Haiku Home Poems | Examples
These Haiku Home poems are examples of Home poems about Haiku. These are the best examples of Home Haiku poems written by international poets.
Roosters' morning calls
like screwdrivers undoing
dream twisted people.
w~a~l~k~e~d searching for l - o - n - g
lost in m#a#z#e of faceless ÖÖcrowdÖÖ
will you take me home /\
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same sky as years pass
planets in sync as always
with or without me
bright blue Robin eggs
in the nest outside my door
my home is their home
Heidi Sands
5/10/25
(C)opyright
When I write of “home”,
it’s not them I’m aching from,
just the world outside.
so, lit flight resting
bird nest upon the crevice
of the building set
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the eaves Covenant
are gathered stored twigs leaves and....
mud fashioned into
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a home for mother
bird and her chicks to live life
until baby's take flight
3/11/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2024
A small-raised castle...
a below-ground grave-like nest:
ants' safe life-haven:-
no ups nor downs
in fact, home is best
no east nor west
Inspired by the lovely poetess Andrea Dietrich's poem: Over and Over and Over Again.
Love
Forgotten home
Comes life
Hell
Home
Carolina home
In the great Palmetto State
Place where I was born
Boy was free to roam
On a ninety-acre farm
Free from fear and harm
In dirt, sand or mud
We sandlappers had it all
To work, play, or brawl
Turning the dark dirt
Putting the hounds on the trail
Tussling with cousins
Having dirt clog fights
Making toys out of pine bark
Plowing fertile fields
Running through the pines
Wading through the boggy swamp
Swinging from a vine
Down in muddy swamp
Turtle is called a “cooter”
Anglicized slave word
So my cousin says
Parents were missionaries
Belgian Congo
Many days have gone
Much water under the bridge
Since I left that home
Days of yesteryear
Now, home is where I reside
But memories last
Old men
sit in wheelchair
drool
Golden Gate
shining in sun
home again
home had expansion
would find it to be fashion
became big mansion
had ridden a horse
on property with golf course
poor game with remorse
shot well below par
had few drink at a bar
after wrecked my car
broken branches lead
to secret home of insects
hiding from the world
In my cul-de-sac
tall trees hide us from the street
keeping us from harm