Birthplace Poems - Poems about Birthplace

At birth, you opened your door wide, My homeland – my golden cradle, my pride. You give my spirit wings to soar, How can I sing your praises more? Your soft embrace, like a fluffy bed, May my nation grow, may it be widespread! In your embrace, I feel so free, Living a life of blissful glee. Every day spent within your grace, My...

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Mountains of my life never forgotten. Rivers of my veins flowing through my memories. ...

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Corpus Christi in the southern region of the United States Named by a Spanish explorer, Alonso Álvarez de Pineda, and mates. As he discovered the lush semitropical bay, an American city on the Western Texas coast; Christian feast day of Corpus Christi. The city’s name means, body of Christ; a place of my birth, A coastal city in the...

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I was was born in Ottawa, Canada and have lived here all my life and have never wanted to leave. It is a beautiful city rich in historic architecture. It is located where two rivers meet, the Ottawa River and the Rideau River, we also have a man-made canal which runs through the city, designed to transport...

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Like a poem is my birthplace - so dear! The rhythm of it is the constant flow of the Mississippi, which is so near the town where I grew up. And row by row are stalks of corn leaning in fields of green. They are my homeland’s reason and its rhyme. A sight more beautiful I’ve never seen than verdant rolling hills...

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Uvira my birthplace A small town of Democratic Republic of the  Congo Which is at the boundaries of the lake Tanganyika In Southern Kivu province. A place Where many rebellions started because of many borders with other countries. Uvira my birthplace, I see many rivers And long chains of  mountains called Mitumba. I see the second Congolese...

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The brook babbles and rambles over the rocks, tumbling down past the cabin among the trees at the foot of the protecting mountain. Under the watchful eye of deer and bear and chipmunk. In the intimacy of bedroom the first desperate cry of the newborn rises. Searching with foggy eye exclaiming existence pondering purpose. Unaware the gift of life paid for by the giftee in moment installments. In far flung decades returning to birthplace facing the...

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The birth of wisdom is timeless For wisdom has evolved beyond time Wisdom is grown from the seeds of eternity For a thought to be eternal It must stand the test of time For any limits will make it untrue To create things eternal Is beyond the powers of man We are limited by time The thoughts we think are eternal Are the thoughts...

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Often greatness comes from humble roots Where none-expected talents lay hidden Beneath veneers of undeveloped yearning, Hiding like gemstones in hard rough slate Until the master discovers facets that glisten. written January 1, 2020 [while visiting the birthplace of Elvis Presley in Tupelo, Mississippi] Entered "Bite Size Poetry No. 32" Poetry Contest Sponsored by Line Gauthier...

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Oh nostalgia you will never sleep as a poem now gently breached. © Harry J Horsman 2020...

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at a farmhouse of West Hill, NY drizzling or the flowing breeze little a bit far a butterfly and a moth busy in gossiping on the lilac, busy in gossiping on the hibiscus on the ground a withered leaf ants walk on it as if write something robin flies and tweets for a souvenir stranger comes and goes with pen, white paper it's an ordinary...

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The most beautiful birthplace? Why, Donegal of course. Having travelled the world, I have no remorse, at returning home. Summer sunshine? I go and explore. Sea with a sheen of blue. Forty shades of green. Forest, mountain, stream. All alone I meander, leaving footprints in the sand. As if I am Eve, in a magical mystical land. Searching for Adam. Back roads with hedgerows,...

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Bewteen two granite stones large enough to keep Jesus tucked away three plus days lies a crack so thin it doesn't allow shadows in though water finds its proper place. In winter it freezes Summer evaporates  its every molecule It expands in fall Renews in spring so when roses  bloom, crimson combines  pinks and reds. May comes. Dizzy Gillespie plays the blues and heavenly tunes fall from heaven  sticking to my...

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Water milk warm Honey sand so light The breeze so soothing Misty air sunshine filled And your smile is more than just sweet I am with myself With seagulls near me Lost sailors whispering The sound of waves very calming And pine trees pivoting in the sea An escape of a thought In this domain of freedom Then crushed by thunder A rainfall forced rainbow And this story is...

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In reverence I cross the boarded floor (This hallowed chamber I near fear to tread) And glimpse the ancient manger, oaken carved Wherein John Shakespeare’s babe once laid his head. I see the boy within these timber halls As time peels back the heavy veil of years, At play through laughing innocence unbound Life’s lessons learned, both happiness and tears. Oh Bard! Were...

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