing longer than I have the will to stretch my arms,
it calms, sat upon a mound of my choosing.
I can think of worse places to flee, to walk
these fields as shoes brim over with mud, ...
and my body, compiled of earth and spit and dust responds
by soaring,
setting sail above sunken ships
in silt and flat and flow.
Warblers peel grass from vine
by rivers filled with weeds.
The manmade hills protect the castle,
one of stone that exposes my spirit to yearning,
a longing longer than I have the will to stretch my arms,
it calms, sat upon a mound of my choosing.
I can think of worse places to flee, to walk
these fields as shoes brim over with mud, ...
#home
#nature
#food
456 reads
5 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
9th Oct 2019 5:28am
9th Oct 2019 5:28am
Autumn Voices - A Dream
Autumn Voices - A Dream
Old house with doors to the past
Where the collective dream
Forms a group living for offbeat humanity
Our personas find asylum
Amongst faded wallpaper rooms
And my priestess of emotional healing
Sits upstairs after a days supervision
So I enter her space in need of nostalgia
After gathering my own rosebuds
“My depression is slowing me down.
Like molasses on a cold winter day.
I’ve been neglecting my chores.”
She unlocks an attic door
Into a roofed in reality
Where photo...
Old house with doors to the past
Where the collective dream
Forms a group living for offbeat humanity
Our personas find asylum
Amongst faded wallpaper rooms
And my priestess of emotional healing
Sits upstairs after a days supervision
So I enter her space in need of nostalgia
After gathering my own rosebuds
“My depression is slowing me down.
Like molasses on a cold winter day.
I’ve been neglecting my chores.”
She unlocks an attic door
Into a roofed in reality
Where photo...
#family
#friendship
#bipolar
#home
#MentalHealth
489 reads
6 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
8th Oct 2019 3:27pm
8th Oct 2019 3:27pm
in Walderingfield
A boat is pulled from her water
white, flaked,
blue, splintered -
men seeking to store,
prevent rot in the base of her.
I watch, throw a rolled stone into glass-flat,
stare down the curved eel Moon still combatting the Sun
- a warmer dawn
than the dawn before.
A little Egret sails
above boats, below
irregular clouds.
The linking sounds of lapping overtake all else as we wander
further from people,
stones collected, thrown,
wet seeping into clean on socks.
I...
white, flaked,
blue, splintered -
men seeking to store,
prevent rot in the base of her.
I watch, throw a rolled stone into glass-flat,
stare down the curved eel Moon still combatting the Sun
- a warmer dawn
than the dawn before.
A little Egret sails
above boats, below
irregular clouds.
The linking sounds of lapping overtake all else as we wander
further from people,
stones collected, thrown,
wet seeping into clean on socks.
I...
#love
#home
#sea #nature
#sea #nature
413 reads
10 Comments
DCLXVI_1989
Poem Published
7th Oct 2019 3:44am
7th Oct 2019 3:44am
Stitched Fields
Sunrays on waving reeds
Spade diverting water from it's path
Any way it finds is it's path after all
Glistening and hasty
Making it's way to which it's guided
Shallow moats of literal square acreage
Busy little bees
Canvassing
Sewing seeds like buttons
Not long before the sprouts
Leave their shells to stretch their limbs
That they begin to casts shadows
Shadows turn to shade
A toad sitting watch
Seen by nothing
Just as planned
Ground of once barren earth
Growing...
Spade diverting water from it's path
Any way it finds is it's path after all
Glistening and hasty
Making it's way to which it's guided
Shallow moats of literal square acreage
Busy little bees
Canvassing
Sewing seeds like buttons
Not long before the sprouts
Leave their shells to stretch their limbs
That they begin to casts shadows
Shadows turn to shade
A toad sitting watch
Seen by nothing
Just as planned
Ground of once barren earth
Growing...
