At Home Poems - Poems about At Home

I was a competent, happy housewife, but that was before my husband died, Leaving me to rear myriad children solo, as the lone star twinkles with pride. John had left us a prosperous farm, with a lovely...Read the rest...

The shadow cast by twilight's breath, A tale transpire, of life and death. A refuge boy, adrift and torn, From distant lands, in agony borne. To Italy's shores, he finds his way, Where ancient mutters softly sway. Betwixt the olive groves,...Read the rest...

Why can't they fix the roof that is leaking on to me How about the gutters full of holes for all to see My windows no one can see out of ,I wish a real estate agent...Read the rest...

green and white sign "Welcome to Colorful Colorado" greets my eyes as Mt Blanca rises smooth and elegant as a wedding cake draped with fondant late April snow coated majestic and proud reaching up through the clouds it strikes the home chord...Read the rest...

We’re cleaning out the shed And tossing out a lot of stuff. Although we’ve filled up several bags, It isn’t quite enough. There’s so much more that’s left for us To go through and decide If it is destined for...Read the rest...

Sometimes I find myself inside A mind of happy man Who does everything all right Much better than I can Owns a house near the sea Breathing coastline air There he sits, with book and tea In his garden chair I can read...Read the rest...

Old Spanish home Compliments with neon lights Blends age with freshness....Read the rest...

Time to be respectable I live in two homes in my mind I’m both Frida and Diego Like me, they lived in Twin Houses The tortured me lives in the blue one The elephant in the red and white The one...Read the rest...

Garden Villa Suite bring me cozy and comfort Feels me that I'm home....Read the rest...

What’s a homeland, I don’t know Sounds a bit too much symbolic I’ve got no land of my own So it turns out hyperbolic This home concept is not real Could be my imagination Sort of melancholy...Read the rest...

Clouds of grey hues, Swim across the air above. A dove is flying high, Racing to reach his nest below. You can feel the rain, Drizzling droplets from the sky. Pouring as it comes, Faster and faster raindrops...Read the rest...

Surrender to sleep at last! What a misery, keeping watch all night, wide awake. Soon you’ll succumb to sleep and escape all your troubles. Sleep. — Homer, translation by Michael R. Burch Passage home? Impossible! Surely...Read the rest...

The antiquated train station in Omaha could make a marvelous house Are you kidding? My spouse asked. You are kidding, right? I was not kidding, my mind saw a potential no one else saw. We bid on it,...Read the rest...

Today I cleaned for hours Getting rid of mostly dust. If I did this more often, I’d feel less worn out, I trust. Yet unlike many others, Who have homes that sparkly shine, No one would ever use that phrase About...Read the rest...

Green in the background A narrow path paved stones That led to my home...Read the rest...