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.
child
Poem Published
9th Nov 2018 5:08am
9th Nov 2018 5:08am
Paper and Stone
I want a home
Not of paper, but stone.
Could you possibly know what I mean?
Your eyebrows scrunch over linoleum irises
And my collar reaches round to strangle me
I huff and I puff
And these bloodless paper walls
Begin to shiver.
Claws pounding asphalt
And I am far,
Already too far.
My hurricane is just a breeze
Pushing paper sails down paper seas.
I wonder if my house will have windows
Or doors
With heavy locks.
I wonder if the locks
Are already waiting for me,
Or if I’ll...
Not of paper, but stone.
Could you possibly know what I mean?
Your eyebrows scrunch over linoleum irises
And my collar reaches round to strangle me
I huff and I puff
And these bloodless paper walls
Begin to shiver.
Claws pounding asphalt
And I am far,
Already too far.
My hurricane is just a breeze
Pushing paper sails down paper seas.
I wonder if my house will have windows
Or doors
With heavy locks.
I wonder if the locks
Are already waiting for me,
Or if I’ll...
#parent
#breakup
#home
#money
#metaphor
385 reads
3 Comments
MartenHoyle
Poem Published
5th Nov 2018 6:46pm
5th Nov 2018 6:46pm
Four Weeks in November
Help me. I’m dead.”
Where now lies my soul?
Along the rain on this shore?
In the frost upon a white flower?
I belonged to a dead place
Where only I was born.
My friend is ashes.
He shall dream no more,
Where twilight never sleeps
And the people all are glass.
Kiss my tears; I have only leaves
Four weeks in November;
Four weeks to love you forever.
I want to close my eyes
I’m afraid to paint my world
After the November rain.
When is the next bride?
Who rests in the grave next to mine? ...
Where now lies my soul?
Along the rain on this shore?
In the frost upon a white flower?
I belonged to a dead place
Where only I was born.
My friend is ashes.
He shall dream no more,
Where twilight never sleeps
And the people all are glass.
Kiss my tears; I have only leaves
Four weeks in November;
Four weeks to love you forever.
I want to close my eyes
I’m afraid to paint my world
After the November rain.
When is the next bride?
Who rests in the grave next to mine? ...
#home
390 reads
0 Comments
SatInUGal
Kumar
Kumar
Poem Published
25th Oct 2018 4:48am
25th Oct 2018 4:48am
MY HOME IN ANOTHER TIME ZONE
#dreams
#home
#lover
#magic
#LongDistanceRelationship
743 reads
10 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
19th Oct 2018 9:38am
19th Oct 2018 9:38am
the vanishing key
The vanishing key
First, he made a frame
Then he made the door
He painted it blue,
Put it on top of the knoll
One day he walked through
And locked it.
When he returned
He couldn't find the key
Hence he never got home.
First, he made a frame
Then he made the door
He painted it blue,
Put it on top of the knoll
One day he walked through
And locked it.
When he returned
He couldn't find the key
Hence he never got home.
#home
#city
#earth
#utopia
#beach
477 reads
1 Comment
SatInUGal
Kumar
Kumar
Poem Published
19th Oct 2018 2:17am
19th Oct 2018 2:17am
GEOGRAPHY
I am nothing
In nothing
On nothing
I am love
In your hands
On the earth
In nothing
On nothing
I am love
In your hands
On the earth
#love
#identity
#home #earth
#home #earth
509 reads
2 Comments
george4man2box
Poem Published
16th Oct 2018 7:39pm
16th Oct 2018 7:39pm
October 16th, 2018, A Day At The Market With The Missus
Oft times zee spouse
lingers at select
supermarkets (Landis, Redners,
and/or Wegmans) without me
(figuratively) taking
all the time in the world
allowing this mister to reflect
alone (imaging tubby
a Norwegian bachelor farmer)
toying with this, that, or the
other writing project
sitting facing this
Macbook Pro laptop
within this one
bedroom apartment
comprising a quite
satisfactory unit, sans
Highland Manor Apartments
in the heart ...
lingers at select
supermarkets (Landis, Redners,
and/or Wegmans) without me
(figuratively) taking
all the time in the world
allowing this mister to reflect
alone (imaging tubby
a Norwegian bachelor farmer)
toying with this, that, or the
other writing project
sitting facing this
Macbook Pro laptop
within this one
bedroom apartment
comprising a quite
satisfactory unit, sans
Highland Manor Apartments
in the heart ...
#home
#wind
#coffee
#food
#responsibility
381 reads
0 Comments
johnno83
Mr Johnno
Mr Johnno
Poem Published
15th Oct 2018 1:24pm
15th Oct 2018 1:24pm
Today I'm feeling fine...