#home
#countryside
#nature
586 reads
4 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
6th Oct 2019 8:45pm
6th Oct 2019 8:45pm
Suffolk
On home turf
or so the Earth should feel under heel
but doesn't,
it shudders, as if cracking under the pressure
of my being, judders
with the weight of a history tangled
as if roots bound and sodden in a pot, weakening the stock,
on home turf, as if watching recorded reruns on VHS by candlelight, in a house left empty too long, as if the roof is sinking,
as if the ocean isn't there
because it isn't,
all mud flat and pine beneath the soles,
slate scarcely seen,
bacon bait on lines for crabs, cows in the fields, boats in...
or so the Earth should feel under heel
but doesn't,
it shudders, as if cracking under the pressure
of my being, judders
with the weight of a history tangled
as if roots bound and sodden in a pot, weakening the stock,
on home turf, as if watching recorded reruns on VHS by candlelight, in a house left empty too long, as if the roof is sinking,
as if the ocean isn't there
because it isn't,
all mud flat and pine beneath the soles,
slate scarcely seen,
bacon bait on lines for crabs, cows in the fields, boats in...
#childhood
#home
#escape
402 reads
1 Comment
Razzerleaf
Poem Published
3rd Oct 2019 5:05pm
3rd Oct 2019 5:05pm
Golden Pockets
Standing alone in my old house, residents carried away by cancer, yet still their presence remains in each coat of paint and flowerbed, all now partly concealed by my much needed indifference. The home is bare, stripped back to its shell, except for the ghosts of old furniture that appear, just for a second, as I enter each room.
I’m supposed to feel sad, it's just me and my brother now. We’ll split the money and never speak again but that doesn’t bring sadness. I stare out over aged gardens and contemplate my loss. Many times I have wept with my own forced memories, the...
I’m supposed to feel sad, it's just me and my brother now. We’ll split the money and never speak again but that doesn’t bring sadness. I stare out over aged gardens and contemplate my loss. Many times I have wept with my own forced memories, the...
#grief
#family
#home #memories
#home #memories
782 reads
5 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
27th Sep 2019 5:28am
27th Sep 2019 5:28am
Hang Hat Wit Heart, ( esp. At Home)
Home away from home away from home away from home
away from home from home home away from from home /
Home away from home away from home away from home
away from home from home home away from from home /
home is where the heart is the heart is where home is heart
home is where the heart is
home is where the heart is
home is where the heart is
Home is where you hang your hat/home is where the heart is/
Home is where you hang your hat / hat hang hat home
Home is where you hang...
away from home from home home away from from home /
Home away from home away from home away from home
away from home from home home away from from home /
home is where the heart is the heart is where home is heart
home is where the heart is
home is where the heart is
home is where the heart is
Home is where you hang your hat/home is where the heart is/
Home is where you hang your hat / hat hang hat home
Home is where you hang...
#happiness
#kindness
#secrets
#home
#homelessness
469 reads
5 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
24th Sep 2019 12:24pm
24th Sep 2019 12:24pm
Struck For Luck ( O! DaDaDumbf**k )
Home, home, where be the home for
the heartless
heartbroke........
Abuses and blessings abound all'round
keeping place for the usual,
the fearless,
the comic,
the night train,
the hell encased in yOur heaven,
the green suede shoes,
(or maybe them's really red ),
the slot machines, the ice bucket,
...
the heartless
heartbroke........
Abuses and blessings abound all'round
keeping place for the usual,
the fearless,
the comic,
the night train,
the hell encased in yOur heaven,
the green suede shoes,
(or maybe them's really red ),
the slot machines, the ice bucket,
...
#home
#school
#alcohol
#drugs
#food
467 reads
8 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
23rd Sep 2019 6:53pm
23rd Sep 2019 6:53pm
Soft
Smoke rises, dragging across a stark sky, and it smells of you last October, or the October before that. A smile curls up, lopsided, and a bitter half-chuckle tumbles out, drowned in sheet rain. It's weird how life circles, as if water down a drain, isn't it?
Lumps on the throat, that's what the lady said, all heart and concern, not realising I'd sink that in my bones and let it fester, not realising I'd write email upon email to my daughter - just in case. I'm nothing if not fatalistic, always have been. It keeps the blood pumping around. I, a careless puppeteer, stand watching the...
Lumps on the throat, that's what the lady said, all heart and concern, not realising I'd sink that in my bones and let it fester, not realising I'd write email upon email to my daughter - just in case. I'm nothing if not fatalistic, always have been. It keeps the blood pumping around. I, a careless puppeteer, stand watching the...
#family
#home
#memories
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