Daughter Home Poems | Examples
These Daughter Home poems are examples of Home poems about Daughter. These are the best examples of Home Daughter poems written by international poets.
left alone
icy breeze
not enough
of clothes
homeless
in this cold,
he spits
his venom,
you're
no
daughter
of mine
anymore.
Chases
his
little
girl
with
clinched
of fists.
Now
she
feels
more
alone,
left
with
little
credit
on her phone....
You have named your daughter Sappho
you have named the hills with halo.
We take the next walk to a room
fed with different hues about blume
its chaining unbridled powers
bring the central motif in hours.
The magician wore
my mother’s perfume
and conjured family
from thin air—
a brother renamed uncle,
a wife recast as mother,
a daughter vanishing
behind a tale of bees.
Each sleight of hand was tender—
a hush, a smile, a bowl of soup
cooling on the Formica
while the truth was sawed in half
and tucked beneath the linoleum.
No one told me why
my “uncle” broke my father’s ribs,
or that dad’s flu came in a bottle.
No one told me my brother
had been in prison.
No one told me
I was adopted—
until Aunt Mary dropped the card
like an afterthought,
the queen of spades
sliding from her sleeve.
They said Virginia
died of a bee sting—
a prettier tale than
what swelled inside her,
the blood pressure and seizures,
the silence that followed
her body home.
And no one told me
that my mother wasn’t my mother
until dad blurted it out
on his deathbed.
I didn’t know the word for it
when I was little:
legerdemain—
sleight of hand,
sleight of memory,
the practiced art
of not quite lying
while saying nothing true.
The woods are on fire was my first thought
But I was the one who wanted this journey
So, I took another step into the unknown
The night had turned red, it was a blood moon
Ominous to some? To me, it felt like home
There was a comfort in seeing the souls of the trees
They had always nurtured me, tonight was no different
I saw lights in the distance, the castle of the soothsayer
She had lit the path along the way with spirited reds
A hazy mist in the distance almost looked like snow
I knew it was remnants of her magic; she had begun without me
I am her heir, her apprentice, a seventh daughter of a seventh daughter.
My steps felt light now, there was anticipatory joy in my heart.
I was almost home, where my true training would begin.
I would become an alchemist like my mother and her mother.
The sorceress threw out a wave of pink in a lovely welcome.
I ate a tangy orange today—
its honeyed nectar pulled me back,
to the orchard, where the air danced
with citrus and sunlight.
That tangy, sweet fragrance
brought back a rush of memories:
childhood days of spraying peels,
stinging our eyes, saying, “It’ll make your eyes brighter,”
each sting a playful dare.
I see my mother now,
drying the peels on the windowsill.
What spell was she crafting,
what secret magic lay hidden in those husks?
The orchard is no longer just trees,
but a portal to travel in time.
Its fruit holds the echoes of my memories,
each bite... a step closer to home.
To lose my heart
Will be a failure
Considering the man
Who comes back home
Every night, torn from inside
A trembling smile
Being held together
With a familiar adhesive.
In dress uniform,
Well-trained for combat,
Which could not compare,
With the task at hand.
Sitting on his knee,
His brown-eyed daughter,
Whose eyes filled with tears,
As she made her plea.
“Please, don’t go, Daddy,”
She cried, “Please don’t go.
I’m your little girl
And I love you so.”
Choking back his tears,
Trying to be brave,
How could he explain,
What could not be said?
Right words would not come,
And nothing could drown,
The words of his child,
That pearl in his arms.
“Please, don’t go, Daddy.
Mommy is sad, too.
Don’t leave us alone.
We want you at home.”
I walked inside my burning home,
Gave him a second chance.
Where even the welcoming doormat now,
frowned upon my glance.
Broken glass, a shattered sea,
Hopes and light that blinded me.
It was a fire wild, I mistook for fairy light’s gleam,
Oh, how ignorant I was in my day dream.
The doorknob jammed; banging was heard; desperate demanding now turned into a plea!
History to repeat itself, time's cruel decree.
Steps I took, a journey in vain,
Plotting my doom, trading in myself for endless pain.
The place we laughed I cherished,
Thereafter life turned nightmarished.
Where I thought memories sat,
In that same blazing smoke, all my hopes fell flat.
Rebuild darling! I tried; to regain what once was dear,
But destiny's hand, a circle of life I fear.
A known’s shove back into the fiery pyre,
I rose again, this time no quenched desire.
Realisation dawned upon me,
No soul can be sought twice in a body free.
