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These Home Lyric poems are examples of Lyric poems about Home. These are the best examples of Home Lyric poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

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Raptor Dance

The sky screams, 
air is thick. 
Seconds like days, 
years 'tween each tick. 

Tit for tat the raptors dance. 
Each step wounds, talons like bayonets.
Earth below quakes at each traded blow. 
Foundations shaken by spat of foes. 

Frosted, frozen, clad in ice.
The world stands still, fear the vice.
The center may boil, but winter-wrapped still 
She cannot reach out, no pow'r to stop the kill. 

Alas, Earth stands back and wills done be the fray.
Final thundering shrill shrieks, 'tis gone for today. 

The scars still remain, 
Unbeknownst to they that tread. 
Earth still feels the pain, 
Still feels gelid winter's dread.


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Our Song (I'm Home)

I always said I would write our song
But the words escape me
I said I would tell our story but I don't know how
Words can't do justice to the way I feel
It’s never the way I want it to come out

When I'm with you I'm myself
You complete my heart
When I'm with you I can be the real me
In your arms I'm home

I can't write a never-ending story
Our love grows more every day
This story has no ending
No song can end that way

When I'm with you I'm myself
You complete my heart
When I'm with you I can be the real me
In your arms I'm home

I'll wake up every day in your arms
In my heart is where you will always live
If there comes a day when god takes you from me
I'll go too, I can't live without you

When I'm with you I'm myself
You complete my heart
When I'm with you I can be the real me
In your arms I'm home

Anywhere, any time, I'm fine
As long as I'm with you...
I'm home...


Details | Haiku | |

The Internet: Return

A void of Facebook
Creativity dies here...
Procrastination!


Details | Blank verse | |

he is leaving home

                            
                  In great respect of the band I grew up listening to
                       as sure as Mom passed down Saturday Chores 
                      for I had been chosen to scrub bathroom floors `

                    Yet a familiar sound would bring me to keep scrubbing
                       The red album, The blue album , The White album 
                        Then .. Abbey Road , always remembering the sad look on
                  Ringo's face ,  something hard to understand underneath~
                       
                      I get it now, what you were saying all those years ago ,
                    the many sad lonely tears , secret tears , secret fears 
                    For Maxwell's Hammer was a real one . It wanted silence

                    Going back ..remembering when John Lennon died 
                      I was in Arkansas saddened with the world .
                      Then seeing his face saying " Drag isn't it " 
                      No .. this was not my hero in music and song .

                      he was a stand in hired William , he filled his shoes 
                      bringing diversity to create so much beautiful music from loss

                       One left standing , alone;; grief struck on back cover ~
                       The other identity hidden, tried to be part of ..coming together
                                                                                                                                                                        
                            his  world of secrets
                        He to suffers today , in fear , Faul~
                       
                        Too many years gone by .let us tell the Truth. Let us be free
                         The very sad long and winding Road ~
                         Let us Bury our real Paul. 

                         No more " Mystery tour "
                             No more fear 
                                Let him be in peace ~


           Inspired by " The Last Testament of George Harrison , Is Paul Dead ? "

                






Details | Light Poetry | |

ONCE AGAIN THANK YOU

I was just trying to remember the past
 trying to remember the good people
 and the bad people,
 that i came across on my way,

i want you to know
that you are among the good people
 that left a good trace in my life,

once again i just want to say thank you
for passing through my life,
is so short but is wonderful
i want you here forever.


Details | Ballad | |

NO MAN STANDS ALONE - The Ballad of Barney Ross

CHORUS
No man stands alone
in the street, the ring or the combat zone
some lay in the gutter
some sit on a throne
but no man stands alone

At the age of fourteen 
he had a dream
to become a rabbi 
Chicago 1924
then his dad was killed by men
who tried to rob the family store
his brothers and sisters were sent away
to an orphanage where they would stay
and though his faith was blown away
he vowed to bring them home someday

To God and man revenge he swore
he walked with gamblers, 
hoods and whores
he fit right in 
then on a whim
he walked into a boxing gym
he fought Canzoneri in ‘33
for the lightweight title victory
he made up with God 
and finally
he could reclaim his family

Those McLarnon fights 
were the stuff of lore
the only man 
to ever put him on the floor
he won two out of three, 
then in the Armstrong bout
he nearly died 
but was never knocked out
then in 1941
the Japanese pulled a sneaky one
so he joined the marines 
and he got a gun
and he sailed into the rising sun

On Guadalcanal, 
he fought so brave
overmatched like old King Dave
he put twenty attackers 
in an early grave
for the one marine 
whose life he saved
in a hospital bed 
for months and days
they kept him in a morphine haze
then sent him home 
strung out and beat
to the pushers on the mean, mean street

