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Details | Sonnet | |

Welcome Home

Waiting, I'm patiently waiting for
your ship to sail on back to shore
Time standing still, does it even exist
It's been too long since we once kissed

Your scent on my pillow fading away
Wishing and hoping you were here this day
I lay in the darkness thinking of you
and of the day all of our dreams come true

Sounds of footsteps creaking on the pine floor
Gentle knocking upon my bedroom door
Visions of beauty, visions so clear
My meaning, my whole has finally appeared

Crawl into my arms, crawl into my heart
Our two lives together, no longer apart

Copyright © Tim Smith

Details | Free verse | |

Welcome Home

I woke up today greeted by rain
Yet my heart is filled with light
My friend
My sweet friend
She has returned

She heard my call
Read my words
Felt my sadness 

Others added their voices
Comforted me
Expressed love for her
There is grace within this place
Amongst The thorns
At times it can drain
Be a source of pain
Yet it lifts us once again

We humans have our faults
He hurt one another
Sisters friends and brothers
Yet we are more
Much more
We are better together
Within the storms we weather

Today is a day of celebration
Filled with elation
After contemplation
Becca has returned
So on my face is a smile
I let out a sigh

I never wanted to say goodbye

Copyright © Richard Lamoureux

Details | Acrostic | |

Welcome Home

W eeping fills the hangar as his casket is brought out,
E mbraced by Old Glory's colors, a fitting soldier's shroud.
L oved one's hearts are shattered, future hopes, dreams are crushed;
C omrades in arms salute him, adding a bittersweet touch.
O verwhelming grief consumes those left behind,
M eaningless words, platitudes spoken to be kind.
E arnest tales of bravery told of him who died.

H eavy with emotion, a nation shares regrets,
O ffering condolences to those who won't forget.
M any a brave soldier has been welcomed home this way.
E nding future ventures, they've come home to stay.

Entered in Susan Burch's Little Viewed Jewels contest.

Copyright © Kim Merryman

Details | Lanterne | |

Welcome Home



Flames flicker

Shadow boxing


Welcome home!

For Brian's "Light My Fire" Contest. (Lanterne!)

Copyright © Frances King

Details | Diminished Hexaverse | |

Welcome Home Storm

Whipping gulf clouds burn
Sheets of sideways rain
People's worried smiles
hurry, pass me by
I'm a lazy girl

Rumbling starts in
Slashing lightning
I mosey home
to watch the storm

Slow feet now
Pellet rain
Lock the door

Sweet sound
Tire me


Copyright © Tatyana Carney

Details | I do not know? | |

Welcome home dad

The sun shines through my window,
Awakening me with its warmth.
My eyes open to the light that it sheds on me,
My day begins.

I grab my shower,
Feeling the water as it sooths my mind.
I put my clothes on ,
And begin a new day.

I enter the hostile world,
The crooks,thieves,and vigilants.
I fight my way to work,
Through the road rage and never ending traffic.

The day is over,
I fight my way back home.
I enter the door and lean against it,
And the most wonderful thing happens.

My daughter takes my hand,
All the strife of the day just,

Copyright © Charles Ruble

Details | Kyrielle | |

Welcome to my Home

Special welcome friend, come right in to my place of quiet serene. 
Welcome to my Holiday home at this special time of year.
Of Master’s love and your’s my friend  of wisdom’s grace may I glean,
 As we dismiss St Nicholas myth this Christmas season’s cheer.

Three water pots filled of water be ready, heart, soul and mind.
Welcome to my Holiday home at this special time of year.
Welcome is thy mouth,  of abundant life spout, pour in new wine.
We shall drink and be merry, wine of Sharon, on midnight clear.

Bright eyed of Christ mass, humbled children, these special gifts I would, 
welcome to my Holiday home at this special time of year.
I would this season of bliss would kiss, as the brotherhood should.
Often blossoms love and kindness in this blessed season cheer.

My humble dwelling my log cabin near lively stream of life,
welcome to my Holiday home at this special time of year.
Where the Lamb and Lion lie together having not any strife.
By  the virgin void my home serene came on a midnight clear!

Come fish with me in narrow strait beneath arch of heaven’s gate!
Welcome to my Holiday home at this special time of year,
my friends of late let us cleans the slate by dip in narrow strait.
A dip in peaceful river serene clears all the concept’s fear.