A burning house, not home, alas I see,
Illusions shattered, not me but at least my darling daughter was set free.
In youth, our lives were spared,
Yet living felt as if we weren't there.
"Don't wear that, don't do this," they'd say,
Restrictions binding us day by day.
"Good girls don't dare to be bold,
Their worth defined by what they're told."
Society judged, obedience the key,
Potential partners won't choose a lively me.
Opinions shaped by what people would think,
Our dreams and ambitions on the brink.
"Girls needn't strive, nor bother to learn,
Their role: a wife and mother's concern."
Dear mother, did you face this plight?
If so, should you have silenced my light?
Oh, father, what did you make me become?
Look in my eyes, can you see happiness, or none?
To you, our dear parents who raised us high,
You thought you protected, but caged our sky.
You believed you loved, guided us with might,
But never asked if joy was within sight.
Unhappy we are, but can't show our sorrow,
For we won't disappoint, even in the morrow.
So here's to you, job well done, we say,
For we're obedient, yet unhappy, every day.
On crossing teenage and entering manhood,
We wished our son should find a loving wife.
Someone who will accept him as he is,
Who will bring joy and cheer into his life.
On an auspicious day, you entered our home,
When our son solemnly tied the marital knot.
Friends and family celebrated that holy union,
And you conquered our hearts from the very start.
Ever since you stepped into our little home,
We accepted you as our long-awaited daughter.
We love you and hold you dear to our heart,
And pray your days be filled with giggles n’ laughter!
We are so glad to claim you as our own.
With a pleasant demeanour, you our hearts have won.
Through thick and thin, we hope you would be with us.
We are sure you would be a loving mate to our son.
You are heartily welcomed to our midst as a daughter.
Wish all success in everything that you persevere,
We pray, no tears dampen your cheeks or fears cloud your sky.
We beseech God’s blessings on you in every sphere!
May. 30.2023
WTF Poetry Contest
Sponsor- John lawless
Nest
It's tough to imagine
The chair where you sit
Vacant and cold
Where we used to chit
And chat in the shallows;
Dive deep in the world
Where ideas, memories
And hopes were unfurled
It's hard to imagine
As lives drift apart
That I've given you all that I have
In my heart
And still ask myself
Is it enough?
For wisdom, discernment
When your world starts to get tough
It's great to imagine
That time when you're home
Will be even more precious
Than the times that we've known
But for now, while your here
Though the salty tear stings
I rejoice in your freedom
In the spreading of wings.
Jinjagoliath
15th May 2023
Our apartment has one bedroom
And 900 feet of space,
But that is where our festive meal,
This year, was taking place.
As we cleaned and cooked, preparing
For the dinner and before,
We knew there would be a special treat
For all of us in store.
Both our grandkids would stay over
When our son and wife would leave,
Sharing sleep space on the sofa,
Not too crazy to believe.
While our daughter, too, would join us
On another pull-out couch,
All attesting to their comfort
To which each of them would vouch.
With one bathroom, we all managed;
We had fun and no one griped.
It was wonderful, for sure,
But now they’re home and I am wiped!
My frustratingly obstinate hubby
Drives me crazy
Always loudly fixing the unfixable
Without any success.
He kept on tinkering stubbornly
Under the kitchen sink
Despite my fervent plea to...
"Just call the plumber already!"
True to form, he dismissed me with...
"No need, sweetie. I'll fix this, trust me."...
I told him, "But babe, it's worst off now!"
Even my daughter sided me on this.
"Dad, I actually agree Mom," she told him
"I think you should call it in," she added.
But did her advice penetrate? Of course not!
"No need, pumpkin. I know what I'm doing,"
He says to her, emphatically.
How typical of him.
The following day,
He's still scooping water out of the sink
With a salad bowl.
My daughter says to him,
"Dad, how about calling the plumber?
And then I said...
"Hon, why don't you ever listen to us?"
He finally calls the plumber
With my side eye trained on him.
I Shoulda Seen It Comin' Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John lawless
Date written: 02/02/2023
the weight of the world
on her shoulders ~
the other children
playing outdoors
and skipping rope
like every other day
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Home invasion
IKEA, the Swedish furniture giant
Is invading your home
Wherever you go homes look the same
all in pine and is a blend of office
and living room
A mother has put her daughter to bed
she sits by a computer and works
(No men in the IKEA world)
No books clutter the space, bookshelves
are for ornamental use a place for toys.
on the wall some friendly print
purposely abstract and tedious
There is no individual taste in a picture
of hygge, a unipolar world, will we drive
a Tesla next?