Home Poems | Examples of Home Poetry

Focusing on my self; no other filtered out all negative feelings cut ties with deceptive dealings home is calling so don't bother Feeling things that make no sense a little of revenge, guilt, anger, fuss a lot of love, faith, truth, and trust Thinking of things conjuring defense Eliminate thoughts of all others took for granted with misjudgment challenging my truth with argument now stuck in...

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I have my shelter from the elements my haven away from world madness my well of peace and harmony where it’s safe and i feel free within its confines but really … is it more of a hideout where I ignore the call within to insurrection to rise against injustice or at least to come to the aid of its victims instead...

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Our hearts romanticize the vagabond. To walk away from all that brings you down. It’s true we’re free to get up and be gone. In search of new horizons to be found. Always snipping at the ties that bind us And doing all you would just as you may. Worries can all just be left behind us. ‘Cause in the morn we...

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Inspired by home... Wherever that is for you... Some say home is where the heart is... Home (I hope you'll find your place) By Michelle Morris 24/04/2025 Some say home is where the heart is Some say it's wherever your hat is laid I say home is that special place Wherever you find your way It might be where you...

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When I write of “home”, it’s not them I’m aching from, just the world outside. ...

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The silence stretches, a taut wire across borders, across oceans of unspoken dread. A name whispered in the dry heat, a face etched on worn photographs, a promise hanging heavy in the air. They speak of strategy, of interests, of the intricate dance of power, but I see only an empty chair. The news flickers, a kaleidoscope of...

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Lillian’s Echo Lillian sat in the dayroom’s dim embrace—a survivor etched in time. The air clung to stories, whispered secrets, and the lingering scent of suffering. She, the one-character legend, spun her tales—prose blabber, raw and unfiltered. Born into the system’s cold arms, Lillian emerged onto Brooklyn’s unforgiving streets as an adult. There, she tasted the bitter...

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“Where the Suburbs Meet the Sea” I walked again where I began, past fences worn, where gum trees ran— but now the tide had kissed the land, and waves rolled in like time unplanned. The house was there, but changed in tone, a quiet shell, yet not alone. The breeze...

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The way home2025-04-21 Good afternoon I'm back to where my fortune began the fortune I betrayed by moving away not for any reason that I momentarily thought I could find an easier life a place of clean underwear and breakfast A place where I could sleep to nine that had a café on the first floor and peopled by sure people,...

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May we be blessed that wherever our children’s feet take them in life wherever they happen to roam… those same feet that lead them away from us… will also lead them back home.....

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When the right person is in your Life, they add to your Joy. They don't take away from it. They'll feel like Home. A sweet, new love song... Enjoy! Let Love's Light guide you Home By Michelle Morris 07/04/2025 So many heartbreaks lie unresolved So many hearts cold and alone Yet so many people yearn for Connection They're...

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I’m a digital copy and so are you We are digital implementations Into the world of alternative view Sharing our endless vacations Once we appeared there, so we remain Still I can hear your voice We are the spirit that flies on again Over the land of our choice Digital world seems a rescue for us We can’t be exiled from this...

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daddy died alone in his home ashtrays with cigarette butts completely hoarded his deathbed the smell of smoke almost immediately made my eyes turn red i regret the 15 years since i last saw him however i choose not to trip daddy died alone in his home i have a quiet conversation with him in the wee hours of the morning i...

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Dish of Indian make. Dear to all Keralite. Dry rice and dal well soaked, Drained and ground to fine paste, Dough flattened and roasted, Delicious with chutney. Delectable to all. ...

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I wrote about my timer, Which is permanently stuck And, after many years, at last Emitted its last cluck. That was two days ago; today A package came for me. I hadn’t ordered anything And thought, “What could it be?” A brand-new chicken timer With a message from my son: “I hope this works – it looks just like Your now non-ticking one.” I laughed out loud...

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