Hollywood was very keen
to put his story on the silver screen
but they focused on the drug abuse
he tried to sue 
but what’s the use?
Barney Ross was brave and strong
they couldn’t keep him down for long
his rabbi said that he must try
to be a model Jew in the public eye

but from the public eye he slipped
like a phantom radar blip
they say he hunted Nazi criminals
and he ran some guns to Israel

Barney Ross was brave and strong
I thought that he deserved a song
he did some bad
he did some good
and he saved the world
the best he could


Details | Narrative | |

In Pleasure

In Pleasure          
By Nate Spears
Published 2013 in “Death OF A Rose” By Nate Spears


White suit, top hat, pride feeling higher than spectacular 
The ugly duckling has opened a new chapter
Revealing transformation that’s becoming a true sensation
Buried in his inaugural feelings of gold treatment
There’s always a silver lining after the disaster
Every battle, each day 
Sanity is mastered
Life tries to defeat us, expiration tries to meets us
But tonight he’s on top of the world
He’s on top of Thee
He’s on top of a feathered fame beak 
This is one hell of a duckling I must proclaim.
Our love floats in current 
Through the City of Jacks
You’re the only Queen of my deck 
As we coast along these sparkling waters splashing our tails
The momentum of the St. Johns River flows to a love hotel
Vapors of our spirits arises above
Elevating beyond the skies
There’s no limit tonight 
As my mind is blown on cloud nine 
With love and happiness is in the atmosphere
Scrolling the screams of these peaceful waters 
With mean swagger
This night is unbelievable 
Unbelievable is this; unbelievable I won’t miss
 
I was once viewed as a total tragedy, with no immunity from havoc
Or grievance
Frowned upon by my community as a under achiever
As if I was an oil spill disaster 
With no relief at hand, 
But to tonight I clean up well with Dawn
 
The river flows peacefully after the storm deforms
Accompanied by grace, I’m accompanied by love
Accompanying my side 
Is a woman of grace.
As we keep our heads above these judgmental waters in Florida
The rivers will flow to Fingers Point
At the end of this place called home sweet home tonight
I’m just a kiss away 
From the Full Moonlight.
 


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I set a place for a KING and a Monster came home instead

His food was ready to be served without hesitating
His bath was drawn and his slippers laid out 
I went out of my way preparing for him all day
"BUT" when arrived to my "SUPRISE"
He came home as a Monster instead 
The gentleness I once knew was left on his job
He walked in the door threw things on the floor
"SLAMMED THE DOOR"
Looked at me strange as if he didn't know my name
ATE and went fast to SLEEP!
I was upset but I didn't complain
"BECAUSE" I had done all I could 
I had set a place for a KING and a Monster came home instead!


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My Tribute To Our Veterans

I was just a little girl when he went to Vietnam
Some went freely, other's were sent by someone called Uncle Sam
Some men ran to Canada, other's Mexico
Some were just to proud to run, like he, they had to go
To fight a war in which it really wasn't even our place
Only to come back home to find heartbreak and disgrace
Heartaches for their broken homes and lives that had gone awry
Is it any wonder that these men break down and cry?
They cry for all the time they've lost fighting in this war
We'll never know how much it's cost, nor even how much more
They'll have to suffer, day by day, for fighting so we wouldn't have to
These men faced our worse nightmares and that's how we said "thank you"?
They never got a waving banner, no ticker-tape parade
No "welcome home son", nor "job well done", no form of accolade
These were our fathers, husbands, sons, our classmates and our friends
For us this war is over, for them it never ends
I'm sorry, but to me it's personal, my dad went over there
I saw and felt what he went through and to say it wasn't fair
Is the biggest understatement of the century
They fought, they feared, they even died
so you and I could stay free
Now my sons are overseas, fighting for me and you
Please God, don't send them home to me
in a box draped in red, white, and blue.


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Smoke in the distance

Smoke in the distance

I saw it in the distance
The air was filled with smoke
A bush fire, it was raging
Oh, lord this was no joke
For I was heading homeward
It was starting to look bad
For my house was up yonder
The fear it drove me mad.

I've seen so many fires
I know what they can do
I nearly lost my home before
It's bad, I'm telling you
The fear was getting stronger
My imaginations, wild
I felt my body trembling
As I panicked like a child.

The thick black smoke was rising
I drove the car like mad
My house might be on fire
Oh, it was looking bad.

