These Home Alliteration poems are examples of Alliteration poems about Home. These are the best examples of Home Alliteration poems written by international PoetrySoup poets
Gingerly, she climbs to
where the wood has weathered, and
the latch, is rusted and black.
Gone from brown, it
eases away. Light pierces
the darkness, through every crack
and knot hole, she climbs
to warmth and wades,
through hay, past steamer
trunks and packing
The garden yields thick bottle
rims, stirrups, a buckle, a bit
of old leather. Egyptian onions'
purple plumes, line the fence.
Chocolate mint, overgrown,
and rudbeckia sprouts
nasturtium's winding tendrils,
Hay, golden, like a Vermeer, swirls
and turbulent spikes, make flat long
pleats of similar lengths, braided and
golden, catching the sun.
My home, oh my home
Where is my home
My home is not a wall full of bricks
Nor a mansion full of riches
But where I could find
Love, peace, and harmony
Where I could find a better destiny
Where does freedom lives
Here or there
Then that is my home
My home, oh my home
Things has change,
Our world is coming to an end.
On our destiny,
The wicked now sit.
An our hope is gone.
Our laughter, has been wiped
Away by our sorrows,
And we fear for our own shadows.
Upon our land,
Bloods are shed.
On our land the innocent crouch
Their tooth with pain for revenge.
Whiles we moan our dead,
Our food and drinks are taken
And our daughters in which
The pride of our nation are
Restored on are sexually used by them
In the name of celebrating our defeated.
we pray, cry, whiles they laugh
And mock us not noticing,
That our is hearing us.
Our men has been killed,
And we fear for what will happen tomorrow
Our heart are heavy,
And we are restless.
We see but now blind
For the tears of pain has make us blind
We are helpless,
And we need help.
We are weak
And we need strength.
Dreadful dawn dug doggedly deep, dazed dues
Prickle-prone paths pierce peer-less purpose
Buried bricks burn beneath brine and blood
Homes and holes hitch-hike heated Hours
Sync'd steps stoop, saddling steely shores
Shadows of sagging shoulders shed shrewd strokes
Sanctioned sympathy sealed and soiled in stoic stories
Homes and Holes hauling hymen of horror hormones
Nagging newts nutured nadir of nervous noisome nuns
Jilted jones jaded in jiltery journey of jerky joules
Measled mare much-malligned by myriad of magnetic manacles
Homes and holes held hostage in hidden hydrogen hades
I would not have desired any thing less
Than to hear your sweet voice
Each day I wake up with an expectation
A hope and a continuous desire
To feel your warmth and smell your scent
You have not failed for once
Whenever I desired you, you have always been there
In the midnights when the cold is freezing
I can only turn around the bed
And wished you were there
Then I will feel your arms around me
And the cold is gone
In the loneliness of the mind
When I desire someone to speak to
And no one cares to know how I feel
You have always come at the right time
With the right words you soothe my nerves
Your ever presence is my desire
I wish we stay together all day
And that you don’t leave when the sun sets
You don’t have any other home than this
Come and make your home in my place forever
I love you really.