Corner stone, concepts rejection the same is heart protected.
Welcome to my Holiday home at this special time of year,
`Tis faith, love material erected, though minds rejected. 
Welcome! My eternal Christmas home, of paranormal cheer!

For contest: Holiday Home
Sponsored by Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.C.

Copyright © john freeman

Details | Villanelle | |

A belated welcome home

Written in 1981 after attending a Viet Nam veterans welcome home parade.

They march in step without a cadence call
and wear old uniforms, if they still fit,
recalling days when they were standing tall.

Five services, they represent them all; 
a few in rolling chairs, required to sit.
They march in step without a cadence call.

On their parade a somber rain did fall,
but these were warriors not inclined to quit;
while some men heard the drummer not at all.

The flagless streets and silence they recall;
now greeted with a smile instead of spit.
They march in step without a cadence call.

On skeptic ears polite applause did fall,
for causes lost, but not their part in it;
while some men heard the drummer not at all.

The tears for those who died will ever fall
belatedly, a candle now was lit.
While some men hear the drummer not at all,
they march in step without a cadence call.

Copyright © Wayne Sapp

Details | Lyric | |

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.

Copyright © Steve Eng

Details | Free verse | |

Welcome Home, My Child

Getting sleepy with eyes falling tired
Drift away into a new sense of wonder
Longing for purpose that seems to fade away
With every step, God whispers, "Stay...
"Slow down My Child, you're going too fast
Take a look around at My Home for you at last
Take all in the Love I have for you
And don't fret over fear of what I want from you
I love you Child more than you could ever know
You are My Child; I am your Home
And I will never let you go
All I want is for you to love Me too
Welcome Home, My Child
I love you."

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin

Details | Free verse | |

Welcome Home

My precious son, welcome home
Let me hold you, embrace you, for you are not alone
My how you’ve changed, what battle has done
From serving your country, my soldier son

Your shoulders are broader, your face is like stone
Your hands are all battered, ankles worn to bone
You’ve shed lots of blood, and flood many tears
For you are a man, who’s truly faced fears

You’ve done the unthinkable, and have taken a life
And prayed for the courage, to do it in strife
You’ve lost many brothers, in battle abroad
And know that they rest, in a place next to God

I know who you are, because Im the same man
Now sit back and listen, while I hold your hand
I’ll tell you a tale, of freedom and pride
For I am God’s son, like you I have died

You see I’ve been a soldier, since the beginning of time
Fighting for good, my mission divine
I’ve died for Gods children, which you too have done
Your master is thankful, my soldier son

You were not blessed, with riches or gold
But with gifts much greater, than can ever be sold
You see god made you, with one mission in mind
To protect his creation, your mission divine

I know you have scars, that run deep inside
That man cannot see, but from me they can’t hide
Now hand me those burdens, in me you confide
Lay them at my feet, I’ll wear them with pride

Your mission is over, so lets take you home
To meet our great father, the man on the throne
He loves you so much, for what you have done
I welcome you home, my soldier son

Rhett Connolly, Author>

Copyright © rhett connolly

Details | Rhyme | |

The Welcome Mat in Front of Our Home

This family fears God above. Within these walls, there will always be love. The door will constantly be open to the good. I want that to be unequivocally understood. If you are good, you will always be welcome. We don't care where you are going, or where you are from. See the welcome mat in front of our home? While it is there, you will never have to roam. inspired by another member's poem

Copyright © Robert Pettit

Details | Kyrielle | |

Welcome to my Holiday Home

Carols are hummed by the mom of this home
Christmas lights are shining for the ones I hold dear
A hot chocolate with creamy foam?
Welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year

The oven is baking, the blender is shaking, yum!
Nativity is reminding me to praise and not fear
Faithful ones in search of a babe come
Welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year!

working on it.

