Best Home(A) Poems
Dog Free to Good Home
By Elton Camp
I have a dog to give away
One I picked up as a stray
Only good homes need apply
Who Brutus’ needs will supply
Recommendations you must give
And let me come see how you live
Also, Brutus must be kept inside
A fenced yard must be supplied
Pet insurance you must take out
Vet visits supplied without doubt
Table scraps you mustn’t feed
The finest food he does need
Just to take him in is not okay
An adoption is the only way
Your fur child he has to be
In order for you to satisfy me
Also, his territory you must respect
Otherwise, it’s an attack to expect
If all of these things you will supply
Then to adopt him you may apply
The smell of baking bread
A welcome at the door,
That comfortable armchair-
Paintings on the wall,
Gran-kids coming to call,
No ceremony or fuss
Family and us-
Bibles & books abound,
His love to surround,
Loyalty is found
in metro city
A-PART-MENTS, FLATS, COMPLEXES,
is any house "home"
The blue coloured walls
with a roof and a floor ,
i call it a home .
A large peepal tree
covers it and provides shade,
a nest on tree does not let its beauty fade.
A small verandah with railings ,
where my kids keep on playing ,
dark brown doors and windows
will remind me of my vows.
A buddha painted on the wall
will add to the peace and luxury overall.
HOME a place where i can go
and would want my children to grow.
The light brow wooden furniture and yellow plush sofas
will remind you all of a big stuffed samosas.
The texture on the walls
and an cupboard for all my handmade shawls,
will cover the bedroom hall.
The shin steel utensils
light up the dull kitchen drawers.
The tiles on the wall
will remind you of a waterfall.
then comes the children's room, my favorite one.
When you will enter and sit on the chairs, so very fluffy
you are surely gonna dose off in a jiffy.
The trophies and medals
decorate the pale white shelves.
The toughened glass cupboard
will surely be adored.
Alexa fills the room with melody all over,
as artificial intelligence can not ignored.
Security will be priority
so the corners will have cameras in warranty.
My drawings cover each and every room with focus light,
the frames will have all the pictures of people that i care about.
All this will give my house a concrete shape ,
where memories is what i will create.
This is my home miles away from rome,
where the doors will always be open for you,
thank you
My heart
Was in a slumber so deep
Almost as if poison
Had put me to sleep
But you
You were the one
Just that one special person
Who could change that for me
Because
Your smile
Was so gentle
So kind
Just like a fireplace
With a warm embrace
I would get enlaced every time
Your words were so soft and kind
It made my heart rewind
But with the rewind
It also
Put thoughts in my mind
I felt as if
I wasn’t ready
To know what true love is
Because I was a fool of so many others
games and tricks
It gave me that feeling that was deep in my heart
It felt like a shiver down my spine
But the good kind
The kind that made me want to stay with you forever
Together
I know I’m a lot to fix
Because of the damage that was done
By everyone else
But with you I feel something greater
I feel safe
As if I have finally found my home
So please
Don’t make our love a mistake
The heartbreak
Will just be too much to take
My heart will just fall asleep forever
Never again to be awake
~11/2/2017
Outside he walks
along the streets
where a legend was born
and lived in his hometown
of Baltimore
Yes, none other than Babe Ruth
Standing there alone
in front of his birth place
he daydreams into the past
of how it once was
and how it is now
but more of how it was
The poet's memory
is focus and he
hear's the roar
of the crowd at the stadium
cheering on their home team
But the cheers stands
for more than just a game
played to him they represented
the establishment for their city
of Baltimore
He walks along the streets
daydreaming of the stepball
games he use to play in
and watching the girls
playing jacks in front
of the house on the stone steps
Yes, the children laughter
reminds him of how it use
to be
Waking in the morning
to the smell of scraphle
served over eggs
A tradition without an end
The poet's memory focus,
he recalls once being a native
of Baltimore
He daydreams of the peddlers
riding down the streets
Horses pulling their wagons
full with the hometown famous
foods for sell
Crates and baskets
full of all kinds of sea foods
Crabs cooked and steamed,
sometimes brewed in pots
of beer, shrimps raw
and cooked, plenty of fish
Yes, a grand place to him
where his pride stands out
The city teaches him he
is welcome
as they prepare their feast
for the people to buy
and enjoy
The past insist to surface
on his return home
Memories of what once was
and what is now but more of
what was then
Looking into his past
where his roots lies
He didn't forget his strolls
along the Harbor there forever
resting Fort Mc Henry
there caresses in the warmth
of Spring a fortress
once protected by it's cannons
The site memories of home
Home should be made a place of love
A stable shelter from all storms of life
Within the walls of a happy home, I avow,
There will be no room for spite or strife
Where all live in the spirit of peace as dove
A place to turn to when heavy with care
The love received there is balm to every scar
An abode to which, after tedious toil, we happily retire
A simple dwelling with not even a palace, on par
Where, in joys and sorrows, all have an equal share.
A home is more than a roof above our head
But a haven where all dissensions disappear
Where each one is bound by love’s thread
And the river of life runs smooth and clear
Where God is revered, and prayers are said
October.16.2022
Your Choice Again Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Brian Strand
Three Stanza Poem in Quintain (Sicilian)
Sponsor- L. Milton Hankins
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My heart
Was in a slumber so deep
Almost as if poison
Had put me to sleep
But you
You were the one
Just that one special person
Who could change that for me
Because
Your smile
Was so gentle
So kind
Just like a fireplace
With a warm embrace
I would get enlaced every time
Your words were so soft and kind
It made my heart rewind
But with the rewind
It also
Put thoughts in my mind
I felt as if
I wasn’t ready
To know what true love is
Because I was a fool of so many others
games and tricks
It gave me that feeling that was deep in my heart
It felt like a shiver down my spine
But the good kind
The kind that made me want to stay with you forever
Together
I know I’m a lot to fix
Because of the damage that was done
By everyone else
But with you I feel something greater
I feel safe
As if I have finally found my home
So please
Don’t make our love a mistake
The heartbreak
Will just be too much to take
My heart will just fall asleep forever
Never again to be awake
~11/2/2017
By Hannah Rothen & Pailey Gordon
She eased the dreams of my teens,
For,
An English home,
A Japanese wife,
By stepping into my home as a house-wife,
My home,with a wife,in pease is now like a church!
