Poems About Home by Top Critiquers
#home
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2018 11:10pm
22nd Dec 2018 11:10pm
Safe Haven
Dedicated To Mr. New York from your Phillygirl
Poem Inspired
By the Lyrics of I Need You
By
LeAnn Rimes
God, I can’t lie, I’ve missed you so much
No words mean more to me then admitting that as such
With you around, my emotions tenderly bleed
As you mentally feed that beautiful need
Love between us can and will succeed
Your air is like oxygen to my brain
Through the wisdom of your eyes, I see no pain
Only knowledge one inspires to gain
Yes, I’ve strayed from the flock
Tick Tock, for someone else who had...
Poem Inspired
By the Lyrics of I Need You
By
LeAnn Rimes
God, I can’t lie, I’ve missed you so much
No words mean more to me then admitting that as such
With you around, my emotions tenderly bleed
As you mentally feed that beautiful need
Love between us can and will succeed
Your air is like oxygen to my brain
Through the wisdom of your eyes, I see no pain
Only knowledge one inspires to gain
Yes, I’ve strayed from the flock
Tick Tock, for someone else who had...
#love
#home
#TruthOfLife
#honesty
#philosophical
864 reads
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
8th Jul 2024 1:06am
8th Jul 2024 1:06am
Bryce
Bryce's favorite color is green. Do not even think of implying that green is a Crayola eight pack color. Bryce knows dozens of shades and hues -hundreds- ranging from emerald to chartreuse, with responses to them ranging from wincing in distaste (deep teal) to taciturn approval (pistachio).
Bryce likes to think he isn't picky. Didn't he microwave a leftover Whopper last night and enjoy it just fine? Yes, he did. But color is fundamental to his wellbeing. Bryce harbors no compunction over breaking up with Lisa. Beautiful, brilliant Lisa who knew her oak furniture and...
Bryce likes to think he isn't picky. Didn't he microwave a leftover Whopper last night and enjoy it just fine? Yes, he did. But color is fundamental to his wellbeing. Bryce harbors no compunction over breaking up with Lisa. Beautiful, brilliant Lisa who knew her oak furniture and...
#choices
#home
#relationships
166 reads
12 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
24th Nov 2022 2:39am
24th Nov 2022 2:39am
samoa
she heats
the samoan shore
of our hearth
the samoan shore
of our hearth
#love
#wife
#women
#home
#sensual
337 reads
2 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
28th Oct 2023 2:01am
28th Oct 2023 2:01am
just a white walled house
This house is not a home
it's just bare white rental walls
we're not approved to decorate
We don't own anything nice
sleep on mattresses on the floor
and you somehow think that's normal
living so cheaply we wake up in pain
I'm tired of bare walls
and second hand furniture
that was already old when we got it
I've lost count of the tip runs
we've done this year
because things break
or no longer work as intended
We could have saved money
owning better things
but you hold our...
it's just bare white rental walls
we're not approved to decorate
We don't own anything nice
sleep on mattresses on the floor
and you somehow think that's normal
living so cheaply we wake up in pain
I'm tired of bare walls
and second hand furniture
that was already old when we got it
I've lost count of the tip runs
we've done this year
because things break
or no longer work as intended
We could have saved money
owning better things
but you hold our...
#depression
#home
#poverty
321 reads
6 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
18th Apr 2021 00:43am
18th Apr 2021 00:43am
Nova Scotia strong
There’s a slowness in my body,
heaviness in my heart.
The world goes on around me
as I’m sitting here, apart.
It’s not exactly sadness,
though tears do often come;
just lacking motivation,
feeling unfocused and numb.
Tomorrow we’ll remember
tragedy so hard to bear;
I didn’t really know those lost,
but grief hangs in the air.
We’ve held each other through so much -
there’s nothing we can’t weather.
What makes us “Nova Scotia strong”
is tears and songs – together.
heaviness in my heart.
The world goes on around me
as I’m sitting here, apart.
It’s not exactly sadness,
though tears do often come;
just lacking motivation,
feeling unfocused and numb.
Tomorrow we’ll remember
tragedy so hard to bear;
I didn’t really know those lost,
but grief hangs in the air.
We’ve held each other through so much -
there’s nothing we can’t weather.
What makes us “Nova Scotia strong”
is tears and songs – together.
#home
#memorial
#NaPoWriMo2021
638 reads
2 Comments
Zaynab_kamoonpury
Poem Published
6th Jul 2023 6:36pm
6th Jul 2023 6:36pm
Incredible India: My motherland
Ah, to this land of the monsoons
or should it have been the sunsoons?
Yet for frozen land tourists,
a tropical hot boon.
Where bullock carts, stray dogs,
horse carriages, goats and cows
pedestrians, , bikes and rickshaws
scooters, trucks, motorbikes and cabs
all compete together in quirky
medley of traffic jams
On crammed roads you could
ram into bulls and rams
So brakes forever screeching,
the cars forever honking, hooting
while beggers begged and pickpockets
could go a' looting on a footing ...
or should it have been the sunsoons?
