Best Home Poems

My heart has found a home (Song version)

So many years alone-
my hearts without a home
Nights were filled with fear-
my heart shed a tear

My loneliness had grown-
my hearts without a home
my foolish heart has spent-
emotions paying rent


Chorus
My heart has found a home
no need for it to...

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She Calls Me Home…

At days long end
Left on troubles shore
When I just know
I can't take anymore
When the last light
Of hope is gone

She calls me home
She calls me home

When my thoughts
Are racing round
And I can't find
A friend in this town
When every door
Has turned out wrong

She calls...

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My dearest Claudia, 

     For eighteen months, I've been at this Jerusalem outpost.
     "Tis you and young Julius that I miss the most.
     This wasn't the adventure I set out to seek-
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At long day’s end, our thoughts may stray
to where we long to wend our way- 
a peaceful place where we dismiss 
all things in life that are amiss,
and none are wont to cause dismay. 

Our footsteps hasten us to this: 
the warmth of hearth, the...

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Standing in the heart of this city
in awe of spectacular lights illuminating tall buildings.
Millions of strangers rush to and fro.
Who would've thought I would be here of all places.

But here I am feeling misplaced
in a place where no one knows your name. 

I fasten the...

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"Home is Where the Heart Is"



Savages 
behind closed doors
Civilised 
but wild animals
sharpening claws
Humanity 
tries to escape itself
can’t run away 
from finding
"TRUE HOME"
behind closed doors
Now opening windows 
fresh air 
escaping shadows
Legs splayed and arms wide
breathe
"LIFE"
in for once, 
we are empty vessels
noisy prisoners 
in our own skin
Soul...

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C ountry roots beckon regrets of past transgression
O ne-way ticket meant to soothe my innermost obsession
M emories of you not fading with passing of the years 
I  mmortal flame has kept alive cherished souvenirs
N aively thinking I’d drift and just avoid the truth
G ames...

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You were beautiful, 
my tiny child, 
wrapped tightly in my arms, 
close to my heart.
I listened to you breathing.
I counted your fingers
and your toes.
Helpless, 
you cried out to me
and I loved you
with every ounce of my soul.

Will you hear me
when I cry out? 
Will you...

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I think no stimulus could be
as potent as the one to pee.
A feeling frequent and innate
is this - the urge to urinate.
It comes each day to everyone
at work, at play, or on the run.

It comes sometimes as home you drive,
and soon you're hoping to survive
the...

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It was in late October in the year nineteen seventy three
That the war in South Vietnam was finally over for me
I boarded the seven o seven and couldn't wait to get going
A non military plane, a bright blue and white coloured Boeing.

After a long flight...

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A path strewn thick with ruddy-faced leaves
led to nowhere and everywhere in fantasies, 
our near-death rescue from boredom 
        come afternoon chores and homework pages 
            ...

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The Devils Riddle


Dark is the night
Dark is the soul
Dark is the heart that used to glow

Empty are the rainbows falling from the skies
Empty of the spirits when the darkness flies by
Empty is the treasure chest of dreams long gone

Tombs hold secrets of mysteries past
Tombs hold...

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I want to word my very Love for you
though as a shy child, I start to stammer
a beloved Mother, my sole bijou
as I am of your prime Land enamoured.

A rose breathing the scent of your terra
born and bred knowing no other home soil
how can I...

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At night the sun has gone to sleep
And crickets sing a tune.
The bullfrogs croak and creatures creep
Beneath the watching moon.

The masked raccoons and possums prowl
Through meadows moist with dew.
The fireflies flash, coyotes howl,
And owls keep asking, "Who?"

At night our school is still and dark.
The evening...

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I'm not selling a house, i'm leaving my home.
Happy times together, months spent alone.
Morning sickness, baby loss, labour and birth
Planting my seeds in good strong earth.
Mess in the kitchen, prams in the hall
Mud on the carpet, pen on the wall;

First we were two, then 3,...

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