Home Care Poems | Examples
These Home Care poems are examples of Care poems about Home. These are the best examples of Care Home poems written by international poets.
NICKELS AND DIMES
Senseless life
Value null
Homeless Man
Streets my home
Alone in roam
No Bed just a pavement in the corner
Passer by pennies dropped
Other times nickels and dimes
Life being bitter
My name I don’t even remember
Societies outcast
The unfortunate
A life that was once striving
Now not having
The forgotten
Family that turned its back
It’s beyond fact being reality
Weathered my own storms
Sunny days living in darkness
No one knows the trouble I am in
Tears that no longer fall
Words no longer expel
My own unbreakable chains
Despair moment
The street my education
Wearing clothes all I have
Sadness with no smiles
A homeless man stuck on still
Virtues no more
Just an image decorating the pavement
The fortune of nickels and dimes
Dreadful story
There you have it
Homeless man morse.
Here lies Zenani among the first rains.
May her spring, thoughts and hands enrich our brains.
June 15, 2010
(Zoleka Mandela's daughter, Zenani died at the age of 13, in a car accident in 2010. Zenani died two days after her birthday, in a car accident, while on her way home from the World Cup concert in Soweto.)
When I was a boy,
I was snarky and coy,
I learnt the lessons,
when the bullies
beat the heck out of me
and too right as this
was my personality
and this little prick
was being such a dick.
Living so vividly
being taught a lesson,
I still smoked in the boy's
of the toilets
and got caught.
The teacher waited,
until I inhaled the last
as I knew it made no difference.
I was going to cop a suspension
again.....anyway.
My mother's claws were a hawk's
when she got home,
and I tried so gently,
to break down the truth
but its no incidence
She delivered deliverance....
I had already locked the back door,
but she still scratched the
hell out of my face,
like an involuntary impatient,
I hate the fact,
as she was healthy
I was still the death
of her.......
before her illnesses.
I don't know of why my anarchy
I never obey rules of monastery
Its just that I always lived,
and I am now drowning
as I'm trying to breathe,
I remember the starfishes
upon collection of beaches,
My Auntie's a pianist
but my memorial
Especially my Uncle,
pulled coins from my ears.
2 dollar coins
worth 10 dollars
today.
So many names on the page today, so many more gone— vanished into silence.
Does the world still care? I know they do.
I hope they do.
Children stolen, ripped from the arms that once held lullabies.
Teens slipping through dusk, running from homes that never saw them, or saw too much.
The ones who cared are left holding echoes. The ones who didn’t never noticed the absence.
But somewhere, a mother plants lavender beneath a window left ajar— its scent lifting like a prayer for the ones not yet home.
Somewhere, a name is spoken aloud, not forgotten. A candle burns in protest, its flame refusing silence.
We gather the fragments, press them into poems, into pages that refuse to turn away.
Dear Future Boyfriend
I may not be perfect to love,
Jealous when I see you with others,
Sad when you come home late,
Scared when you're not taking my calls—
But every beat of my heart still whispers your name.
Hey future boyfriend, I may not look bothered
When you do things that hurt—
That's because everything you do is not new.
I'm used to being by myself,
So silence became my shield.
But don’t mistake my strength for not caring.
I still hope for someone gentle and true—
A love that feels like home, not a battlefield.
I remind myself daily of my worth,
And I pray, that when we meet,
You’ll love me with the same softness I offer you.
Dear Future Boyfriend
I may not be perfect to love,
Jealous when I see you with others,
Sad when you come home late,
Scared when you're not taking my calls—
But every beat of my heart still whispers your name.
Hey future boyfriend, I may not look bothered
When you do things that hurt—
That's because everything you do is not new.
I'm used to being by myself,
So silence became my shield.
But don’t mistake my strength for not caring.
I still hope for someone gentle and true—
A love that feels like home, not a battlefield.
I remind myself daily of my worth,
And I pray, that when we meet,
You’ll love me with the same softness I offer you.
I left home one early Misty morning
I took for granted the shoes on my feet
I have worn old shoes ready to be tossed
But never have been forced to be shoeless
The pavement was cold and wet
And I saw a man I'd never met
He crossed the intersection as I
Waited for the light to change.
I noticed that he was barefooted
And immediately thought that there
Must be something that I could do.
I thought of the shoes on my feet.
Instead of making a Uturn for home,
I turned left that I might meet the man.
By then I'd decided to give him my shoes.
I got his attention and offered him my shoes.
He hesitated, but I insisted that my shoes had
Now became his shoes. He reluctantly accepted
The gift of shoes and continued on his way, and
I headed home, excited to be minus a pair of shoes.
I was one barefooted happy man on my way home.
I pulled onto my driveway and walked the few feet
To a warm house and put on another pair of shoes.
I was so grateful to God for giving me such opportunity.