Copyright © Doris Culverhouse

Details | I do not know? | |


this is the home
thats not alone
its a house of god
its smooth as lard
 for him we work hard
if you stop by
we will meet eye to eye
and try
to you let you be
and feel here free
make you feel you belong

Copyright © kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr

Details | Rhyme | |

Welcome Home Soldier Boy

Food is cooking
Kids are playing
Dog is barking
My hearts swaying
At the news I have received
Feeling stunned and so relieved
My soldier boy is coming back
Safely from this war attack
That's been going on for years
Leaving families crying tears
Waiting for that special day
A loved ones voice is heard to say
I'll be home in a day or two
With open arms for holding you
Tightly never letting go
Joyful tears will start to flow
From my eyes that can now see
My baby boy in front of me
A prayer that I've wished for a while
Since the army took my child
To a far away off place
And a dangerous camp base
My heart now has a joyful beat
And my life is so complete
Knowing he is here for now
But I know someday somehow
He'll be called away again
And more prayers will then be sent
To protect my son and others
Every sister every brother
Moms and dads
Husbands and wives
Please don't let them lose their lives

Copyright © robin davis

Details | Free verse | |

a welcome home: part I

as the hypocrite talking head
seeking re-election in 2012
tells us all that this empire (which continues to wield its
sledge hammer upon the world)
this “land of the free”
(who demands that all others follow in its 
is one which “unlike the old empires,”
does not force its will upon the people of this planet
“for territory or resources,”
a soldier watching
shoves their finger down their throat
forcing themselves to vomit up the 
utterly visceral disgust
which accompanies the knowledge that
s/he has taken part in making Iraq

the soldier is coming home to a country
whose chose the spending of money on
bashing Afghanistan & Iraq 
to be more important than providing employment,
universal healthcare,
affordable housing or
a decent education system
to its own citizens---
instead we have taken pleasure in killing those abroad
so that they will be forced to be like us---
so that one day they can have
skyrocketing unemployment,
no health care,
no affordable housing or
a decent education system 
(that is, if they don’t already reside in such a state as a 
product of our entrance & extraction of all their
resources for use within our borders).

Copyright © andrew delapruch

Details | I do not know? | |


this is the home
thats not alone
its a house of god
its smooth as lard
 for him we work hard
if you stop by
we will meet eye to eye
and try
to you let you be
and feel here free
make you feel you belong

Copyright © kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr

Details | Rhyme | |

Child, Welcome Home

  Child, Welcome Home

I was traveling towards the light when darkness suddenly fell.
So I headed towards the singing and the ringing of the bell.
When I was greeted by a woman dressed in sparkling white,
Who smiled warmly and guided me towards the light.
With a new found eagerness I walked away alone,
When a voice from the choir said, “Child, Welcome Home”.
My heart was overfilled, replacing which was sad,
For I was looking forward to greeting mom and dad.
I instantly started singing a song I never knew,
About the love of a Savior who’s wisdom is tried and true.
Feelings of anxiety and loneliness were erased from my mind,
Replaced with a joy of a completely different kind.

As I walked the sparkling street my eyes began to strain,
From the brilliance of the presence, and “I AM” was his name.
He took me by the hand, as the choir began to sing,
Jesus Loves The Little Children, and Glory To The King.
He knelt down to my level then swooped me in his arm,
I never felt so warm and completely safe from harm.
He told me of patience and how the time would quickly come,
When my family would be united and we would live here as one.
So please stop your crying and try not to be sad,
I’m waiting for you in heaven, I love you Mom and Dad.

Copyright © Jeff Morehead

Details | Haiku | |

Welcome Home

The Swallows return

    Like old friends we welcome home 

        Until they depart...

Copyright © Sharon Ruebel

Details | Rhyme | |

Welcome home

Lost in the wilderness 
For so many years
Suffering the loneliness 
With no one to dry his tears.
His sanity depending 
Upon his beautiful memories
Climbing mountains never ending 
Alone with the valley's streams and tree's.

He is escaping life's pressures 
The pain that haunts his mind
Taking drastic measures
Himself he has to find .
Sleeping outdoors under the sky above
Feeding from the land 
He remembers his true love
and the life that they had planned.

By campfire he's smiling 
Feeling so serene 
Her beauty so beguiling 
Tonight of her he'll dream.
Butterflies ascending 
In his heart he knows 
Forever love he's defending 
and it follows wherever he goes.

