Best Homesick Poems

 Love is the water of life. Drink it down with heart and soul. - Rumi  

I remember the nights I swiftly swerved oceanic songs with olive shells on sandy shores,
looking for a hint of teal droplets within softened
corners of the milky way. 
Perhaps...

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I want to be alone where skylarks sing
Where primroses grow wild and bluebells ring
Where sweet the fragrant scent of Mountain thyme
Back in the glen that once was yours and mine

I’m wistful for the sights, the sounds, the smells
The purple evening sheen of heather bells
I miss...

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The hymns of my youth have become a faint sound,
like a train in the distance lost to the night.
This road that I'm on is not homeward bound,
for I have left the path that leads to the right.

I hope my mother will remember my face
and father...

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When memories melt like sunset skies,
mirroring my thoughts,
slipping into the salt-dipped
skin of the deep, warm ocean,
I drink from the stardust chalice
of your unspoken sonnets,
r a i n i n g from cologne-stained clouds,
steeping me in aromatic cravings ~
as my heart weaves
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A child is born
  a little life it's a miracle
  Death is nothing to fear
  but feels like
  autumn leaves on cold snow

  Brothers
  is not
  like night and day
  or
  the sun and the moon
...

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There's this girl that I know who misses her home
The place filled with laughter, her joy, and her hope.
This girl, she is sad, and I've seen her heart break.
She just doesn't belong here, and she doesn't want to stay.

When she's at the beach she just...

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I’m homesick for places I haven’t yet been
Places unpronounceable are calling my name
My eyes crave the beauty of sights I have not seen
A fire I can’t see warms me with its flame

My feet walk the same path when I leave and come back
And my ears...

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From the Faughan river valley
To Binevenaghs mighty brow
I love these roads to travel
Wish I could tread them now

To in an instant be propelled
Landing on that grassy slope
That overlooks Magilligan strand
Would be my greatest hope

To take the road to Donnybrewer
And walk down by the Foyle
To see...

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She noticed a wild beauty of her own-rain.
She lived in Michigan
Blue rain kissed the green trees
But only one tree made her heart sing
A storm was coming in the distance
A hurricane of peace forced her to dream big dreams
As the night of regret fades
The bear, the...

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HOMESICK EXCUSES

So sorry…..
I can’t spend the night--
Would give my daddy jitter fright.
My mother would not sleep at all,
If I don’t kill bugs as they crawl.

If I ‘m not there to scrub the sink,
Neither one would sleep a wink.
I can’t spend the night---
Nightmares will chase them...

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The whispering winds
Weeping melancholy tears
That homesick feeling...

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My favorite place,
a familiar face
every morning I can greet.
In our small hometown,
know our way around,
up and down every street.

Call on our friend.
He knows where we’ve been.
We celebrate the beautiful day.
At the lake’s shore,
there’s nothing we love more.
So in that moment we stay.

The sun disappears
and then...

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I use to believe in love. 
If I loved a person deeply enough, 
if I put my all into them, 
sacrificed every inch just to bring them happiness -
Perhaps, I would one day wake up and find, they loved me the same. 
Where the steadiness...

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The sound of dripping rain caressing 
Damp scenery overjoyed the cling
The yearn brought me home to the old times
Blend yearn through under-stepping rhymes
Carry the sway along even hard
Smother the taste, touched sense deeper in

Note:
Read first word first line
Second word second line
Third word third line
Fourth word fourth...

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Sycamores certainly speak French, cypresses - ancient Greek, the Old Testament's olives are bilingual: they speak Hebrew and Aramaic. Birch is a Russian tree though growing in Canada. So small and frail (they wither abroad), already gone into a winter trance, she is silent but...

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