Home Beautiful Poems | Examples
These Home Beautiful poems are examples of Beautiful poems about Home. These are the best examples of Beautiful Home poems written by international poets.
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in thuh cup uv mine
dukes
her taut
rest'n
moaning
each syllable
pellucidly
i hear her
happy 'bout my back
home
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Yawning sun, waves the chaos for peace,
For a while, sorrow sleeps and curses cease.
Drowning sky guides the birds ,way for home,
Blushing clouds build the delusional dome.
traffic rests for breath,
A moment for us ,no fear and death.
Echoes of silence in air speak,
All tiny souls roam and peek.
Nature admires their work and sings,
A song of love and wisdom swings.
The evening wind cools the desert fire,
All feel grateful – in spite of their desire.
Burden and scars sleep beneath the evening breeze,
All hearts find comfort, all minds feel ease.
and before us a big strawberry moon
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Turn where the willow's tears still fall,
And follow where the river's call,
Through meadows green beyond the wall,
Where whispers echo down the hall
Of ancient secrets, big and small.
Cross over bridges spun from dreams,
Through shimmering, sun-dappled streams.
The path forks left on fairy gleams,
To where the lonely star-seed teems
Upon a hill of pastel schemes.
And when the twilight paints the sky,
Where sleepy clouds go floating by,
You'll see a garden, low and high,
Where painted stones with magic lie,
Beneath the watch of one small fly.
A waterfall of silver sighs
Will lead you past the startled eyes
Of little gnomes who tell no lies,
To where the golden poppy tries
To touch the home that never dies.
I choose to call her Sally,
because she holds a place
no one else can reach.
There’s something about her smile
Yet I can only call it perfect.
And in her eyes,
a spark lives,
the kind that ignites fire,
the kind you can’t look away from.
And somehow,
just being near her
feels like coming home.
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(based on Psalm 23)
Verse 1
I don’t need much — not when You’re here
You find me a place where the noise disappears
Grass under my back, sky overhead
And quiet water where I clear my head
Verse 2
You don’t push — You wait, You breathe
You let me rest, You let me be
Then You point out a path I can trust
And somehow, I follow — not because I must
Chorus
Even when it’s dark, I don’t shake
Even when the road gives way
You’re not a voice from far away
You’re right beside me — You stay
Verse 3
There’s danger around, but You set a table
I’m shaking, but somehow I’m still able
To eat, to drink — You lift my face
Like I’m not out of place in this place
Bridge
You never promised easy
But You’ve never let me go
I’ve doubted You in daylight
But You’ve stayed through every low
And somehow love keeps chasing me
Like it knows just where I’ll be
Final Chorus
Even when I run, You don’t let go
Even when I break, You still see hope
You walk me home — no shame, no sound
Just You and me, on holy ground
Note: Nothing brings greater comfort and joy than being loved and led by my Shepherd!
I carried so many wounds since childhood -
all along, as my Mom behaved so rude.
Being deprived of Mom’s care - affection,
my childhood turned a curse: Shame to mention!
School happened to close on recess one day.
I went to a friend’s house to enjoy and play.
Engrossed, I was not alert on time gap
I reached home too late. Mom gave me a slap.
Normal reception , but on next moment,
She burst in tears which I did not expect.
She wept and said ‘Where had you been my child?
I was so scared to lose you, where to find?’
That big slap turned nicest scar in my heart,
though my mother always left me apart.
I realised, behind her strong bitter harshness
Motherly love somewhere flowing ceaseless .
That’s my sweetest precious memory :
Beautiful wound regarding Mom’s story.
You're beautiful like no other,
Your smile can melt the hardest stone,
You were raised well by your mother,
Good home training you've always shown.
Many stars shine in night's vast sky,
But none as bright as the dog star,
With wisdom no one can decry,
With joy no foe can ever mar.
Joy not only shines on your face,
It lights a beacon in my heart –
Your beauty blooms with pomp and grace,
The love you bring forth from the start.
You're a beauty with great wisdom,
A genius blessed with brain and poise,
Love and grace flow in your system,
With candor yet making no noise.
Well-blessed is the day you were birthed,
Your uniqueness that day unearthed,
The sun ever since shines brighter,
And darkness descends much lighter.
Your gentle breezes clear the skies,
Cries of hatred your love dries,
Had two more like you graced the world,
Peace everywhere would be unfurled.
Roots That Breathe Within My Heartbeat
At every step,
their shadow guides me,
My father, steady as an oak in the breeze,
my mother, tenderness in all that feeds.
Their hands wove the thread of my fate,
with patience, love, and a steady gait.
Though time may rush and the world may spin,
my heart always flows back to them within.
I am the fruit of their strength and gaze,
with each triumph, I embrace them again.
No gold nor glory could ever replace,
the warmth in their eyes when I return to their space.
