Belonging Poems - Poems about Belonging

Yesterday I forgot how to fly. I went to take off and the sky wouldn't take me. Clouds too puffed up to let someone like me into their streets. They must have taken them - my wings. They think I don't belong there. I know because that's where the rest of humanity is - on the ground. Now that I think about...

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"Romantic lovers require from each other at least the facade of reason: The desire to be what romantic love makes us appear in the other's eyes. We want to imagine we are deserving of the love we inspire." ~Maggie Gallagher We've been slow dancing— romancing in a seductive prelude Wooed by the...

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What do I do? Where do I go? Will there ever be a day When I'm certain of what I know? I compare myself to others far too easily Hoping to become a person I'm never meant to be Does anyone else mourn the death of childhood Just as much as I? Or stand alone in winter's chill And admire the starry sky? Sentimentalism haunts...

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At dusk, at the beginning of the night, the majestic divine transition; the sun undoes its yellow splendor The moon presents its silvery glow... ...

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I was born with the meaning of home running through my veins, like sunlight weaving through branches, casting warmth on cold earth. In shadows, I gathered light, each ray a promise, each beam a whisper filling spaces of despair. With hands outstretched, I became a...

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my dog is loved and that’s a fact yet it lives in fear of abandonment why so i ask you have a home it’s never happened you’ve never been left behind you’re safe why is it you live in fear when I head out that door your panic so intense frantically pacing your heart is racing it’s a primal fear wild beyond control how can i put your mind at ease? AP:...

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Fresh ocean air Oh, take me there! To the place below the hill Three hundred years I hold it dear Ancestors can be felt still For all I've roamed My heart knows home And it cannot get it's fill How does it long! For ancient song And the view from mine own sill A seat of peace My mind's at ease Oh, the terrors a place can kill Soon I'll...

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My life’s story is a lonely tale only my faith enabled strung. I moved too much to belong anywhere or keep a friendship knit. The hurts as an army brat continued when grown to render me stung. Just core family love constantly soothed my tears and aided my grit. Lonely hits always made me wonder why He sent...

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A nomad wanders in labyrinthine wasteland of the denuded life, desolate, the sinuous dusty track takes me to the obscure terrain of forlorn nowhere. My soul’s lattice, entranced, migrates mystified, ...

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You leave without asking them to wait. You disappear without expecting them to remember. And yet— when the time comes, they show up. Not with questions. Not with expectations. Just with the quiet knowing that you are still here, that you are still you, that you were never forgotten. And that is enough....

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i have lived in houses that kept me, but never held me. i was a guest in my own life— told to give, but never to take. told to understand, but never to be understood. told to forgive, but never to ask why. they built my life like a cage and called it safety. locked the doors and named it protection. when their choices crushed my ribs, they asked why i...

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A pitch black road A bus filled with strangers but one destination Tranquility and uninvited peace It's the journey to the motherland for the first time I get to breath in the air of home and feel wanted Because it's home it won't matter where I go I will still belong.because it's home the sand on the ground...

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Adoptee Victim of the Holidays by Corey Quinn (Chaotic rhyme scheme to match my emotional state) As I enter the home to over salted deviled eggs, loud dogs and poisonous side conversations, the adoptive family quickly unleashes their shallow holiday greetings and stale smiles. The black sheep of the family has entered the home with the people pleaser...

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Why does everyone I love leave? No matter how hard I try to hold on, They always manage to go… Is this what is meant for me? Eternal Solitude? I should be grateful for the time their friendship has stayed with me But who should you share that gratitude with if everyone leaves you? So here I am, Left alone with my thoughts...

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So we are broken, So we are in pieces. Sometimes broken enough to fit the next person's puzzle— like you did mine. A maze, a mind anxious, somehow you silenced the noise, made it all bearable and still. In pieces, theirs fitting yours, a kind...

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