As I reached my destination
My fears did melt to nil
I'll remember that grand feeling
I guess I always will
My house it was still standing
That fire had passed on through
Oh lord it felt so wonderful
I don't mind I'm telling you.

14 October 2013 @ 0755hrs.
Peter Duggan, for groove it contest in Country and Western mode
Sorry, the best I can do.


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I just can't live without you my honey-red's

From the first moment I saw you I fell in love.
I knew that I had to have you, and I would do what ever it took to make you mine.
You were such a beaming beauty and you made the ground shake under my feet.
We spent many of happy times together since that day when I made you mine.
Then came that dreadful night when I returned home from a fishing trip to find you gone.
What I felt all along had suddenly come true; I just couldn’t go on living with out you.
Then I saw the letter and it explained what happened and where you could be found.

I went by the next day hoping to sneak a peek at you, but to no avail.
I could have gone over there just to see you, but that wouldn’t do.
I had to straighten something’s out in my immature, selfish life first.
So, I went back home, and over the course of the next few days, I got rid of my toys.
The motorcycle, the ATV, the pool table, the Xbox 360, and even the Kegerator went.

Now, I was ready to make a new start, and take you back home again.
I knocked up on the door, and Pops let me in.  I said “I’m here for my red beauty.”
When I laid eyes on you it was love at first sight all over again.
I brought you a present and opened it up; placing a drop behind each head rest.
I made you a solemn promise that day “I’ll never let anyone shift your gears again!”
I slapped three grand in Pops hand, and we rolled out like a cool breeze on a hot summer’s night. 
Me and my honey-red Corvette.


My entry in Drake Eszes's contest "I just can't live without you" 3.5.11

Ref;  Pops Repo LLC

 A fictional tale...beginning to end


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Pretty Things

Your face is what
becomes my addiction.
I see it in every minute
and each second I am living.
You're all I'm getting
The only topic written down...
It's like sight has become sound.

Your name is the reason that I 
breathe
It's the waking breath in me
All my heart and body needs.
And I...
feel the road getting tough because 
of distance
without the loving kisses
Everything that we are missing now..
But I promise it will all work out...
Just give a little more time
and keep me on your mind, like I do 
you.
Because all that's on mine is when I 
get to you..
It'll be so beautiful...
So beautiful...
So beautiful....

Those pretty things
that people do.
Is all I want to do with you.
These days bring rain
These nights bring rings
We talk about these pretty things.
Your pretty smile, your lovely mind,
This pretty life of yours and mine...
It's all I'm calling out for in my 
dreams...
Your pretty face and all these pretty 
things...

I know it's hard 
through all the space and time,
But we don't have to wait forever
It's just a storm we have to weather
until the day that you are mine...
Whatever else is whatever...
just as long as we're together
Making our way to each other's 
moon.
And we'll be home soon, love...
We'll be home soon...

(Those pretty things
that people do.
Is all I want to do with you.
These days bring rain
These nights bring rings
We talk about these pretty things.)

I can't wait to see your face when I 
wake
But these miles do not hear me
To not have you near me, is...
Just a little more than I can take...
Because this place is just a place
until I see your smiling face...

(Your pretty smile, your lovely mind,
This pretty life of yours and mine...
It's all I'm calling out for in my 
dreams...
Your pretty face and all these pretty 
things...)

Your pretty smile, Your lovely mind.
Is so much more, than space and 
time.
I feel you out there, keep you with 
me.
Hoping these days pass quite quickly.
And though apart we have to be 
(right now, right now, right now!...)
With you is where I'd rather be..
(I'd rather be, I rather be!...)

Those pretty things
that people do.
Is all I want to do with you.
These days bring rain
These nights bring rings
We talk about these pretty things.
Your pretty smile, your lovely mind,
This pretty life of yours and mine...
It's all I'm calling out for in my 
dreams...
Your pretty face and all these pretty 
things...

So keep me close to you, my love.
Keep holding on to all that's us...
I see your face in every room...
I promise you that..
we'll be home soon...
And no matter what tomorrow 
brings...
What we have...
is the prettiest of things...


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On An Airplane (at 18,000 feet)

patches of green, shades of blue,
cotton clouds floating down below,
soaring like angels dressed in white,
silently drifting from such a height.

looking-glass mirror of the blue sea
to where someday I'm longing to be;
lonely mountains like giants they are,
rising and trying to reach a distant star.

where am I heading, where am I going?
when will a restless soul stop roaming?
ask the cold wind or ask the trees,
ask the birds that sing, ask the bees.

the lazy river flows along the way,
a twisting snake like a long highway,
never tired in its journey to the sea,
to the home where it dreams to be.

my home is your soft arms, my love,
your tender lips are all I want to have;
a lake of joy, like a rainbow you are,
I am the earth and you are the star.



