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.
Signed X’s and O’s
Through the tears…despite my fears,
I’ll be back home again.
Though the war rages for endless ages,
I’ll be back home again.
Though I’m far away from you,
You have no need for concerns,
For my love remains true,
And my passion still burns,
And I’ll be back home again.
Though its dark and lonely here,
Thoughts of you keep me strong.
Being kept from you is my only fear,
But I know it won’t be for long,
And I’ll be back home again.
And though the time I must be away
Drags slowly on and on,
We both know there will come a day
When from this hell I’ll be gone,
And I’ll be back home again.
And though I say, “Don’t forget to pray,”
That I’ll be back home again,
And when I’m through, you’ll know it’s true,
‘Cause I’ll be back home again.
When it’s my turn to come back home,
It’s on the first plane I’ll be,
With no more desire to roam,
And it’s your lovely face I’ll see
When again I’m back home.
I’ll do what I must,
And in God I trust,
While my service I complete,
Till I’m back home my sweet.
Signed with X’s and O’s--
That’s how the letter closed,
That the chaplain brought to her door.
A soldier back home never more…
Just one pint in a cosy warm pub
Keep us away from the family we love
Just one more pint - the evening won’t end
The time you have a laugh with a friend
Just one more pint, a pint between mates
Talking about all our trophies and mistakes
Just one more pint, A pint for the road.
We start talking about secrets we’ve been told
Just one more pint relaxed and unaware
Of people were talking about standing right there
Just one more pint - We’ll put the world to right
Standing up for what we don’t really care about all through the night.
Just one more pint although the evening is young
We may try a nightclub too old for this fun.
Just one more pint and then the stumble home
Fingers too fat to type on the phone
Just one more pint- then we’ll call it a night
Stumbling back with fast food in sight
O leave your home-bound narrow world,
Take to the vast dome of the world.
No use just sticking to your home,
See, sun and moon roam in the world.
As do old leaves, flowers and fruits,
Turn not to soil’s loam of the world.
Look at home-bound frustrate oceans,
Ground-stuck, they froth and foam in world.
There’s world to learn away from home,
There no better tome be than world.
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Ghazal |05.07.2025| world, roam, home
Country Road
There's nothing like kicking back in a rocking chair.
A day off drinking a beer.
No worries in sight.
My soul will soon take flight.
Just clouds in the air.
A cool breeze here and there.
A country road away from the crowd.
Peace and quiet, not too loud.
Like a harp, strings in the air.
Next to me is an empty chair.
I’m just a run down old man.
Setting here with an empty glass.
Drink into the night.
Look up into the sky.
Nothing else to hold on to.
Days are numbers and short, so true.
Dust flies from driving down an old country road.
No other place but home.
Sit back and watch the days go by.
I just wanted you to be mine.
Sorry I didn’t say the words you needed to hear.
Soon the end of my life is near.
One day we can have closure.
Time is flying, and that's for sure.
Everything is just a blur.
Your heart has always been pure.
I hope the echoes of our laughter
still linger in your halls,
and dust from our shoes
still clings to your floors.
I hope your tables still cradle
the dreams we wove with ink —
amid silent sighs and tired eyes,
our thoughts drifting far and away.
I hope you still sing our song,
tuned with secrets we once shared,
with notes born from inside jokes,
while silent promises hung in the air
I left a piece of myself with you,
my home away from home.
Loneliness has no friend itself
It dwells in the shadows
Hide in the empty walls
Waiting for one sad loner
It exist within a lost soul..
Not a number of people scare it out
Parties and bashes it waits more
Until the end it ends every session
Loneliness knows where it's welcomed
It doesn’t wait for a proper invitation…
Wherever it finds a space it confides
Whenever it feels comfortable
It gives its own comfort
It is not ashamed or shy away
Loneliness shows confidence
Where its point and validity feel safe…
Away from home
It waits for you to come home
In school at church
Itknows your moment of return
It doesn’t bother it is patient
Loneliness knows where to find you…
Your education doest scare it
Your laughter doesn’t shake it off
It gets glued it stays long
Loneliness get away with its way
It knows who needs it most always…
“Wherever I lay my hat”, he said
Inferring home was there.
A state of belonging bound in felt
Anchored in darkest millinery.
He had his hat; his hat was home.
The putrid hostel beds and often doorways
Always home to him,
Never mind the ice-cold fingers,
Ripping at his worn sleeping bag
Storm after storm assaulted the city.
He was warm within himself.
He had his hat; his hat was home.
A security blanket, nursing his psyche
Hiding him away from the hideous reality
Where the discarded homeless was a norm.
Society, uncaring, dismissed him with a glance,
Pouring hateful derision his way
He had his hat; his only home.
My mother~
the reason my heart begins to beat,
my guardian angel,
my warm blanket of comfort.
In her care, my dreams take root and bloom.
She is my guiding light in every storm.
She is the song most suited to my dance,
the well of love, of kindness, care.
The only star in my ocean’s sky,
the reason I sparkle like sunlit gems,
the hearth where all my hopes are kindled,
my chest of love, my tender warmth.
A good wife to my father,
she made our family a gallery of masterpieces.
She cooks, she cleans, she works, she gives.
In her eyes, my tears find shelter.
In her heart, my love finds rest.
She wears my sorrow
and wraps me in a robe of joy.
My mother~
my first teacher, firm yet kind,
a compass when my path grew dim.
She taught me how to brave life’s storms
and guided me with patient strength
toward the light of wiser choices~
the voice of right when right felt far.
To my yet-to-be wife—
turn not my heart away from her.
Respect her, that our home may bloom.
Give her honour, like rain gives the earth.
Then shall your love flow through my blood,
and on your head shall rest the crown
of my eternal love and care.
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?
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
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..
i want to return to my home,
my paradise my home away from home,
my HOME,
defining home the place we feel most comfortable, loved, and protected,
my home is my family,
i feel distant and lost far away from home,
i feel deserted and abandoned,
i feel dark, disoriented, and too reserved,
i want to be known , discovered, and mingled with,
i want friends and connections,
i want waves and bumps , i want love but i dont, i want sleepless nights and endless talks, i want midway adventures,
i want life ,
i want home.
There is immense love for family,
But sometimes it is difficult to express,
Within you know, how much you feel blessed.
It is tough for you to confess,
How much you are attached.
You may live miles away from them,
But you know your roots well.
There will always be a special place for them,
As within, an ocean of love dwells.
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.