Home Poems

Home poems that will make all of us feel that our strings of lives are tightly attached to our homes. Poems about home are close to each one of us. No matter if we are grown-ups or where we are, a simple thought of being at home makes us happy as well as emotional. When it comes to missing our homes, most of us pour our emotions on the paper in the form of touching homely poems. In todays’ hustle bustle, when we are apart from our childhood memories and homes, poems about being home take us to the reminiscences of our past. Poems about homes are not always sad or emotional. Many home sick poems are full of crazy emotions, which you all will enjoy while reading in our collection.

Home Alone!

Home Alone! short poem

Today, like everyday You forgot to smile at the mirror The house waved and waved You probably didn’t notice! Buses and cars and people and dogs The sun was scanning them all Realization. Oh! I forgot my handkerchief You missed

Home

Home short poem

A house is not a home If not safe and warm, A place of protection where one’s cherished, shares opinions and feelings without fear of ridicule. Is a sanctuary from outside forces. A home holds secrets, Freedom from politics, it’s

My Island Home

My Island Home short poem

Sea breeze salty and warm Dark clouds brewing up a storm Sea spray all over my face Worries long gone, without a trace Homeward bound on a ferry Childhood memories I carry Now the island is in sight Heart beating

Home

Home short poem

Running out of life are you what do you see out of the broken window panes a train to nowhere moon hiding behind the trees or your own shadow leaving you there is no truth in the lie all are

God Is My Home!

God Is My Home! short poem

When I’m with my tears When I can’t escape my fears I come to you lord And you fill me with hope When the world seem to scare me When something dark surrounds me I rely on you immediately And

Home

Home short poem

I shut my eyes And settle in Familiar creaks and sighs From the house within The distant night guard’s rattle A car driving its owner to bed The muted rustle of pigeons Perched precariously On the ledge At the edge

I Wished I Were Home

I Wished I Were Home ballad

Some say I’m being melodramatic. From the outside my life looks fantastic. I’ve travelled the entire globe. Sang for people who didn’t know. I wished I were home. Not performing in a band, But living life on my own ‘N

Heart’s Journey Home

Heart’s Journey Home ballad

Have you looked to the heavens – a star-filled sky Searching for answers, but not knowing why In that moment of doubt a vision appears A stream of white that brings you to tears A shooting star, a message meant

No Place Like Home

No Place Like Home prose poem

If one could tour my place of birth They would notice a place where time stood still Then they would see a place of humble simplicity If one could spend one night in the house where I was born No

Republic Of The Broken Home

Republic Of The Broken Home long poem

In the republic of the broken home, Its the children, who hold fort alone, For those who sit upon the throne, Are away fighting battles of their own. Every morning they arrive at the front lines, Wearing uniforms and memorizing

I’m Coming Home

Im Coming Home long poem

“I’m coming home” that’s what she told me last december a short twelve days to a Christmas morning where the only present I could care for was waking next to her only to sneak out of bed to prepare her

A Home Not A House

A Home Not A House short poem

A home is a place of protection when there are precipitations, a place to cool off from the scorching sun. A place to warm up when it is chilly a place to hide in windy time, a place to seek

Welcome Home Brothers

Welcome Home Brothers short poem

Taps sound, a shot is fired. An echo reverberates through the valley The splash of tear drops, The sound of muted sobs. Grieving friends and family gather For a man they hardly know. Quite and shy, a family man, For

Post Card from a Home Far Away

Post Card from a Home Far Away short poem

I think this may annoy you a bit Though it’s not meant that way Why is it like that these days We need to clarify every time Lest it breeds, silence over and again? It’s funny don’t you see Despite

Home Coming… Hypothetics

Home Coming... Hypothetics short poem

I will make amends with me today, stop fighting with myself. Unthinkable to live without pain, in war with suffering. Quietly cries the flame without sound. While night lingers on. Nothing was easy for a quick resignation of ephemeral tears.

Home

Home short poem

I know you not by colour of your skin shape of your face feel of your flesh our souls have made homes in one another across passages hidden from space older than time we meet and find harbourage

Mum Missing From Home

Mum Missing From Home short poem

There just aren’t enough words for me to describe How much you are missed and how much I now cry A vital piece is now missing at home When I enter the house and I’m all alone When you were

Can You Take Me To My Home?

Can You Take Me To My Home? short poem

The valley holds on, to murder of moon, behind the trees. It is dark and clouds are meditating. You think of a perfect horror and a poisoned arrow flies straight into heart of a blissful sun. It is red, splattered

Home

Home short poem

Will every way be barred to the expression that comes to mind short of perception? The truth will be found in the time when one day separated by days becomes days separated by never. The brief and testaments completed; enter

Like Home, A Ode To Langston Hughes

Like Home, A Ode To Langston Hughes short poem

I had a dream once, One where I flung my arms back And felt a caress so tight. I couldn’t help but feel at home. A place I haven’t been in so long. Night comes as I close my eyes.