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Welcome Home, Sister


She wears a metal bracelet, oh, so proudly,
With a POW’s name upon her arm.
She earns her living working in an office,
Typing letters and filing all those forms.

The girls down at work, they tend to gossip,
They talk about her, but not in an unkind way.
But all the same, sometimes it gets too personal…
On the coffee-break, you ought to hear what the girls say.

Welcome home, sister, tell us about Vietnam,
Welcome home, sister, tell us all about it, if you can—

Now what possessed a girl like you to go over there?
Were you running from yourself?—that’s what we heard.
Did you go for the thrills, did you go for the men, did you like those uniforms?
To carry it on this long, it seems absurd.

Yes, I played Country music for the G.I.’s,
I made that USO club tour scene.
And I rode with body bags in the helicopters…
And I saw a night-club blown to smithereens.

And yes, I go to D.C. on vacation,
I spend a lot of time beside that cold, black wall.
I recognize some names upon the surface…
Sometimes it feels just like I know them all.


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Remembering Brian

Heroes come in all ages and size They are of a common thread A heart of gold rules their essence Showing love beyond expectation For others, they will run the extra mile No matter the need or cause My hero's name was, Brian No superman or batman was he Just a big brother who championed life With much wisdom for a boy of fourteen Some claimed that Brian was an “old soul” With talents beyond his years From repairing broken wings and things To his genuine commitment to caring For siblings and friends alike He rescued many friends from trouble When adults could not be found Amazing bravery and humility Would shine through many times His math skills were quite impressive We marveled at the tree house he built Where we enjoyed his storytelling and jokes The perfect child, Brian never got a scolding One day I escaped an uncle’s wrath Carried to safety upon his shoulders Walking for miles to a neighbor’s home I admit, at six I was not always sweet After he had made sure I would be fine He returned home to await our parents Assuming they'd be home by then Sadly mistaken, Brian took the punishment for me That unforgetable year, God called Brian home ~*~
©01/11/11


Details | Ballad | |

I'm Comin' Home

Well, I'm high on country music.
And my mind, it won't refuse it.
The memories of our love.
I'm comin' home..

And I'm high on constellations.
Buddy, I've got relations.
The memories of our love.
I'm comin' home..

Now, you see it your way.
And baby, I see it my way.
The memories of our love.
I'm comin' home..

'Cause I'm high on country music.
And my mind, it won't refuse it.
The memories of our love.
I'm comin' home..

And I'm high on constellations.
And buddy, I've got relations.
The memories of our love.
I'm comin' home..

Now, you see it your way.
And baby, I see it my way.
The memories of our love.
I'm comin' home..

'Cause I'm high on country music.
And my mind, it won't refuse it.
The memories of our love.
I'm comin' home..

Country Music-Lyric By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1996,2014..ALL rights reserved..


Details | I do not know? | |

My Wishes are Simple





My Wishes are Simple


My wishes are simple,
my desires few,

to gaze upon an ocean,
and marvel at a solitary drop of dew.



My wishes are simple,
my dreams not too grand,

to feel the waves teasing my tired feet,
with no footprints left in the cool, wet sand.



My wishes are simple,
my thoughts serenely gentle, calm,

my heart resting beneath a swaying palm,

healing my being, caressed by nature's soothing balm.





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Solitude

Moonlight kisses the calm, balmy sea,
the cool night is calling me
as I sit by the lonely shore
so far away from our home.

Silence lingers, the wind gently blows
while my thoughts fly back to you,
wait for me, wait for me,
I’ll come home across the sea.

From a distance I hear a sad guitar,
my mind goes to where you are,
your loving face is all I see          
with a voice that beckons to me.

By the light of a yellow, pale moon
I’m dreaming to see you soon,
wait for me, wait for me,
I’ll come home across the sea.


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12 days of kiss-mas

On the 12th day of kiss-mass my true love sent to me
12 dirty undies
11 socks a stinking
10 shoes a humming
9 shirts for pressing
8 trousers 
7 days of take-out boxes
6 flagons of beer
5 D V D's
4 mischievous children
3 dozen wine bottles
2 ex partners
and an engagement ring under the tree


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God Will

God Will
By Nate Spears
Published 2010 in Inspiration 2 Smile by Nate Spears



When the most difficult times arrive
God will get you by 
When your down to you last penny 
God will stick with you
When it seems impossible 
God want let it stop you
Keep strong faith; strong faith will make it hard 
For any weapon formed against you
That weapon shall not commence you
Faith in GOD is nice
Don't give up
Just trust 
Enclose your palms
Spiritual blessing will combust 
When evil's fired your way
God will make your day.


