Best Lifehome Poems
I didn’t want to go on vacation
I would rather stay home with my friends
When does being treated like a baby
In this family come to an end!?
We went to a stupid hot beach
I don’t even know how to swim
I would rather be practicing basketball
Back home in the high school gym.
I sat moping on the beach all alone
As the sun was starting to set
We’d been here for all of three days
I wasn’t having any fun yet.
Then I noticed her walking by herself
Silhouetted against the red sky
Just on the edge of the water
I was speechless as she passed by.
I watched her walk down to the pier
Where she turned and started coming back
I went down to the edge of the water
Making sure I would be in her path.
I was aware of this beautiful creature
Walking ever closer to me
Her blond hair gently dancing
Inspired by the ocean breeze.
She looked up and smiled as she passed
Slowing down for me to say, “Hi”
An opportunity I couldn’t respond to
As I simply let her pass by.
All night I stayed awake dreaming
Of this angel I saw on the shore
Silently thinking and scheming
What I would do if I saw her once more.
Next day I was on the beach early
To give my destiny a shot
I sat there searching and burning
The sun was so very hot.
Just when I was about to give up
And mope on back to my bed
I heard a sweet voice saying,
“Boy are you turning red.”
I’ll spare you all of the detail
From my steamy summer of love
When on a golden ray of sunshine
My future wife was sent from above.
I flat out nailed my first interview
Young and dumb without a clue
Then hired on the spot, no lying
Nervousness was my only crime
When suddenly his questions stopped
Damn it man, our eyes locked
I stood up in fear, my hand out
Ready to go home and just pout
His words were "your hired"
"I like the way your wired"
He shook my hand withe ease
Then we talked about the leads
I then asked him for an advance
Five hundred bucks, a slim chance
So when I left that interview
Holding five hundred buckaroo
I felt I had conquered the world
I drove home to kiss my girl
Caught every single green light
First time for everything, right?
On television movie "Dirty Dancing" again
To tell honest truth I felt warm after glow
This looked like a fun thing to do from where I stood
I thought and on my "Bucket List" it will go
But when I moved from my sitting stance_no_no way
Even though this "Dirty Dancing" fanned my flame
At my age just don't have youthful energy left
I will just have to pen a "Bucket List" by name
A very long list of fun things before life's end
Seek map and then go down a never travelled road
Go on a surrey ride to hear the horses' hoofs
Would that my love and I for horse not be heavy
In a hot air balloon basket flow on warm air
Only so many years_go to states not been in
No longer sit at home breath very deeply sigh
I'll be able to tell generations where been
No longer sit home and watch each and every leaf
My life wil move now as if it was set on fire
Skateboarding looks like so much fun_might fall and break arm
Join circus learn to perform by walking high wire
When I look at my "Bucket List" I get so sad
Like New Year Resolutions that I never kept
Need a new list of very achievable things
When I seriously thought about this I just wept..
That summer your dad died
and we brought your mom
to stay a few weeks
‘til she moved to the nursing home
we drove east to Saskatchewan
the huddles of family
I’d never met
softly recounting your father’s fading
while Bessie washed dishes without a word
and looked for something
newly misplaced
Only you
her fiftieth gift child
who’d strategically shirked
corporate success
could flick the switch of recognition
her pleading eyes a conversation
translated in flesh
Back at home with a change of plan
to live together
as long as we could
with the front door swinging
the kettle screaming
dry on the stove
and Bessie shuffling the winding road
in search of church or bingo
'Til leaning down to hug “goodnight”
your eyes her open sky
where every memory softly whispered
Bessie back into the light
My name is Loreen Parke and I’m from Detroit City.
I’m quick. My Mom calls me ‘Slick’
My friends say I’m Witty.
No wants. No warrants. No priors.
No dirty deals. Strictly cash buyers.
I’m a very busy woman with no time to waste.
I’ve got Big Dreams, High Hopes & Expensive Taste.
Think slow. Talk fast.
My connections are tight.
My options are vast.
Just like the ‘Kid’ I’ve got my ‘ghetto pass.’
I grew up here. This is my home town.
These are the blocks that I’ve been around.
Don’t think you can show up and start changing the rules on my play ground.
That won't fly. The bottom of the Detroit River is where you’ll be found.
This is Detroit. The Motor City. The One and Only Motown.
This is where I grew up. This is my Home Town.
Loreen Parke
May 22nd, 2004
dribbles tackles action home run
how often seen on the 10 o'clock news fame is the blame for wasted talent when given the chance
to make out the hood
and have the young look up to you what pride at what price to pay whats going on when the
dribbles and the tackles and the action and the home runs
are to much over your head all eyes on you at all times haters wating for your down fall wating for
your talent to be taken away given talent taken behind bars were is the support when making it all
the way
were are all your fans now when down and out they up and run we all fall short of glory not one of
us can say other wise when given a gift not to many posses we tent to go astray away from whats
real being real to your self is staying gold
easy come easy go just as fast it can all be gone from the spot light curtains downone more name
forgotten one more wasted talent
He enters the room
we all start to stare
Bunch of women living life in such despair...
We all swarm like voulchers
Until he finally takes a seat
Seeing his pockets full puts us all in heat
As I approach him I finally sit in the winning seat...
I tell him lies and everything he wants to hear,
Poor him, thinking I'm so dear....
Come a little closer, now I got him in my grasp,
Telling me Im beautiful only makes me want to laugh...