I woke up this morning, coffee and gym
Some post to collect and a dinner to sort
I left for work feeling fresh as a daisy
Happy with the effort put in and not being lazy
Fast forward a few hours and I'm getting excited
The thought of going home now it's on the horizon
It'll soon be all over and I'll be in my favourite place
I'll give a kiss to my missus and I'll have food in my face!
Some post to collect and a dinner to sort
I left for work feeling fresh as a daisy
Happy with the effort put in and not being lazy
Fast forward a few hours and I'm getting excited
The thought of going home now it's on the horizon
It'll soon be all over and I'll be in my favourite place
I'll give a kiss to my missus and I'll have food in my face!
#home
418 reads
3 Comments
johnno83
Mr Johnno
Mr Johnno
Poem Published
12th Oct 2018 1:00pm
12th Oct 2018 1:00pm
Howay the lads!
Born in Newcastle
In sight of the Tyne
A kid growing up
Black and White in his mind
From the steps of St James'
To the old Tyne Bridge
To stottie and pease pudding in a knackered old fridge
We here on Tyneside will always be proud
A Geordie roar that's ever so loud
A Geordie at heart, I'll forever be
Howay the lads, this ones on me!
In sight of the Tyne
A kid growing up
Black and White in his mind
From the steps of St James'
To the old Tyne Bridge
To stottie and pease pudding in a knackered old fridge
We here on Tyneside will always be proud
A Geordie roar that's ever so loud
A Geordie at heart, I'll forever be
Howay the lads, this ones on me!
#home
415 reads
2 Comments
Duende
Bumped 11th Oct 2018 12:16pm
13th Nov 2016 6:38pm
13th Nov 2016 6:38pm
Homesick
i don’t feel anything
anymore i feel
too much
touch
it’s been too long
this heart is
cold
hold
this weary body
teach me to
feel
reveal
the beauty in me
don’t leave
please
ease
these secret scars
unfreeze my
flesh
caress
my godforsaken skin
shelter my soul
and see
(me)
read what’s beneath
the fragile stories
forbidden
hidden
deep inside my soul ...
anymore i feel
too much
touch
it’s been too long
this heart is
cold
hold
this weary body
teach me to
feel
reveal
the beauty in me
don’t leave
please
ease
these secret scars
unfreeze my
flesh
caress
my godforsaken skin
shelter my soul
and see
(me)
read what’s beneath
the fragile stories
forbidden
hidden
deep inside my soul ...
#home
#nostalgia
2032 reads
45 Comments
george4man2box
Poem Published
16th Sep 2018 5:40am
16th Sep 2018 5:40am
Praise To Thy Lenovo Computer Screen
A query one respondent
sent didst seem
tummy tubby sincere, possibly
channeled by cyber sea men,
via bayou A true Britt, aye esteem,
sans abba ra ca dab invoked
by the spirit Jim Beam
unwittingly unleashed theme
for this reason
one humble rhyme
stir, Me doth write,
boot promise NOT TO SCREAM
for convenient idea
to expound ream
(room) minute eight ting,
about mine previous poem
"Sleep Inducing Powers...
Computer Screen"
smote an idea,
I...
sent didst seem
tummy tubby sincere, possibly
channeled by cyber sea men,
via bayou A true Britt, aye esteem,
sans abba ra ca dab invoked
by the spirit Jim Beam
unwittingly unleashed theme
for this reason
one humble rhyme
stir, Me doth write,
boot promise NOT TO SCREAM
for convenient idea
to expound ream
(room) minute eight ting,
about mine previous poem
"Sleep Inducing Powers...
Computer Screen"
smote an idea,
I...
#technology
#home
#America
#utopia
#philosophical
384 reads
0 Comments
David_Macleod
14397816
14397816
Poem Published
8th Sep 2018 11:38am
8th Sep 2018 11:38am
People in Houses
People in rubber houses should never jump and land
People in paper houses should not use their cooker
People in straw houses should not invite the wolf
People in glass houses should walk around naked
People in mud houses should never use the shower
People in latex houses are able to stretch
People who live in wooden houses make bad actors
People that live in cat houses smell of litter
People who live in dog houses are guilty of something
People who live in whore houses spread like butter
People in safe houses must remember the combination ...
People in paper houses should not use their cooker
People in straw houses should not invite the wolf
People in glass houses should walk around naked
People in mud houses should never use the shower
People in latex houses are able to stretch
People who live in wooden houses make bad actors
People that live in cat houses smell of litter
People who live in dog houses are guilty of something
People who live in whore houses spread like butter
People in safe houses must remember the combination ...
#home
#funny
#homelessness
479 reads
9 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
4th Sep 2018 1:54pm
4th Sep 2018 1:54pm
The Focus
#women
#home
#MentalHealth #travel
#MentalHealth #travel
459 reads
1 Comment
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