Welcome home
And comfort me
Today
Dear Rosanme
Come and join me
Love dose
After prayers of prophets at home
No one will separate you and me
from Monday
You will turn my house rose
Strong parfum to my nose
daily
Visitors will sense it mostly
At our main entrance
Everyday
Happiness will rise superbly
In our family
As...I Say
Well known couple from that Monday
Which will be a blessed day
To you and me
Lesbian and Gay
Will astonish on our marriage day
At home
To see saulmates of the first Monday
Of the year till to the last day
Of life.
March 14/2023
Written for contest sponsored by Kim Rodriguez
Home, a word that people wear like a cloak of light,
uttered like a spell of peace, a place where the heart finds rest,
but for me, it has always been a land of shadows and troubling echoes,
never a sanctuary of safety, but a silent struggle for survival.
Since I was a child, I felt the pain hidden beneath the mask of love,
but love should not leave deep marks that scream in silence,
fun should not push you to dissolve into nothingness,
I tried to make my voice heard, but the words turned into storms.
I don’t think I hate them, but I find no peace in their restless presence,
I long for space, for the silence that embraces the lost soul,
I want to be alone not because I am shattered, but because only then can I breathe,
when I hear the word "home," I don’t see walls, but a refuge for the free spirit.
A place where I can be myself, without hiding my wings for fear of judgment,
where I can follow the call of dreams and exist without restrictions,
where I am not afraid to speak the truth or live in vivid colors,
but such a place never existed within these cold walls.
And yet, my heart still yearns for that realm of light,
I don’t know where it is, but I know I’ll recognize it by the deep peace,
and until I find that place or weave it from threads of dreams,
I will continue to escape into the universe of my mind, for everyone deserves a home,
even those who have never felt like they have one.
I want to be your home
to welcome you in, just so you know
you will never again be so alone
For though we are temporarily apart
and for this time we work on righting our apple carts
before the real mind meld dance card gets to start
But I know where my heart is
I know where my mind wanders
and where my dreams do tread
And it's with you I would rather be
though you told me not to wait for you
I know there is nothing, no one that replaces you
I want you
I need you
I desire you in my soul
It's rare to have a depth of feeling
the knowing of a kindred soul
someone you can unwind completely with
relax and know it won't grow old
I had no idea you existed
and you are far more than I could expect
Even had I made a list
you exceeded every spec
Our communication sizzles
even in chat it's off the charts
on cam it was hot, it would have set off fire alarms
You are charming and talented
intelligent and wise
worldly and silly, vibrant and alive
Even had I made a list
you exceeded every spec
Our communication sizzles
even in chat it's off the charts
on cam it was hot, it would have set off fire alarms
You are charming and talented
intelligent and wise
worldly and silly, vibrant and alive
You turn me on, so I wrote this song
Your virtues I can extoll for days
but I want to disrobe you too
I want to make you mine
and have you in turn, make me yours
Whoaaa
I want you
I need you
I desire you in my soul
Dropping you a kiss in text . I had no idea it only took six hours to fall in love....
Dropping you a kiss in text . I had no idea it only, took six hours to fall in love.
ohhh ...
HOME ALONE
The vacation bean for winter,
Alone in home with my diary,
My parent at wedding season,
Being a kin at home ,
Loneliness hugging me too tight.
My dear ones and pal,
At their own world,
Only me the only left,
In their ordinary world,
The room so big,
The being so small,
The things too many,
The mind so fresh,
The T.V seems to be my best pal,
But no longer,
The sound of the thief rat,
Sound so scary.
Smell of the room,
The view of the crying cat,
View so scary.
If some one sending beside me,
My head don’t to turn back,
And my mind totally freak,
The heart beat so fast,
While hearing the bell ring ‘ting tong’’
Can’t wish to go move out from my second pal blanket.
But I have to move so.
Cause Am home alone.
No one seems to open the door.
And when the door was opened,
It was my best pal.
By Nehamiah Theophylus Haokip
On31//3/2014
that call, a face
porcelain
pressed against glass
and dead eyes wrought
from an attic room
watching us
her name badge was
irrelevant
“No, those top rooms
are not used, full
of junk and all locked up”
yet the face watched us
leave; into
the further ghosts
of night
today his pickup has made its point,
seems no place and time, no weather
can be more apt for that purpose
than this wet, sloping dirt-road bend
right smack in the muddy middle
of a desolate cornfield somewhere
in the heart of a lightning-lit night,
right in the eye of a nasty storm;
a few minutes ago, it roared,
but then it wouldn't move an inch;
its engine faltered, missed two beats,
whimpered and then finally died;
drenched in rain and desperation,
he works the clutch and battery
as he tries to coax back to life
the ignition, but all to no avail;
he gets out fuming mad, cursing,
slams the steel door, slushes away
in the soft mud, shivers in the rain,
glancing back, he sees his pickup
sitting on its shadow, chuckling,
seems to him with malice, gloating,
triumphant in its metallic conviction
that it has driven home a hard point !