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Famous Short Home Poems

Famous Short Home Poems. Short Home Poetry by Famous Poets. A collection of the all-time best Home short poems

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by Emily Dickinson

A Dimple in the Tomb

 A Dimple in the Tomb
Makes that ferocious Room
A Home --

by Yosa Buson

Buying leeks

 Buying leeks
and walking home
 under the bare trees.

by Wang Wei

Sometimes Id walk

 Sometimes I'd walk,
walk far from home,
the things I've seen,
and I alone.

by Emily Dickinson

Not at Home to Callers

 Not at Home to Callers
Says the Naked Tree --
Bonnet due in April --
Wishing you Good Day --

by Robert Herrick


 Great cities seldom rest; if there be none
T' invade from far, they'll find worse foes at home.

by Emily Dickinson

The Day she goes

 The Day she goes
Or Day she stays
Are equally supreme --
Existence has a stated width
Departed, or at Home --

by Mother Goose

For Baby

You shall have an apple,
YOU shall have a plum,
You shall have a rattle,
When papa comes home.

by Emily Dickinson

The Hills in Purple syllables

 The Hills in Purple syllables
The Day's Adventures tell
To little Groups of Continents
Just going Home from School.

by Mother Goose

A Thorn

I went to the wood and got it;
I sat me down to look for it
And brought it home because I couldn't find it.

by Emily Dickinson

The fairest Home I ever knew

 The fairest Home I ever knew
Was founded in an Hour
By Parties also that I knew
A spider and a Flower --
A manse of mechlin and of Floes --

by Homer

The Iliad

by Mother Goose

The Robins

A robin and a robin's son
Once went to town to buy a bun.
They couldn't decide on plum or plain,
And so they went back home again.

by Wang Wei

Random Poem

 You also come from my home town,
You must know all the home town news.
At dawn, before the silken window, Is it too cold for plum blossom to show?

by Edward Lear

Q was a Quince that hung


was a Quince that hung
Upon a garden tree; Papa he brought it with him home,
And ate it with his tea.

by Li Po

Quiet Night Thoughts

 Before my bed
there is bright moonlight
So that it seems
Like frost on the ground:

Lifting my head
I watch the bright moon,
Lowering my head
I dream that I'm home.

by Mother Goose

My Little Maid

High diddle doubt, my candle's out
  My little maid is not at home;
Saddle my hog and bridle my dog,
  And fetch my little maid home.

by Mother Goose


Ladybird, ladybird, fly away home!
Your house is on fire, your children all gone,
All but one, and her name is Ann,
And she crept under the pudding pan.

by Walt Whitman

Locations and Times.

 LOCATIONS and times—what is it in me that meets them all, whenever and wherever, and
 me at home? 
Forms, colors, densities, odors—what is it in me that corresponds with them?

by Emily Dickinson

The Flower must not blame the Bee

 The Flower must not blame the Bee --
That seeketh his felicity
Too often at her door --

But teach the Footman from Vevay --
Mistress is "not at home" -- to say --
To people -- any more!

by Emily Dickinson

Volcanoes be in Sicily

 Volcanoes be in Sicily
And South America
I judge from my Geography --
Volcanos nearer here
A Lava step at any time
Am I inclined to climb --
A Crater I may contemplate
Vesuvius at Home.

by George William Russell

In Memoriam

 The flowers left thick at nightfall in the wood
This Eastertide call into mind the men,
Now far from home, who, with their sweethearts, should
Have gathered them and will do never again.

by Emily Dickinson

The Soul that hath a Guest

 The Soul that hath a Guest
Doth seldom go abroad --
Diviner Crowd at Home --
Obliterate the need --

And Courtesy forbid
A Host's departure when
Upon Himself be visiting
The Emperor of Men --

by Li Po

Autumn River Song

 The moon shimmers in green water.
White herons fly through the moonlight.
The young man hears a girl gathering water-chestnuts: into the night, singing, they paddle home together.

by Emily Dickinson

That is solemn we have ended

 That is solemn we have ended
Be it but a Play
Or a Glee among the Garret
Or a Holiday

Or a leaving Home, or later,
Parting with a World
We have understood for better
Still to be explained.

by Mother Goose

Dance To Your Daddie


Dance to your daddie,
My bonnie laddie;
Dance to your daddie, my bonnie lamb;
You shall get a fishy,
On a little dishy;
You shall get a fishy, when the boat comes home.