As I dance for him inside im crying
I can only look at him and imagine him dying,
Now were done we go our separate ways,
Dont touch or look at me, its better off this way...
Go home to your wife while she sites at home and cries
You and I both live a life full of lies......
Today I awoke feeling rather odd
I was neither sick nor in pain
I just felt wrong
I was happy in a sad sort of way
I did what I had to do
Which was a whole bunch of nothing really
Got my wife off to work
My daughter off to school
Went to Psychical Therapy
And got tortured
Lifted weights for about an hour
Then came home and cleaned house
Did my yard work
Read a whole bunch of amazing poetry
Went out to the ranch and wished
I was already back to work
Talked to my boss
Told him the doctor said next month
He told me to not rush things
Next month will be here soon enough
Came back to town
Stopped by the collage
Enrolled in some evening courses
Went over and fixed this old couples
Sprinkler system
Refused to take their money
Came home and called my wife
To see how her day was
And now I’m just sitting here
Talking to the Lord about how worthless I feel
These Melancholy Days
I heard a shout and my vision was summoned to the skies,
To majestic colors that dazzled my eyes.
The sound of royal trumpets rang out so clear,
Accompanied with angels melodious voices that captivated my ears.
I started to rise with such a pace,
I could feel Gods glory upon my face.
I knew this day I was going home at last,
As I was jettisoned above the clouds so very fast.
Then my feet sat down upon a golden path that would lead my way,
To my eternal home on this glorious day.
There it stands, the most beautiful pearl laden gate I’ve ever seen,
And a little beyond is home so perfect and so serene.
Gabriel was there to send me back, he said I was to continue to share my love for the Lord,
It was not a request and leaving here was so very hard.
Then when I awoke, people and monitors were franticly moving all about,
But I was unable to move, and I tried to scream but I was unable to shout.
Then life started returning to that old shell of mine,
And someone shouted he’s alive, a miracle, I thought this guy must be out of his mind.
For I know what had happened was simply Gods will,
That I hadn’t quite finished fulfilling our deal.
Tick tock Tick tock
Life fly’s by in the blink of an eye
Rush to work to watch the clock
Tick tock tick tock
Rush back home to start all over again
To tired to stop and enjoy the moment
Tick tock thick tock
No time to play, no time to waste
I must do this, I must do that
Time to sleep the day is over
Tick tock tick tock
Life fly’s by in the blink of your eye
Another day, another dollar
Before you know it your life is over
Tick tock tick tock
Your life has pasted you by; your kids are grown and out on their own
Your home all alone
Tick tock tick tock
I should have done this, I should have done that
Nothing left to do, nothing left to enjoy
The kids have all moved away
Their on a clock of their own
Tick tock tick tock
What will be my out come???
Recovering Adict: By Jessica Trotter
A.K.A BooBoo A.K.A The Lost Poet
I am
a teenager
who sometimes gets into trouble
a girl
who likes others
a red head
who has a temper
a bi-sexual
who is proud
an outcast
who use to be teased
a christian
who use to have no faith
a wiccan
who worships the earth
an 'inside-out Oreo'
who has country roots
a thrasher
who's at home in the mosh pit
a run away
who never ran far
a liar sometimes
so that i wouldn't starve
a drinker
only every now and then
a smoker
who finds it relieves stress
a patient
in my own mind
a stranger
in this home of mine
a hurter
who found much pain inside herself
a pill popper
who stopped before she checked out
a cutter
who has a hard time
a nightmare
if you catch me a the wrong time
a lover
who sometimes fights
a tree huger
who stands up for her rights
an activist
who argues a lot
a person
who use to smoke pot
a recovering addict
to all that i use to do
and i liar
when i say my home isn't broken to you
Are you serious,
the train doesn't leave till 8;30,
this train station is so dirty,
what do I do till then,
I'm not going to get home till ten,
I worked all day,
getting dogged this way,
it's just not fair,
I'm on a tare,
I'll take a walk to cool my head,
maybe I'll take a bus home instead,
no busses today,
much to my dismay,
back to the train station I go,
It's getting real chilly out,
what's that all about,
here I am back at the train,
waiting in vain,
they are calling it now,
here comes the crowd,
now on the train, I'll take a small nap,
and for this day,
I'll call it a rap.
In dreams I return to a former time.
To a home long left behind,
To revisit the mountains beauty.
Bluffs covered with soft moss,
Woods where we often played.
Paths remembered for long walks.
Deer, moose, and bear could be seen,
In splendor they walked the hills.
Such magnificence held in memory.
When awake always wish to be,
Back home walking in scenic beauty.
Paths covered with trees multi colored.
To once more climb to cliffs far above.
To race to creeks flowing at mountains base.
To hear the rush of waterfalls deafening.
In dreams I return to a former time.
To a home long left behind,
To revisit the mountains beauty.
DOREEN CYR
OCTOBER 17
Gravel roads untill the blacktop came.
What was once home is now foreign.
I left town in emotional rain.
When I came back it started pouring.
This town is my home I can handle the change.
It's on a personal note why I grew up estranged.
This is going to be a very long day
I just wanna be a kid and play
Got to work and make that money
When I get home give it to my honey
Outside in the hot sun
This job is never fun
I would rather go to the park
Play with the dogs and hear them bark
But I am stuck at this job
So sore I feel like I got beat by a mob
Sitting at home sounds like a blast
This day needs to fly by fast
Next I know I am beat red
At home laying in my soft bed
This day is finally complete
Tomorrow will just be a repeat