Poems About Home by Top Critiquers
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
5th Feb 2025 11:35am
5th Feb 2025 11:35am
Nuclear Family
Have you tested your nuclear family today?
You may need to
There's been a nation wide falling out amongst this group
I wouldn't get to close
You may catch what they already have
Once contaminated,
Like so many American families
You'll never leave your home again
You may need to
There's been a nation wide falling out amongst this group
I wouldn't get to close
You may catch what they already have
Once contaminated,
Like so many American families
You'll never leave your home again
#environment
#family
#FeelingTrapped #home
#FeelingTrapped #home
54 reads
8 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
15th Jan 2023 00:40am
15th Jan 2023 00:40am
Raphium Series~Chaos
I'm hurting and I'm lost on the Sea of Forgetfulness
Chaos is reigning and I feel at odds with everything
inside my sacredness my spirit child is waiting for me to anchor us
I look to Pleiades to guide my way home
this isn't my original stasis
I wish to shift forms
I am deeply saddened by the war
people are slipping sideways under the weight,
the wait of it all
I sing to the hopeful
quietly, I give comfort
it hurts this world
my anger boils and I want to defend the weak
I didn't know the Earth was so...
Chaos is reigning and I feel at odds with everything
inside my sacredness my spirit child is waiting for me to anchor us
I look to Pleiades to guide my way home
this isn't my original stasis
I wish to shift forms
I am deeply saddened by the war
people are slipping sideways under the weight,
the wait of it all
I sing to the hopeful
quietly, I give comfort
it hurts this world
my anger boils and I want to defend the weak
I didn't know the Earth was so...
#sadness
#dark
#home #stars
#home #stars
275 reads
5 Comments
Solomon_Song
Poem Published
13th Nov 2019 6:45am
13th Nov 2019 6:45am
LEFT BY OUR LOVE
I'm stripping our bed,
just-showered, naked,
while you make your way
into working day.
Blanket I pull off,
then top sheet I doff,
sweep both to the floor
like a matador.
Undersheet's ruffled,
where bodies tussled.
I stop to reflect,
memory's effect.
On sheet, white as dove,
stain, left by our love,
remains in the day
to be washed away.
I smile with a glow,
that our overflow
has left evidence
to sight and smell sense.
...
just-showered, naked,
while you make your way
into working day.
Blanket I pull off,
then top sheet I doff,
sweep both to the floor
like a matador.
Undersheet's ruffled,
where bodies tussled.
I stop to reflect,
memory's effect.
On sheet, white as dove,
stain, left by our love,
remains in the day
to be washed away.
I smile with a glow,
that our overflow
has left evidence
to sight and smell sense.
...
#erotic
#home
#rhyming
#memories
#sensual
650 reads
2 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
19th Jun 2022 1:40am
19th Jun 2022 1:40am
The S.S. Steward Ship
It's every man for himself, they say,
On our sinking ship of state
And god help those who get in the way
Of America's free enterprise trait...
Always sharpening its dozer blade
To plough and pave more dreamy streets
Where industry and ownership trade
Mother nature for new motorcar fleets
Parked on a patch we pretend to own,
As aristocrats on sovereign earth,
But where indebtedness is what gets grown
When only mortgages are giving birth,
Which poorly treats god given soil
Almost as bad as fracking oil.
On our sinking ship of state
And god help those who get in the way
Of America's free enterprise trait...
Always sharpening its dozer blade
To plough and pave more dreamy streets
Where industry and ownership trade
Mother nature for new motorcar fleets
Parked on a patch we pretend to own,
As aristocrats on sovereign earth,
But where indebtedness is what gets grown
When only mortgages are giving birth,
Which poorly treats god given soil
Almost as bad as fracking oil.
#home
#earth
#environment #pollution
#environment #pollution
436 reads
0 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
11th Oct 2022 12:36pm
11th Oct 2022 12:36pm
200 Miles to your Loving Arms
Coming down the home stretch
2 weeks on the road
Makes the strongest man
Bend at the knees a bit
200 miles to your loving arms
Black coffee, petal to the metal
Till I round the corner
Into your smile I call home
2 weeks on the road
Makes the strongest man
Bend at the knees a bit
200 miles to your loving arms
Black coffee, petal to the metal
Till I round the corner
Into your smile I call home
#love
#home
#travel #LongDistanceRelationship
#travel #LongDistanceRelationship
623 reads
27 Comments
Duende
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2025 2:00pm
23rd Jan 2025 2:00pm
Your Shelter
this is your poem
written with love
i see your story
feel your scars
i will start a fire
guide you home
& warm you up
ease your pain
tracing ley lines
of forsaken ink
read your dark
deserted pages
hold your fears
wipe away your
tears & trust me
i won't let you go
let me build you
a forever home
and make it our
own sacral place
if you wish to stay
come hide with me
i promise you are safe
written with love
i see your story
feel your scars
i will start a fire
guide you home
& warm you up
ease your pain
tracing ley lines
of forsaken ink
read your dark
deserted pages
hold your fears
wipe away your
tears & trust me
i won't let you go
let me build you
a forever home
and make it our
own sacral place
if you wish to stay
come hide with me
i promise you are safe
#home
#love
217 reads
16 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2024 11:58am
22nd Dec 2024 11:58am
~blue house that soaks in yellow night-lighted love
beaming blue walls
in an unfazed electrifying
eccentricity.. border
this singular standalone
house.. awake in open
doors and yellowy
lights in fire streams
..almost gives a hazy
sepia vignetting palette
in a nostalgic dig village
view, sweetly reminiscent
of those childhood vacation
days.. spent long in a pure
silence of a rustic ambience..
in tight warmth of grandma
grandpa.. their loving grips
.. outside, dribbling plic ploc
rain in trickles.. add to the
marigold yellowy...
in an unfazed electrifying
eccentricity.. border
this singular standalone
house.. awake in open
doors and yellowy
lights in fire streams
..almost gives a hazy
sepia vignetting palette
in a nostalgic dig village
view, sweetly reminiscent
of those childhood vacation
days.. spent long in a pure
silence of a rustic ambience..
in tight warmth of grandma
grandpa.. their loving grips
.. outside, dribbling plic ploc
rain in trickles.. add to the
marigold yellowy...