He gathers his belongings 
Packing them in his canoe 
The sound of rapids thronging
He knows what he must do.
He'll hug her eagerly 
No more will he roam 
Then kiss her tenderly 
As she whispers ''welcome home''

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Details | Imagism | |


In the village that where my life burrow
In the fields, I roam and play
In Catholic School, my knowledge grow
Through experience, I mature in bay

Coconut trees adorns the house
Luscious grasses floods in clause
Flowers of white, pink & red invites 
To anyone who passes, it entice

Familiar persons halts and talk
A wink, a wave or a little distance walk
Shared by youth, couple and folks
Freely caring, not effacing a hulk

Children roam and run
Everyone seem having fun
Under the warmth of the sun
As if a goddess span her wand

Turning a regular day to a special one
Everyone will try to welcome
It must be! It must be!
This should be a wonderful realm

By: olive_eloi

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo

Details | Haiku | |

Welcome Home

huge ageless smiles
timeless grins of new found joy
welcome home my love

Copyright © Richard Bates

Details | Light Poetry | |



I approach the gates of
heaven - I see God 
standing there,
He smiles at me so 
warmly - he really does
so care.
The scene is so surreal,
the angels are smiling
too - 
But the place is really
so quiet - there's never
any queue.

I check in at the pearly
gates - a man with a
long, long white beard,
He asks me very friendly;
'are you feeling tired?'
He gives me a hug and
I start to cry - as this is
now my home - 
I am now in club paradise - 
where I'm free to roam!

I look on down from
in the fountain - I see
my family all crying;
'But God tells me they
will all live on - and start
a new beginning?'
God takes me by the
hand - and he smiles
so bright at me,
He then pats me on 
the shoulder - and all I
feel is glee.

So now I am in heaven - 
there isn't any more
I can just sit down all
peacefully - and watch
the clouds make rain.
I am at peace - this is
true - I'm in a heavenly
But please don't mourn
too long for me - I really
do feel ace?

You won't believe the
sights I see - it really
is a dream,
We all sit and dine 
together - and even eat
ice cream!!
The magic of the new
kingdom - is always
open to you,
Always believe in the
miracle of heaven - it
happens to be...TRUE!


Copyright © Darryl Ashton

Details | Haiku | |


Smile of loud parade
   All confetti in the air
        A hero’s welcome!

Copyright © Lei Strauss

Details | Dramatic Verse | |

welcome home

you'd awakened my senses again 
forming of calm nectar giving off a ray 
of colorful hues pastel pines scents 
my thoughts were vague withered beneath 

me while my eyes danced a certain wilderness 
I suppose tamed an yet wildly moved beyond 
the hidden currents of you and I why I folded 
above a chafe finding an yet you were there again 

just like before I'd catered to the grand posture 
of the unseen snowcapped mountains beaming 
throughout sunlit branches covering the forestry 
tapered about warm meaningful lessons gathered 

just so as I began to drift quietly entering into 
soft dimensional haste your shyness of a hesitant 
need to pull out away from my foundation 
while nestled so neatly a tethered fit roughly 

bruised an yet healed instantly forming a newness 
while i eagerly welcomed your home coming feast

Copyright © Yolanda Jones

Details | Kyrielle | |

Welcome to My Holiday Home

Hospital wards and waiting rooms do not take holiday breaks
When a loved one is so seriously ill it is hard to celebrate
So bravely he said in the ICU family room as strangers all drew near:
“Welcome to my Holiday Home at this special time of year.”

Some were visiting fathers whom had hearts that had given out
Some had little children there and their faith was left in doubt
He was there to be with his wife, the woman he held so dear –
“Welcome to my Holiday Home at this special time of year.”

“I know that I know none of you and I hope I am not being rude;
And I know the decorations in here really are awfully crude;
But I thought it might just help a little to bring some Christmas in here –
Welcome to my Holiday Home at this special time of year.”

They shared handshakes and hugs and told some wonderful stories
About the loved ones they were visiting and hopes of future glories
Some stress was released and strangers helped wipe each other’s tears –
“Welcome to my Holiday Home at this special time of year.”

Doctors dropped in and nurses, too, to pass along some news
Knowing that this was no place to be if anyone could choose
They saw people who once were strangers all now family, quite clear –
“Welcome to my Holiday Home at this special time of year.”

As the season came to an end some of the patients did go home
Unfortunately for others there they would leave the hospital alone
But everyone forever remembered the husband who met them with this cheer –
“Welcome to my Holiday Home at this special time of year.”