What can the matter be Forbidden is the tree of words of earth giving! But for me the feel the taste the spiritual touch that is given is amorous complete yet all of me know it is forbidden on earths judgmental realms of being to late to see the forest for the trees
My Spirits seems to understand the dilemma forbidden yes the soul is loved.And yes!
Love so protective so sweet so calm my burning souls adoration calls my name in the love song zone heart to heart for my attention in his life realm bleeds the request with tears this should be forbidden. Where love falls forbidden and all knew why! What can the matter be a glowing tree of speech expressions rides high to be oh to be at home with love where peace be but forbidden when love is free so close but so far away my mind never knew this would lead to the Lords request journey of me. So let it be. Soul untimely tree let the Lord's will be done to face the jealousy so cruel as the grave dead works dead words for God's will must be done what a journey now jealousy fires arise of another at least three how can they be claiming me my love my time when am only one women in love!
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My love, you are so empty at times, that you seek love and love again.
Sending out all your love, making each one take a vow.
A vow of marriage to be true, and bow to you in all your moods.
My love, so strong and true, sits like a lion in his den, protecting all of his kin.
My love, has such a big heart, he tests other like they are weak, and need his attention to be fixed.
My love, do not fear, for in the end all will be clear, the sky will clear, and we will see, all of life’s true meaning will become crystal clear.
For now, I will pray, that we follow the path of love, and home to above.
Thank you God, for all of life and loves, today and always, in thought.
Amazing Grace how sweet the sound
Harmony of Heaven
Spiritual tact
A Soul rose and soared far beyond the eyes to see
Beyond loving hearts
Pearly Gates a wait
Accompanied by a Driver, White Horse and Carriage
Pure and Secrete
Onward to everlasting life
Every horse Gallup establishing every step walked on Earth
The pain and anguished confronted
This was Ms. Evans hour to shine among
The many that passed before her
Three Doves flown in the sky of her life she lived, ‘PEACE, FAITH, HOPE AND LOVE”
Winds of her spirit
Concrete and devoted
Ms. Evans Legacy will live on, but Heaven will be her home in continued roam
Home at last
Stay strong family
Cry not
Just embrace in how my life encouraged and influenced you
No more pain and sickness
I have conquered
Let my life reflect in how we are supposed to live
Love one another
My tomorrow came at the right time
Too my husband, Joe Evans I leave behind, we will see each other again
It is not goodbye, but until we meet again
I have been welcomed in Heaven
I will be sitting high, but observing below
My journey is complete
My work is finished
Love you all
God bless now and forever.
I love you<3
In your presence, I feel safe.
Lost in your arms, in your loving embrace.
Our hearts intertwined, a feeling no one can replace.
Vows, always and forever, whispered with a gentle grace.
Every moment that I’m with you is my favourite place.
You are my home and my peace
Our love so true.
Until the end, I’ll always choose you
I resided there once
I returned to find it derelict
Looks like a horror scene
Spiders spun webs
Doors locks blown off
Leaves placed as if arranged evilly
When I was there
I remember it serene
Well cared for secure place to live
Warm and tranquil
What have you done to the place
Thank you, God, for always being there.
For being there to listen to all my prayers.
To lead me when I’m down, and always making me feel your love is around.
Thank you, God, for the many things that I see around me.
Like the flowers that bloom so bright and make me feel them smiling.
Thank you, God, for all the green that cleans the air and look so marvelous all around.
Thank you, God, for giving me space to learn the many lessons that have led me here.
Hoping I make it home, to heaven, with lots of good deeds to make you proud.
Sending prayers out with love and care, hoping my message helps all who can hear.
A Senior Citizen any day
Blessed to wake up hooray
Through the aches and pain
Sometimes the need to complain
Memory sometimes in forget
Enjoyment of retirement blitz
Carefree sensation
Surrounded by family and Grandchildren
Forget the Nursing Home
Always a need to walk and talk
Enriched spirit
Wanting to enjoy and live
Breath of Life
Embracing refreshing flowers
Sometimes for hours
Oasis of their own
Rocking Chair moments
Reflecting on their past life
Youthful years
Wisdom mounts
Encouraging words
Exercising those joints
Friendly breezes in blessing
Smile to smile
Heart to heart
A Senior Citizen Start.
Precious gifts, society's treasures,
Gifted from above, joy's warm glow.
Aged hearts find solace, homes filled with glee,
Yet harm them, and harm yourself, a truth to see.
Forgiving and gentle, they shine radiant,
In a twinkling, conflicts fade in a moment.
Jesus' wisdom resounds: learn from their paths,
Tend them with care, and blessings will bloom.
Guardians of innocence, counselors of heart,
Parents, guide them right, and never depart.
Time and love, not wealth, are their greatest need,
For happy parents nurture happy seeds.
A happy home, a happy society's birth,
A happier world, where love finds its mirth.
Tend the young, and shape the future's mold,
For in their joy, our own is reclaimed.