Best Song Home Poems
patches of green, shades of blue,
cotton clouds floating down below,
soaring like angels dressed in white,
silently drifting from such a height.
looking-glass mirror of the blue sea
to where someday I'm longing to be;
lonely mountains like giants they are,
rising and trying to reach a distant star.
where am I heading, where am I going?
when will a restless soul stop roaming?
ask the cold wind or ask the trees,
ask the birds that sing, ask the bees.
the lazy river flows along the way,
a twisting snake like a long highway,
never tired in its journey to the sea,
to the home where it dreams to be.
my home is your soft arms, my love,
your tender lips are all I want to have;
a lake of joy, like a rainbow you are,
I am the earth and you are the star.
The pretty girl with blonde hair
and beautiful smile...
loved to call out
her dad's name by the front door,
as she giggled at him, so handsome in uniform...
full of confidence and ready to perform!
"Daddy,please come home soon,
before the sun leaves my bright room;
I'll be afraid,but I won't cry...
then sing me your new lullaby!"
Flashing a sweet smile,
he turned to her with tenderness
and said with the kindest vioce,
"I will come home soon,sweet-heart!"...
And while his brave heart pounded inside,
he kept on hearing her daughter's voice aloud!...
"Daddy,please come home soon,don't be late...
mommy worries a lot...you're in her prayers;
this September's sky is so lovely at night...
all the stars will come out
to guide you in the dark;
my little hands will hold your scary heart...
till you get here and climb the door-steps,
till you say good-night to me and are safe!"
I long for my home when I’m away
But I’m determined to leave anyway
So I’m going to pack my bags and leave this town
I put on my make up and wear my crown.
I miss my bed now that I’m away
Knowing that I won’t be home till Sunday
So I searched for a few pieces of stationery
For only through words I find sanctuary.
My plane will leave at seven
In that foreign land blessings are given
I really want to stay
But it’s better to go anyway.
I will surely cry now that I’m away
But I know I don’t have to leave someday
So while that sun is out I’ll make hay
I’ll do anything no matter what they say
So worry about me no more
For I am in the good graces of the future.
A simple decision
I came to accept at a younger age than known
I don’t remember my earlier birthdays
But since it fell in place
September, November, December
Then it’s a depressional season alone
If it were up to me, when I reached seven
I would have been heavenly gone
And you ask me
Will I be coming home for the holidays?
Holidays, they come, they go
For smiles and snow, a New York warmth
I’d trade with any convict doing death row
You punish me, but it seems to be
Something more than mischief
A flaw in your parental morals
Let’s graph the hope held in each poor child
You and I
We have-nots were claimed as plurals
Life long friends
How much more can we endure pal
Do you no longer ask
If I’ll be home for the holidays
This is for your birthday, each passing Christmas
The wars in which you continue to enlist us
The days you missed us
The casualties whom bit the dust
The individuals whom pissed on trust
For those entitled to this imperishable crush
Will you be home for the holidays?
The Red Cardinal
David Walker
His voice was sure and clear
“It was my mother”
He said, casually
As if he had forgotten to
Mention her arrival
The red cardinal was
staying near where
she could keep an eye on
Her son
Soon to follow her home
Had we known should we
Have opened the door and
Invite her in or
Was that for him to do alone
When he hears her voice singing
Calling him home