Best Birthplace Poems

The birth of wisdom is timeless
For wisdom has evolved beyond time
Wisdom is grown from the seeds of eternity

For a thought to be eternal 
It must stand the test of time
For any limits will make it untrue

To create things eternal
Is beyond the powers of man
We are...

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Water milk warm
Honey sand so light
The breeze so soothing
Misty air sunshine filled
And your smile is more than just sweet

I am with myself
With seagulls near me
Lost sailors whispering
The sound of waves very calming
And pine trees pivoting in the sea

An escape of a thought
In this domain of...

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The most beautiful birthplace? Why, Donegal of course.
Having travelled the world, I have no remorse,
at returning home.

Summer sunshine? I go and explore.
Sea with a sheen of blue. Forty shades of green.
Forest, mountain, stream.

All alone I meander, leaving footprints in the sand.
As if I am Eve,...

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Bewteen two granite stones
large enough to keep Jesus
tucked away three plus days
lies a crack so thin
it doesn't allow shadows in
though water finds its 
proper place.
In winter it freezes
Summer evaporates 
its every molecule
It expands in fall
Renews in spring so when roses 
bloom, crimson combines 
pinks and reds.
May comes. Dizzy...

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In reverence I cross the boarded floor
(This hallowed chamber I near fear to tread)
And glimpse the ancient manger, oaken carved
Wherein John Shakespeare’s babe once laid his head.

I see the boy within these timber halls
As time peels back the heavy veil of years,
At play through laughing...

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I was was born in Ottawa, Canada and have lived here all my life and have 
never wanted to leave.  It is a beautiful city rich in historic architecture.
It is located where two rivers meet, the Ottawa River and the Rideau River,
we also have...

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Uvira my birthplace 
A small town of Democratic 
Republic 
of the  Congo 
Which is at the boundaries
of the lake Tanganyika 
In Southern Kivu province. 
A place
Where many rebellions 
started because 
of many borders 
with other countries. 

Uvira my birthplace, 
I see many rivers 
And long...

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The brook babbles
and rambles
over the rocks,
tumbling down
past the cabin
among the trees
at the foot
of the protecting mountain. Under the watchful eye
of deer
and bear 
and chipmunk.
In the intimacy of bedroom
the first desperate cry
of the newborn rises. 
Searching with foggy eye exclaiming existence
pondering purpose.
Unaware
the gift of life
paid for
by...

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Storms are brazen, often rude,
Lighting the sky with invectives
Of white-blue light terrible.

The rains carp the submissive
Ground wearing it so slowly
Down into curves, mud.

The thunder stomps through
Heaven’s empty rooms above.
It knows the children tremble

Beneath, conjuring punishments
Through tall silken crowns
Where venomous rodents erupt.

In boredom, the storm sulks
Away....

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Often greatness comes from humble roots
Where none-expected talents lay hidden
Beneath veneers of undeveloped yearning,
Hiding like gemstones in hard rough slate
Until the master discovers facets that glisten.

written January 1, 2020
[while visiting the birthplace of
Elvis Presley in Tupelo, Mississippi]

Entered "Bite Size Poetry No. 32" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by...

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Oh nostalgia you will never sleep as a poem now gently breached.

 © Harry J Horsman 2020...

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Corpus Christi in the southern region of the United States
Named by a Spanish explorer, Alonso Álvarez de Pineda, and mates.

As he discovered the lush semitropical bay, an American city
on the Western Texas coast; Christian feast day of Corpus Christi.

The city’s name means, body of Christ;...

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Like a poem is my birthplace - so dear!
The rhythm of it is the constant flow
of the Mississippi, which is so near
the town where I grew up. And row by row
are stalks of corn leaning in fields of green.
They are my homeland’s reason and its...

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At birth, you opened your door wide,
My homeland – my golden cradle, my pride.
You give my spirit wings to soar,
How can I sing your praises more?

Your soft embrace, like a fluffy bed,
May my nation grow, may it be widespread!
In your embrace, I feel so free,
Living...

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Mountains of my life
                 never forgotten.
              Rivers of my veins
    flowing through my...

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