Best Hometown Poems

I come from Valdosta, Georgia, the lovely peach state,
Where everyone uses a southern drawl to communicate.
Valdosta is known as the “Azalea City” for its gorgeous flowers.
In the spring this splendid sight has a captivating power.

I’m afraid the azaleas are forgotten by the summer,
When it gets...

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Returning to fields rimmed by golden stones
Just there I hear the movements that arise
From August tides lapping; I'm not alone
While rosy daylight cuddles my warm sighs

My hometown blooms again with fine décor
Wildflowers peeping through the lush fairways 
As blue-eyed jays trip slowly on the shore...

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I come from a small town,
Nine thousand in all.
There’s nothing really fancy here.
Just a couple of strip malls.
We like our Tim Hortons coffee,
Hockey’s the sport of choice where we get loud.
It’s really all we got to cheer for,
Since the factories left our town.
For me I...

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Went shopping today
 In Montrose, PA
 Saw lots of folks
   I must say

  Knew most of them
 I met along the way
I must once again say
That I like it that way

Five thousand people is 
  The total population 
  ...

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Hartlepool , My Hometown

St Hilda's bathed in sunlight Is a sight i love to see
The Marina with it's many boats, that’s the place for me
Back down to the Headland for Verill's fish and chips
Hartlepool it's my hometown

We have the shopping centre, empty units galore
And I...

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Grew up in the sixties
on Long Island, N.Y.,
where we had sidewalks,
and where you could walk,
to local stores, schools, or doctors,
or just your neighbor for a talk…
Summers went swimming,
at the Village Green Pool,
afterwards bought a Mr. Softee cone
to help me stay cool,
In the Fall went to...

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A gentle breeze cools this sunny day as I sit by the river.  My heart aches for my yesterdays',  I am visiting my hometown.  My old friends stop by, but not long enough for my satisfaction.  I am filled with love...

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In my hometown, there lies a street,
A buzzing, busy city street,
Where cars speed forward in roaring fleets
Toward places to be and people to meet.

And on this street lies a bouquet,
A busty, bountiful bouquet. 
Next to the cracking curb, it lays
And braves the the traffic of...

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The ocean aroma 
Filled the air.
As we all do
Is just stay
Here
No need to go anywhere
Because where we are is
What we know
Is
Right Underneath
Our feet
The chiseled 
Sand
Burning our feet
The sunny
Shores of Florida
from seat
To 
Seat.
All of the birds
Chirping
To a rhythmic beat
The amazing neighbors all up and down
The 
Street.
Over...

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Hometown memories

 I met her when l was very young. Only a few years old,l started hanging out with her.Till our relationship got really intimate .Later on my ambitions forced me to leave her and move far away.

Where we could not hang out as we...

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I was sittin' on the porch today reminiscin' about this and that,
And my hometown came to mind where I grew up as a feckless brat!
Life was lived at a slower pace it seemed, back in that place and time.
We didn't smoke grass but stealin' watermelons...

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I’m looking for a hometown that’s anywhere but here
Ever reminded that the dark of night gives way to my fear
Where faces of family and friends look like strangers to me
 where people are afraid to be who they are meant to be
Hometown- just another word...

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Small, cut in half by Route Sixty-Six,
with farms and ranches scattered around.
Theaters, cafes, motels, your picks
Saturdays, everyone came to town.

What fun walking down crowded Main Street.
giving a farm boy a furtive glance.
Then movies, popcorn, something sweet
to watch Fred and Ginger glide and dance.

The tranquil aura...

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A friend said
a little mulch
and planting
is what it takes
to transform a yard.
She bought flowers
in spring
as a gift to herself.
She laid the mulch
and planted the flowers
around a tree.
She cried out 
for last night’s storm
and all life
a touch of rain could bring.
She said
after her divorce
every transgression
could be...

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That small town Christmas spirit...
It grew a little brighter
just after Thanksgiving.

Garlands were wrapped around
every light pole lining the main street.
Multi-colored light strings
outlined every window.
The drug store, the library.
Even the corner bar
across from the church
had a little Christmas spirit and cheer.
And, the post office, busy with...

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