And if life ever calls me to roam,
I’ll carry their voices as my way home.
If loving you
was all I was ever meant to do,
then I’m glad
I did it
with everything I had.
No, we didn’t last.
But for a while,
didn’t we feel infinite?
You smiled—
and the world softened.
I spoke your name—
and it sounded like home.
Even now,
some part of me still believes
we met for a reason
bigger than goodbye.
I wanted forever,
you only stayed for a chapter—
but oh,
what a beautiful page we were.
You were never mine to keep,
and yet,
I carry you in every quiet song,
in sunsets,
in soft rains,
in the way I still look for your shadow
in the crowd.
And maybe this—
this aching sweetness,
this almost-love—
is enough.
Because not all love stories
are meant to stay.
Some just come
to teach us
how deeply we can feel.
So no—
I won’t call it a tragedy.
You were a poem
my heart got to read once.
And even if it ends there,
I’m grateful
you were ever written
at all.
?Black soil 'n' seeds
?Black waters
?Black axe
?Black trees
?All grew the girl into a woman
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?Black house
?Black home
?Black hue
?Black terrain
?All grew the boy into a man
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?Black weather
?Black wind
?Black storm
?Black war
?All grew the feeble into a strong one
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?Black strips black
?Black bruises black
?Black vies against black
?Black beats black black 'n' blue
?All makes the good to snap
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?Black is beautiful
?Black is not bad
?Black makes for sovereign peace
?Black is mother earth
?Black breeds beautifully brave babies
When the night is soft and shadows sigh,
I gather pieces of who I've been,
Underneath a silver-breathing sky—
The broken heart, the fractured skin.
I’ve worn the weight of wordless ache,
A cloak of silence stitched by stars,
Still I rise, though pathways break,
Barefoot tracing memory’s scars.
The moon bends low with lantern light,
A silent guide for those who roam,
It whispers softly through the night:
You are not lost. You’re simply home.
Though darkness clings and sorrow hums,
A quiet bloom of hope appears,
It roots itself where heartbreak drums,
A fragile pulse beyond the tears.
I am not whole, yet still I move,
Each step a tender, whispered prayer,
A testament that I’ll improve—
That dawn awaits beyond despair.
The dawn, she paints with golden breath,
A canvas born from darkest hue,
Reminding me that even death
Can birth beginnings, fresh and new.
So softly now, I rise again,
With hands reborn from ash and dust,
A heart once marred begins to mend—
In morning’s light, in quiet trust.
I’VE MOVED ON
They had me in a box I am movin on
I am moving on my Father raised me up
I am moving on I stand above the clouds
I am moving on was in despair
I am moving on I’m out of there
I am moving on graced and peace stares
I am moving on My Father cares
I’ve risin rose beyond the storms
I’m in my Father’s home
I’ve overcome by His love
I’ve moved on
I’m moving on Hallelujah
I’ve moved on
7/6/25
Written words & music by James Edward Lee Sr.2025©
From “I CRY OUT TO YOU”
Wilted flowers
Wilted flowers lie in empty fields
Days pass as flies scour,
Leaving the decomposing ideas to be eaten.
The sun flickers as each minute weans by
An empty shell of you left in bloody waters.
A quiet silence crowding the space your words claimed.
The once blooming pedals, scorned by your nectar.
Craving the burn you bring into my veins; no longer able to be muzzled
A type of silent desire for chaos and destruction.
A desire for deforestation.
What started as weeds being plucked,
Turned to mowing down rose bushes.
Muddy boots left on waxed floors,
Destruction on the original wood grain that was once admired by generations.
Floors handcrafted from trees outside of what I wanted to call home.
Someplace silence was peace and peace was expected rather than craved.
Pruned roses left puddles of milkweed
Each droplet going sour the second it fell,
The bitter taste of cyanide leaked out of your pores into its water supply.
Empty plots. Pesticides. Ripped roots.
What can the matter be Forbidden is the tree of words of earth giving! But for me the feel the taste the spiritual touch that is given is amorous complete yet all of me know it is forbidden on earths judgmental realms of being to late to see the forest for the trees
My Spirits seems to understand the dilemma forbidden yes the soul is loved.And yes!
Love so protective so sweet so calm my burning souls adoration calls my name in the love song zone heart to heart for my attention in his life realm bleeds the request with tears this should be forbidden. Where love falls forbidden and all knew why! What can the matter be a glowing tree of speech expressions rides high to be oh to be at home with love where peace be but forbidden when love is free so close but so far away my mind never knew this would lead to the Lords request journey of me. So let it be. Soul untimely tree let the Lord's will be done to face the jealousy so cruel as the grave dead works dead words for God's will must be done what a journey now jealousy fires arise of another at least three how can they be claiming me my love my time when am only one women in love!
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