Home

Home short poem

when we were touching I was blushing from a blushing inner glow radiating from the depths of my soul no longer searching no longer alone for the first time in my life my heart has a home home is my

Please Give Them A Home

Please Give Them A Home short poem

Today I realised how lucky I am, So many things we don’t understand, I seen the sad cold look in their eyes, The fact we cared was such a surprise. Some in hostels, some plain to see, The streets were

Woman: Every Home Altruist

Woman: Every Home Altruist long poem

Everything in her serve the good in others, her daily activities promote joy and happiness of fellow humans. Early in the morning, her concern is her household, throughout the day, her interest is about home front’s welfare At night she

Cog Without A Machine To Call Home

Cog Without A Machine To Call Home short poem

This filth feels like home And I just left my friend I want to stay calm but The drugs kick in again That feeling hits the bone And I am at the end I cannot reap what I’ve sown I

Home Bound

Home Bound sonnet poems

Unimpressed by your lack of ambition I want to control, dictate your small mind Exploited, but fine with your position While our heads are foreign, our hearts combined Your mother, your dad grew up in this town Your father served

Home

Home prose poem

Some say the Garden of Eden was a myth, that such a beautiful place never existed. The Universe is a cold forbidding, inhospitable place, a place filled with frozen gases, balls of fire, cosmic radiation that can fry one alive,

Going Home

Going Home short poem

There is a certain feeling that arrives soon as the thought approaches. A sort of dream like feeling that comes to take over what ever mood, What ever presence that is shallowly felt. In truth it’s the best part of

Away From The Home

Away From The Home short poem

Non-thinking was a tremendous effort, I scratched the years one by one. Between you and me was a river, it has gone now. Are you beyond the imagination? My eyelids bleed, and there is a painful punctuation. Give me fireflies,

Coming Home

Coming Home short poem

When I went away, You remained at home I’m sorry I left you all alone There was one guarantee That I always Knew that when I came home I came home to you You were my constant, my rock My

The Heart’s Journey Home

The Hearts Journey Home poetry books

The potential of the human spirit has always amazed me. Through poetry I try to capture the essence of the fragility and the resiliency of our hearts. The Heart’s Journey Home is a collection of 23 poems titled: Reckless Words,

Finding A New Home

Finding A New Home short poem

Generation to generation I witness years passing by Trapped in the days that I don’t remember Through the disasters and the wars And history repeats itself Again I have to find a new home River side or a jungle For

The Unusual Home Coming

The Unusual Home Coming prose poem

Home did he come that fateful day But in a way too hard to believe Wrapped in the Tricolor Solemn and still . And truly it was a befitting tribute to a braveheart who put his life at stake To

Longing For Home

Longing For Home long poem

As he stood at the door admiring the view, Something was missing his heart..it just knew He drew in a breath and let out a sigh, This was not home, he could not deny, Home was rolling hills of emerald

Going Home

Going Home short poem

Pain fills my room, Sweat and fear surrounds me. I will cry if I move But I have no choice. We are trying to walk, Go up and down stairs. We are all grown children Just trying to survive. You’re

Comfort In Hobbling Home

Comfort In Hobbling Home short poem

Washed by tears, the flame kindled again. Crimson magma was quick to engulf the drops on forehead. Fired from close range the bullets opened the bloodgates in quick succession. It should not have happened! Therefore the journey resumes outside the

Coming Home

Coming Home short poem

When I went away, You remained at home I’m sorry I left you all alone There was one guarantee That I always Knew that when I came home I came home to you You were my constant, my rock My

On my way home!

On my way home! long poem

I find my way back home When I finally win my due. The due that I owned to my state To fight for our liberty. I remember the routes the journeys, The memories of intrepid. Going back home to peace

Home

Home prose poem

I walk through the main door, heaving my gaze on every little thing I could see, Daggering signs of unkempt mess, spread all over the floor, Fringing little pieces with signs of dust obscured upon, Every little memory I could

The Home Coming

The Home Coming short poem

The unbearable Sad and painful Trembling heart Brimming despair Wistful moments Brought us closer To the dreaded Inevitable point Of steeled separation Reluctantly To pay our debts We had to part Ever since then The wait Oh love And joy

My Little Home

My Little Home prose poem

The universe above my head massive in size with spinning galaxy’s and exploding stars. I sit in my little home warm being content. None of that really bothers me. I got up to adjust my blinds and see the birds

Faulkner Going Home

Faulkner Going Home prose poem

Faulkner writes at a New Orleans café Dust and floorboards with cockroaches Coffee like pain from the slave trade French rolls, wrought iron in the warm rain Spanish gables sigh like lost angels We are the immaculate children of Tolstoy

Home

Home long poem

This is my home large, colorful, abstract real paintings on the wall a reflection or deflection from the self? Light gasping for life emitting from the lamp brushing past the faces so bright This is my home A sanctuary of

Home

Home short poem

I don’t belong here I’ve known for some time So I’ve lived This isolated life of mine An outsider In an alien world From my true home I have somehow been hurled A life long loner Watching from my fortress

Poems you will love


The Warmest Place

The Warmest Place short poem

The warmest place is where the heart stays Where sweet memories abide This house of old, creaking timber and leaking roof Where in the courtyard stands my trusty friend Its boughs swaying in the path of the north wind And

Are You Away From God’s Own Land?