Copyright © Joe Flach

Details | Sonnet | |

Welcome Back Home

I will be with you tonight,
Fondly sharing the love of your beholding sight,
Embraced meanwhile by the warmth of your absence,
Blazing passion causes me to be happy,
Distance displays disputes readily promoting a fight.
Thus conflict arouses beeping conscience,
Challenges cautiously undergone spark up our zeal,
Scattered arrangement declares the shyness of my heart,
Always adjudged is I as evidently scrappy,
True to it is our love as the mild touch of a moonlight folk tale,
My Angel; certainly our love is measurable on no earthly scale,
Fortunately I gained the love others resolved to steal,
You remain the key to unlock my passion in the illuminating darkness of a night,
Softly my heart craves for your deserved presence.

Copyright © Prince Yusuf

Details | Rhyme | |

Welcome Home, Soldier

The brave young soldier had served his tour in the dreadful battle,
Midst the deafening roar of cannon and the muskets' constant rattle!
He'd spent months in the trenches in the cold, the mud and gore,
And had seen his valiant brothers fall and learned the futility of war.

He'd finished his tour of duty and was heading home to take his rest.
Comrades escorted him to the plane saying, "Buddy, you did your very best!"
Alas, he had fallen and was placed aboard a C-130 known as the "Angel Flight".
In a casket he lay in the dimmed cargo space as they sped on through the night.

He had fought heroically with members of his platoon at his side.
He had taken the solemn oath to serve his country with unabashed pride.
Sadly, he would not hear 'welcome home' by his kin with great elation,
Nor be embraced with longing arms or hear the praise of a grateful nation.

No!  He heard angelic choirs and God's tender welcome to his eternal home,
As he took his final bourne on high through that vast celestial dome.
God said, "Welcome home, Soldier!  May I present you with this crown!
You have served Me and My people with honor and great renown!"

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved

Copyright © Robert L. Hinshaw

Details | Narrative | |


She came in a fancy car on the dirt track lane where there have been many donkey races, marble competitions and a lot more exciting games.  It has been fourteen years since we’ve seen Franey, we sure didn’t know what to expect.  Ma was always sad because Franey wasn’t there but she would put on a brave face for Jessie-ray, pa and me and when we weren’t around she would cry and that troubled me.
Franey was the kind of girl who wanted to grow up real fast.  By the time she was eighteen she ran as fast as she could from Jamaica to the land of opportunity where she lived.  She use to write to us and promise to come visit but those were just empty promises for a lonely soul.  Finally that visit came, too bad it had to be fourteen years, and too bad Papa had to die first.  I for one will never forgive her because his dying wish was to see her.  She was her favorite and when she left he tried to find her in me but he couldn’t.
She stepped from the car and walked up our lane Ma and Jessie-ray ran to meet her, she hugged and kissed them.  Then she walked up to the porch “Hi Mary-Jane you going to sit there or are you going to welcome me.” I forced myself to answer her “hi Franey” I watched as she walked into the room.  It pained my heart to see Ma and Jessie-ray falling for her sad display of grief.  I peeped through the window and saw them I couldn’t stand it so I ran to my hiding spot at the lake just to avoid her. 
In the dusk of evening I returned home only to see my Ma crying, I realized that the beautiful Franey had left because she couldn’t handle the lost of Papa but I knew better.  Franey is a runner everybody knew it but they were just too scared to admit it lucky for me I am not afraid.  It looks as if she came with the wind and left with it.  It’s not welcome home Franey it’s I’ll never see you again.

Copyright © Terrica Richards

Details | Free verse | |

Welcome Home my friend

Welcome home my friend
it has been twenty four months
since you’ve departed
our islands in the sun
for the harsh cold winters
of the Canadian landscape in the north

Welcome home my friend
I bet you've missed
tanning in our warm and glorious
Bahamian sunshine
and chilling underneath
 your favorite coconut palm
at your favorite spot at Love Beach

Welcome home my friend
I bet you've missed rushing to the spectacular beats
of the Junkanoo in the morning and dancing in the moonlight
with your man at the Rake and Scrape Festival on Cat Isle
I hope you enjoy your journey back home to your domain
of the sun, sand and sea

                                                                      Written by Mia Pratt 2014

Copyright © Mia A.S. Pratt