Away From Home Poems | Examples
These Away From Home poems are examples of poetry about Away From Home. These are the best examples of Home Away From poems written by international poets.
By Poet.... "Haven hide me safe and sound. Far away from this cruel world. Give me peace of mind and body."
The story of my haven,
as I ran from the huge raven.
Was I living in a cave-in?
Life's pictures have been hung with a cloth pin.
The huge raven represents life,
the cave-in represents midlife.
Where did life go?
Time had no flow,
no more glow.
All the time I was low,
I just wanted to live and to grow.
Hiding in my safe haven covered with snow,
I now watch TV and a new game show.
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Quiet places
seem to offer a way out -
early mornings thick with mist
and the sheeted calm
of water mirroring first light
filtering through the willow trees
on the far bank.
And yet a strange tension
surrounds the still.
Sometimes,
I am sure if I reach out,
my hand will pass right through
a membrane that holds
this world within a bubble -
I will break out into what
is truly real and shines
through the stained glass
windows of all great art
and sings to the soul.
In heightened moments
we all seem a mere millimetre
away from rupturing this thin,
suffocating self prison,
to be close to taking
a breath of pure air
from a place we have known
and yet been away from
for so long - our home.
back to teaching
and breathing again
to be away from children
for any length of time
took all the colors away
watching four-year olds
laugh, run and scream
winter coats
in the drizzling afternoon
sensing God smile
hiding behind
skinny tree trunks
dolls and trucks,
redirection
lessons through tears
and the calendar
a structured day
my humbled heart
sings:
“I am home”
I have my shelter from the elements
my haven away from world madness
my well of peace and harmony
where it’s safe and i feel free
within its confines.
But really … is it more of a hideout where
I ignore the call within to insurrection
to rise against injustice or at least
to come to the aid of its victims
instead of merely laying low avoiding bullets
avoiding getting my hands dirty
avoiding the disarray of life?
Isn’t our fundamental role one and all
to find meaning and be of service in some way?
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Our hearts romanticize the vagabond.
To walk away from all that brings you down.
It’s true we’re free to get up and be gone.
In search of new horizons to be found.
Always snipping at the ties that bind us
And doing all you would just as you may.
Worries can all just be left behind us.
‘Cause in the morn we simply walk away.
Dodging all responsibilities now.
There’s nothing holds you down or brings you back.
Thinking and just doing as you please now.
All you might need you carry in your pack.
But this, my curse, my cross: to always roam…
Cannot you feel my loss: O! Where is home?
May we be blessed that wherever our children’s feet take them in life
wherever they happen to roam…
those same feet that lead them away from us…
will also lead them back home..
The world has spun out of it's axis.
Gibraltar is crumbling down below.
Sequential order
Scattered to the four winds;
E n v e l o p e d
In the conflagration of chaos.
Oh, trouble...
Once again, you greet me
From the stygian abyss.
You beckon from the hopeless place
We departed,
But I must refuse you.
I've drifted away from you
Like tendrils of smoke.
It's too cold and isolating
Where you reside;
I'm afraid I can no longer be
Your ally in loneliness.
I choose to dwell in the clouds
Where the sun shines brightest.
I'd rather float up here
With hope
As you lie in despair's ruins.
I'm comfortably at home
In my meridian splendor.
NO HOME
I turn to you for help
You turn your face away from me
I turn to you in tears
You act like you can't see.
Can't you see me turn to you
Can't you see my tears
Can't you see my pleas for help
To wash away these fears.
I call to you in desperate plight
You turn as if you want to fight
I turn to you once again
All you do is push me away.
Can you hear me calling you
Can you hear me call your name
Can’t yiu see my desperate pleas
Can you not push me away.
Why don’t you listen to me
Is it because I have no home
Why can’t you just try and see
Why I feel so alone.
I call to you for help
I call to you once again
I see your face change colour
I can also see your shame.
when I think of running away from home
what do I want to take?
a little food would be good
peanut butter and crackers for sure
I put them into my backpack
do I need my jewelry? Not really.
Two t-shirts, a pair of shorts, some long pants
Maybe one nightie
Tennis shoes and socks, but no dress shoes
two credit cards, and three hundred dollars cash.
cell phone, insurance card, car key, a pillow and blanket
copy of my resume’, notebook, pen
I open the car door and my three dogs jump inside.
I go back into the house to get three more pillows and dog food.
when I think of running away from home
what do I want to take?
a little food would be good
peanut butter and crackers for sure
I put them into my backpack
do I need my jewelry? Not really.
Two t-shirts, a pair of shorts, some long pants
Maybe one nightie
Tennis shoes and socks, but no dress shoes
two credit cards, and three hundred dollars cash.
cell phone, insurance card, car key, a pillow and blanket
copy of my resume’, notebook, pen
I open the car door and my three dogs jump inside.
I go back into the house to get three more pillows and dog food.
My safe haven, my sanctuary away from everything
I am running away the four-year-old told his parents.
Take some clothes, his father urged him.
Better take your piggy bank, said his sister.
Would you like a sandwich? Asked his mother.
He said he did not need any of that stuff.
He was only taking one thing, his puppy, Ralph.
Ralph happily followed him to the gate.
Where they sat for a bit, staring at the neighbors.
If they went to the left, there was a loud barking dog.
The people living to the right had a mean cat.
A car honked and their neighbor waved at them.
The four-year-old asked, “had enough?” and they returned home.
It followed me home the youngster said.
The rooster was struggling to get away from her grasp.
We can see that said her parents.
Far away from home and feeling all alone, I crave all the comforts that'll make this house a home.
The clock on the wall, ticks down the hall, it's hands waving to me, as it calls.
The sun is rising, casting its warm light,
the kitchen is waking up, cheerful and bright.
The coffee pot is waiting, wanting to be filled, the cups all lined up, on the window's sill.
The bed is warm and comfy, the pillows soft-yet lumpy, the sheets freshly washed, I smell something.
The oven warms my home,
I'm sure that I'll be fed,
a wiff of baked cookies,
before I go to bed.