Are You Away From Gods Own Land? long poem

Listen, it’s New Year, Keralite man. The lamp is lit with the oil of sesame seeds sweet a melody moves in me music that says I am far away, far it says. The flowers, yellow blossoms of gold, placed on

Entertainment

Entertainment prose poem

In a community deep in the Southern land of feed corn and cotton The more basic things of life are best treasured and unforgotten Newspapers and Radios, Jack Rocks and Jump Ropes, Pop Whips, Hide and Seek In child’s play,

Pam’s peaceful place

Pams peaceful place prose poem

We had a bountiful garden filled with sweet corn and peas We had tasted good vegetables before, but none so good as these In an area of south eastern wisconsin, just across the illinois state line We discovered a place

The Chicago Cure

The Chicago Cure short poem

They came tired and torn, weary and worn They came male and female, straight and gay They came high and hooked, homeless and hungry They came addicted to alcohol, drugs, and crime They came for one last try, for freedom

Wayanay Inka

Wayanay Inka ode

Wayanay Inca………. I hear your call Within your music flitters my soul! Within the condor flight Within every starry night Within sun rise and sun set Invisible music I can get Within a Mayan pyramid Within the breeze unlimited Within

Sailor’s Hymn To A Friend

Sailors Hymn To A Friend ode

Eyes watery as the vista yonder, salt sting tears scouring this face. A month from shore and time to ponder how whalers live with Davy Jones’ grace. Inside pocket, oilskin pouch, old familiar, though faceless friend. Sanity’s saviour. Oh calabash

Tarnished Nights

Tarnished Nights short poem

Though you’re laughing and dancing, in front of the looking glass, deaf ears can’t hear your whispering, I’m emanating your sadness. Lure them with my elder names while you’re seeking the cradle. Spin, spin around, live the dreams, be drunk,

Going Native Osceola County

Going Native Osceola County short poem

I want to walk the land meets its animals and learn their songs. Snakes there must be and gators hook-billed birds stalking the verge of lakes and rainfall ponds, candy-colored eyes rolling within wrinkled leather sockets. It would be easy

Unasked

Unasked short poem

Right on top, you were inching slowly. United in hate they were tracking you. Trespassing the epochs you want to go back in stone age to retrace the steps of a homeless sapiens. In the brown desert of high hunches

Missing Mississippi

Missing Mississippi prose poem

Sunny sweaty days you gave to me. Hot and humid nights you fed to me. Your dark and scary clouds frightened me. Your thunder rolls and flashing lightning startled me. With heavy rains you flooded the land. Your tornadoes blew

Role Reversal

Role Reversal elegy

Silver-green feathers of foxtails, nodding lazily through rusted wire fences, The orange-gold chalice of a single poppy in a sea of tender grass, Meandering sidewalks—charcoal-gray ribbons of asphalt, fractured by weedy cracks— Palm trees and fir trees and the spreading

Mountain Wellhead

Mountain Wellhead prose poem

This is where God breathes! Here is the mountain wellhead that cannot believe our bodies are drenched in darkness. Drops of water burning bright like verses from holy books. Here my heart smiles at Goethe’s heart, like a sun at

Yorkshire Heaven

Yorkshire Heaven ballad

Yorkshire is a land of valleys a land of marriage of cliff and sea, Yorkshire is a land of the future a land of yesterday, a land of the free. A chimney, a watermill churning the mix should you prove

Caithness

Caithness short poem

He falls and snuggles like a lover to the floor; dreams spilling from the bottle in the weathered-hand. Beyond the door, dead-brochs lie buried on the moor. Forebears are but sepulchral-weals upon the land. Dreams spilling from the bottle in

Ijaw Children

Ijaw Children short poem

Just as Jehovah planted a garden in Eden, So our lives began without worries. We play Hide-n-Seek and see treasures hidden, So we never live our lives in a hurry. Life was bushy, wonderful, And easy to live on this

Adventures Of A New Housewife

Adventures Of A New Housewife short poem

Docked on foreign shores I look back no more With stardust in my eyes Pots and pans by my side I embark on a domestic adventure Go further than I have ever ventured So I sail on unchartered water Pulp

The Door

The Door prose poem

(1) The door; out of it there is everything; Flags and noise, traffic policemen, temptation apples, toothy eyes, ears calculating breath bangs, tinny moon counting steps, cheeks flowering with love ready to pass to oblivion, flattering choruses, cola tans, gay

Compliment

Compliment short poem

”I sojourn in your vibrant world, Mr. Ahmed Of dulcet melodies and wafting aromas The paintings adorning your house forlorn Are as soothing as the breezes of the morn I met your mates, your benevolent friends Savoured their enchanted, beguiling

The Visit

The Visit prose poem

The Seventh Day church built on the bend I curse at the perfection Alongside these potholes dug deep A cemetery for hope Down the road the Pentecostal one wore a hat It seems the years had stripped away all that

Strong Foundations

Strong Foundations short poem

In ranks and strange constellations Neighborhoods bunch like uneven muscles On the elbow of a river that smells Of cypress and motor oil. They contain buildings you’ll never live in Houses you will never enter Even if every night was