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Best Hometown Poems

Below are the all-time best Hometown poems written by Poets on PoetrySoup. These top poems in list format are the best examples of hometown poems written by PoetrySoup members


Premium Member The Azalea City Is My Hometown
I come from Valdosta, Georgia, the lovely peach state,
Where everyone uses a southern drawl to communicate.
Valdosta is known as the “Azalea City” for its gorgeous...

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Categories: hometown, adventure, flower, high school,
Form: Bio



Premium Member Eulogy In My Heart
Out in the middle of a large farmland, I become a girl of old charm and unexpected songs again. Past the flanks where cluttered rows...

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Categories: hometown, beautiful, grandfather, memory, nostalgia,
Form: Haibun
Premium Member About Me - P.D.
"TELL YOU ABOUT ME "
   
Born a full blown Libra to a scale of blind justice
My hair & eyes are brown as can...

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Categories: hometown, life, lovecare, me, care,
Form: Narrative
Premium Member Along the Shady Paths of Vivid Green
And the cemetery was fresh and vivid green 
when we took our bikes down the paths of it -
past stones and trees and mausoleums and...

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Categories: hometown, sad,
Form: Narrative
Premium Member Silent At Sunset
In my countryside, silent at sunset
Long gone is the stress, long gone is the fret,
Long gone is the need to be so wide-eyed
Silent at sunset,...

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Categories: hometown, nature, silence, sky, stress,
Form: Quatrain



Premium Member Flowing Deep, Those Ghastly Shards of Regret
Flowing Deep, Those Ghastly Shards Of Regret

Flowing deep, those ghastly shards of regret
and the spasms they birth in weeping soul
no reprieve, caught in that sorrowful...

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Categories: hometown, conflict, deep, emotions, grief,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Night of the Ball
Music echoes through the halls,
climbing stairs, and gilded walls.
Our lovely lass discreetly swoons. 
With longing eyes, she scans the room.

Young ladies dressed, in gowns, divine,
are...

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Categories: hometown, art, dance,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Such Wonders Are Breathtaking To Behold
Such Wonders Are Breathtaking To Behold

(NOT FOR CONTEST THAT INSPIRED THIS POEM)

The morning dew on red rose does glisten
As early dawning sun beams brightly down
Such...

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Categories: hometown, art, beautiful, imagery, inspiration,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member The Old River Bridge
The Old River Bridge

There’s an old river bridge outside my hometown.
I wonder if they’ll ever tear it down.
It’s always been a part of me
And it’s...

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© John Posey  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: hometown, travel,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Buster, Miss Kitty and Tom
Miss Kitty Katt was famous in the small hometown of mine
And Buster was the town dog -- never knew a boundary line.
Miss Kitty knew no...

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© John Posey  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: hometown, cat, dog, dog, dog,
Form: Rhyme
America Wasn'T So Bad Back Then
We have something in common, a fellow I talk to now and then. We’re about the same age and perhaps the only ones in the...

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Categories: hometown, america,
Form: Prose
Premium Member It Was One of Those Mornings
Woke up from a poor night‘s sleep an utter wreck.
I had to be to work by eight, but what the heck?
The clock said 12; the...

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Categories: hometown, morning, sleep,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Pleasant Grove Impressions
For twenty-seven years I have lived here
inside this little city, Pleasant Grove.
I live too far away from sisters dear.
Not easily from this town could I...

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Categories: hometown, city,
Form: Sonnet
Premium Member Premonition At the River
Where a rustic bridge once crossed from my hometown in Iowa 
             ...

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Categories: hometown, river,
Form: Free verse
I Heard I Might Find a Poet Here Part 2
Time moves slower than a rusted windmill on a still day 
as I am unable to avert my stare, frozen in this spot,  
captivated...

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Categories: hometown, beauty, poetry, , Lullaby,
Form: Epic

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