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For My Daughter

Now, I don’t really care, she is my grown-up girl
Once I was the oyster to protect my baby pearl

That was the time, to her a lullaby I would sing
She would gently fall asleep, beneath my caring wings

And now is the time, my girl is busy, full of aggression
Wrinkles on my eyes desperately seek her attention

Then a day arrived when she said, 
‘Mum it’s your birthday, let’s celebrate’

At home I awaited her, for a mother-daughter meet
I cooked chicken for her that day, my darling loves it!

But she dint turn up as promised, my heart sank
I consoled myself, she must be playing pranks

She came home late night, no wishes, no celebration
Just a ‘Good Night’, she had forgotten the occasion

Hush lil heart! She is grown up after all, those emotions won’t stay
Hope she is in safe hands, from the core of my heart I pray!


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Kindergarten

My son knows one plus one is two, and more
That two plus two will always make four
If he can add that all up, he’s ready for starting.

He’ll begin his first day, not home but away
And I know in my heart, that he’ll be ok
On his very first day, of kindergarten.

Kindergarten, kindergarten, kindergarten, kindergarten.

I drove him to school, the first day you know
Because I had a hard time of letting go
It’s never easy, when it comes to parting.

As he walked into class, I had my fears 
But when the crying began, they were my tears
Of joy for his journey, in kindergarten.

Kindergarten, kindergarten, kindergarten, kindergarten.

He took the bus home like all the others
Including his older sister and brother
But when I saw his face, I knew he was smarting.

He said that he didn’t make any friends
I said soon you’ll have a hundred and ten
He smiled and said that he loved kindergarten.

Kindergarten, kindergarten, kindergarten, kindergarten.

It’s been thirty years, they’ve flown by too fast
I naively thought, that they’d always last
Although I try not to feel too disheartened.

Since you never know when, you’ll get that call
From your grandson, who’s so glad and all
That he started his very first day of kindergarten.

Kindergarten, kindergarten, kindergarten, kindergarten.

-For Hallelujah Contest


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He Had a Life

A tear fell from her eye
a smile on her face
as she wrapped her baby up
holding him in place

"He's smart" they said
when they looked at his test
they said he'd go places
in his class he was best

tears fell from his eyes
though he tried to keep them in
his mother just lost a battle
they both had hoped she win

so young and on his own
he tried to make it through
a dark road lay before him
as he lost the life he knew

to poor to pay the bills
though he worked a job or two
they kicked him to the streets
there was nothing he could do

though much older now than then 
he still lives on the streets
he cannot afford a place 
he cannot afford to eat

yet you say he's a drunk
that's he's only got himself to blame
kid's see him on the street
and think oh that guy is lame

but this man has a story
that to believe you'd have to see
this man a life once
as well as a family


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FLYING HOME TO YOU

Flying home to you
Girl, I miss your touch
It's been way too long
Need you so much
My arms don't know 
What they're supposed to do
Just hanging around
Waiting to hold you
My lips only making words
Soon they'll be tasting sweet
When we're together
They'll be feeling heat
In your lover's mind
Oh yeah, burning in his heart
He's already there
Soulmate's never really part
Flying home to you
Living on cloud nine
Oh, your breath gives me wings
Just knowing your mine
Flying home to you 
I'm coming,
I'm coming,
Coming home to you!

Date: 9-30-14


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Man with sorrow

A risky side
A twisted mind 
He's a man with sorrow 
He's a man on his own
I know your secrets
I see you losing control

I want you back
Oh I want you back home
*Chorus*:
To kill your sore
To purify your soul 
But not a glimmer of hope
And not a glimmer of joy
 

You walk with a frozen heart
Making it hard for me 
To leave you alone 
 
Your nonsensical twist
Makes me shiver inside 
 
The more mysterious he gets
The more attractive it gets 
 
Chorus:
But not a glimmer of hope
Not a glimmer of joy 
(2x) 
 
Your fatal deadly thoughts
Make me scream for more
 
I can never show, how much my love
For you was strong 
But you're the one I blame
 
I'm craving on saving you
So I can slay you on my own
 
I try to forget,
But I find myself with regrets 
 
You looked at me and said it straight
With no circles to spin
Baby turning the page,
Will lead us nowhere...
 
But not a glimmer of hope 
Nor a glimmer of joy 
I know your secrets 
I see losing control 
You're the one I blame
You're the one I crave.

**please feel free to correct and comment! :) ** MS-