#countryside
#home
#love
#night
#rain
132 reads
6 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
17th Jul 2024 1:12pm
17th Jul 2024 1:12pm
Dream unfolded
From that corner you can see the house
Anchored to the dogs in the sun (dormant)
As if the river no longer had teeth
Absorbed in his thoughts
Silent as barked birch trees
Still floating in a volatile stillness
Once the war is lost, we have to hold on to the air
Write the laws in washed stone
Repeat the litany of saints (dormant)
Treating everything like there is no tomorrow
Again and again, and once again
Leave the wings against the wall
Hear the wind pass and carry the feathers
Rhyming river with house...
Anchored to the dogs in the sun (dormant)
As if the river no longer had teeth
Absorbed in his thoughts
Silent as barked birch trees
Still floating in a volatile stillness
Once the war is lost, we have to hold on to the air
Write the laws in washed stone
Repeat the litany of saints (dormant)
Treating everything like there is no tomorrow
Again and again, and once again
Leave the wings against the wall
Hear the wind pass and carry the feathers
Rhyming river with house...
#fish
#home
#redemption
#river
#wind
109 reads
4 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2021 7:01am
2nd Jan 2021 7:01am
Golden Empire
The landscape changes every ten miles in each direction
Ranches and fields to the south and west
A brown panorama due to fracking in the north
And large farms to the east, leading to the mountains
To the southern tip of the Sierras
Although most of the town is flat
On the outskirts
The roads move up and down with the terrain
Where the land is open and wide
On the highways you can drive for miles
And see nothing but fields
You can see the migrant workers
Working under the hot summer sun
Working in the harshest...
Ranches and fields to the south and west
A brown panorama due to fracking in the north
And large farms to the east, leading to the mountains
To the southern tip of the Sierras
Although most of the town is flat
On the outskirts
The roads move up and down with the terrain
Where the land is open and wide
On the highways you can drive for miles
And see nothing but fields
You can see the migrant workers
Working under the hot summer sun
Working in the harshest...
#home
#city
#nature #LifeCycle
#nature #LifeCycle
439 reads
8 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
28th Jul 2022 4:15am
28th Jul 2022 4:15am
1 Mississippi, 2 Mississippi
Rising from the dust of chalk,
1 Mississippi, 2 Mississippi,
and 1 frigging bag of Cheetos.
Who gives a rhinoceros?
Ask the fool,
who Thomas Jefferson was?
He can't recite the Pledge of Allegiance
but he knows how many chicken wings
are in a bushel, that Peter Piper picked.
With his one tooth, he looks like Ollie Dragon
and his bottle of Jack Daniels is dry.
Jesus lives in Mexico and Rooster Cogburn is the guy.
1 Mississippi, 2 Mississippi,
and 1 frigging bag of Cheetos.
That's all folks! ...
1 Mississippi, 2 Mississippi,
and 1 frigging bag of Cheetos.
Who gives a rhinoceros?
Ask the fool,
who Thomas Jefferson was?
He can't recite the Pledge of Allegiance
but he knows how many chicken wings
are in a bushel, that Peter Piper picked.
With his one tooth, he looks like Ollie Dragon
and his bottle of Jack Daniels is dry.
Jesus lives in Mexico and Rooster Cogburn is the guy.
1 Mississippi, 2 Mississippi,
and 1 frigging bag of Cheetos.
That's all folks! ...
#home
#atheism
#aliens #trains
#aliens #trains
511 reads
2 Comments
MySmile
Besma
Besma
Poem Published
14th Nov 2024 11:22am
14th Nov 2024 11:22am
My Allegiance I Vow
To my terra of roots
My allegiance I vow
I wallow in your fruits
And to your flag I bow.
Dream not till wake of dawn
Beaming sun light I wait
Burst of glee of no bourn
The feels of the soul, sate.
Awe chills into my spine
As your Hymn in pride sung
For Home in peace I pine
And love never be swung.
How could my pen, you turn
In a fine rhyming word
As my quill longs to learn
Inking with grace and verve.
My allegiance I vow
I wallow in your fruits
And to your flag I bow.
Dream not till wake of dawn
Beaming sun light I wait
Burst of glee of no bourn
The feels of the soul, sate.
Awe chills into my spine
As your Hymn in pride sung
For Home in peace I pine
And love never be swung.
How could my pen, you turn
In a fine rhyming word
As my quill longs to learn
Inking with grace and verve.
#admiration
#gratitude
#home
#inspirational
#strength
63 reads
0 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
23rd Jul 2024 00:21am
23rd Jul 2024 00:21am
other home counties are available ..
born and brought up in kent, a home county that borders london, but is different, in that most of the cool
hipsters wouldn’t admit to it being somewhere they went to at weekends for a quick hello with their parents
hipsters wouldn’t admit to it being somewhere they went to at weekends for a quick hello with their parents
#home
95 reads
2 Comments
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