Yet for frozen land tourists,
a tropical hot boon.
Where bullock carts, stray dogs,
horse carriages, goats and cows
pedestrians, , bikes and rickshaws
scooters, trucks, motorbikes and cabs
all compete together in quirky
medley of traffic jams
On crammed roads you could
ram into bulls and rams
So brakes forever screeching,
the cars forever honking, hooting
while beggers begged and pickpockets
could go a' looting on a footing ...
#home
613 reads
38 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
4th Oct 2024 12:43pm
4th Oct 2024 12:43pm
you can’t go home
a trope outside of time
with featureless white rooms
in place of where you thought you’d be
or streets at night with yellow glass
implying someone else’s warmth
you hear your name among the trees
and telephone wires
yet hardly know where home now is
and scream and scream and scream
with featureless white rooms
in place of where you thought you’d be
or streets at night with yellow glass
implying someone else’s warmth
you hear your name among the trees
and telephone wires
yet hardly know where home now is
and scream and scream and scream
#dreams
#home
#identity #memories
#identity #memories
78 reads
2 Comments
Lilliputian
Poem Published
30th Dec 2024 6:18pm
30th Dec 2024 6:18pm
H.O.M.E.
How dense of me to stutter, trying to enunciate four letters,
yet I write an ocean of words from the emptiness they brought,
unable to grasp the meaning they offered,
unknowing of the feeling cast out from each alphabet.
One by one, I knocked on doors, waiting for a smile of belonging,
my hands traced walls to sense the touch of comfort,
searching through endless, somber corridors for a glimpse of love,
my heels eroding, lost and wandering in the middle of this deserted road.
Mourning for a ramshackle house, falling to pieces
lain...
yet I write an ocean of words from the emptiness they brought,
unable to grasp the meaning they offered,
unknowing of the feeling cast out from each alphabet.
One by one, I knocked on doors, waiting for a smile of belonging,
my hands traced walls to sense the touch of comfort,
searching through endless, somber corridors for a glimpse of love,
my heels eroding, lost and wandering in the middle of this deserted road.
Mourning for a ramshackle house, falling to pieces
lain...
#home
96 reads
prometheus5290
Poem Published
5th Jan 2021 1:30am
5th Jan 2021 1:30am
Ode to NJ
New Jersey,
do you make people smarter
because of how much you swear?
Are you training us with your
on and off ramps
to expect anything
and tricking visitors
to think
there is only highway and city
when really
there is Appalachia
and the shore,
and NYC and Philly next door.
do you make people smarter
because of how much you swear?
Are you training us with your
on and off ramps
to expect anything
and tricking visitors
to think
there is only highway and city
when really
there is Appalachia
and the shore,
and NYC and Philly next door.
#home
327 reads
4 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
3rd May 2022 9:47pm
3rd May 2022 9:47pm
Update: Home
My new home
#home
#peace
388 reads
6 Comments
poetOftragedy
Poem Published
22nd Jun 2021 9:13am
22nd Jun 2021 9:13am
Someone call them home
Someone call them home their Shepherd is no more
They still there in the wild,
They still grazing
The Sun is setting
I hear their young begin to cry
As darkness descends
Someone call them home their master is no more
There are wolves in the mountains
Predators waiting to pounce on whichever falls astray
They are lost in the wild
Exposed and vulnerable
Easy pickings
Someone call them home their becon to guide them home is no more
We all know if he was still
He would have brought them home
Before...
They still there in the wild,
They still grazing
The Sun is setting
I hear their young begin to cry
As darkness descends
Someone call them home their master is no more
There are wolves in the mountains
Predators waiting to pounce on whichever falls astray
They are lost in the wild
Exposed and vulnerable
Easy pickings
Someone call them home their becon to guide them home is no more
We all know if he was still
He would have brought them home
Before...
#LifeStruggles
#home
#animals
416 reads
9 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
1st Jun 2019 11:17pm
1st Jun 2019 11:17pm
Broken Home, Impoverished Spirit
Home, the encasement of my mind and body.
Its foundations cracked, its roof tiles splintered,
in come the tear-showers!
The only home I possess floods.
These bones are fractured,
my soul shattered.
I lock my mouth of this broken home shut,
never to tell its secrets.
The eyes of this dwelling,
the windows of this soul webbed in cracks.
I peer out but can’t make anything of the outside anymore.
The outside to me is a forest of dead grass and slithering snakes.
Damn this wrecked body!
Illness wears on you...
Its foundations cracked, its roof tiles splintered,
in come the tear-showers!
The only home I possess floods.
These bones are fractured,
my soul shattered.
I lock my mouth of this broken home shut,
never to tell its secrets.
The eyes of this dwelling,
the windows of this soul webbed in cracks.
I peer out but can’t make anything of the outside anymore.
The outside to me is a forest of dead grass and slithering snakes.
Damn this wrecked body!
Illness wears on you...
#depression
#heartbroken
#home
#MentalHealth
#SelfWorth
426 reads
0 Comments
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