Home(A) Poems - Poems about Home(A)

If home is a place Then I lost my map Hearts got misplaced  Vocal cords snap I scream and yell for one more chance Then beg and plea for some closure My legs are tired of this dance Now I've lost my composure  Teary eyed and red Weight gained and lost All the blood I've shed Promises given with fingers crossed Lies spread around Passing from friend to...

Continue reading...

not like monkeys, my loyalty to my home, my country, Saudia....

Continue reading...

I live in kansas without fear of tornadoes in underground house she might take my roof but I am twenty feet down grounded in cement...

Continue reading...

Will things ever go back to the way they were? I took for granted those smiles, those laughs and now I don’t see them anymore. How do I undo what’s already done? Did I let go of your hand somewhere along the way, or were you gone before I even knew? Your voice sounds different now does it mean you’ve fallen out...

Continue reading...

It’s 2022, we’re in the final battle for the soul of the world. There is no Indo-European root for soul, the Greek and Germanic roots mean quick-moving, fleeting, mercurial. I’d add evanescent, impermanent, ephemeral disappearing, diminishing, dwindling tenuous, brief, short-lived. Whatever forever—that’s where we’ll be after WWIII. World, home, think, breathe: man, woman the vital force in man, the Anthropocene, men...

Continue reading...

ROLLING WITH THE Rs Poetry Contest Nette Onclaud 8/5/25 Special Tenant wanted Suitable applicant Is responsible and behaves Check marks to bookworms over butterflies No drama, visitors, or noise Nice-sized room is furnished Landlord's hamlet Special...

Continue reading...

The Return The quietness spreads thickly, the atmosphere even thicker. Nature has lost its voice as the house glowers down at him caped in silent stillness; a muscle waiting to twitch! He side-steps the house’s deafening glare, slipping into the secluded garden where nostalgia waits to ambush him with memories unrolled everywhere; hanging in the trees, draped across flower beds lounging on the wooden bench. ...

Continue reading...

This horrid identity fraud began 2003 tampa my desperate plea for help I contacted special agent Paula Brand from Arlington heights Federal Bureau of Investigation also special agent Leroy Heimbach federal bureau of investigation Arlington Heights Illinois and Milwaukee FBI he was the supervisor I reported thieves breaking into my home my abusive ex husband...

Continue reading...

O, vilest of vile high-haughty poems To you professors’ studies are so oft homes The fetid waters of PhD’s, nekkid, you swim well in ~ Though the proper home...

Continue reading...

Because of Montana I am with you, now. Because of Montana the wind still whispers through the pines. Because of Montana I can lay next to you even here in the desert and heat shimmering, cement of a city. ...

Continue reading...

Roosters' morning calls like screwdrivers undoing dream twisted people....

Continue reading...

Where did you go Where have you gone Please tell me you will be back You won’t be long Or are you in your little cottage Above the clouds in the sky A place where love and contentment Are always in full supply Where colourful flowers forever bloom Music and laughter are blissfully heard The sun always shines Kindness is the unwritten word Where pure joy surrounds...

Continue reading...

There was a field behind our grandparents' house in the province. A wide one, green and glimmering, where the rice stalks swayed and the dragonflies danced. Back then, we were just kids—barefoot, loud, and always in trouble for staying out too long. My cousins and I would chase dragonflies until our legs were scratched from the grass. We’d run...

Continue reading...

HOME* ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ night is full of dreams imagination runs free my heart finds its home *Note: This poem was published in June, 2025 at Poetry Soup. (poetrysoup.com › poem › home_1740703). I deleted it but am reposting. This is my original poem. ...

Continue reading...

A blank page, A blank mind, My thoughts consumed by one thing… You. I tried burying myself in organising, And even then you pop up everywhere, It’s like my brain won’t stop, I can’t do anything without you, Or so it seems. I’m shaking just thinking about losing you, But yet there’s a peace in me, I know you’ll be fine, I know you’ll come back, I know… I...

Continue reading...