Heart Home Poems | Examples
These Heart Home poems are examples of Home poems about Heart. These are the best examples of Home Heart poems written by international poets.
"Home" is a word that echoes in my mind
A haunting melody, a cruel design
A place where shadows dance, where love's a lie
Where the heart beats with fear, and tears never dry
I've known the weight of hands that meant to hold
But crushed instead, leaving scars that never unfold
The silence screams, a cacophony of pain
A symphony of shattered dreams, a refrain
I've searched for solace in the darkest night
A fleeting peace that's lost in the morning light
The ghosts of memories haunt me still
Echoes of a love that turned to bitter pill
I yearn for a place where I can be free
Where the weight of expectations isn't crushing me
A place where I can breathe, where my soul can rest
But it's a mirage, a fleeting dream, a distant quest
In this wilderness of broken dreams and shattered hopes
I'll wander, lost, with heart that beats like a rope
I'll follow the shadows, the whispers in my ear
Until I find the silence, the stillness that's so dear
Perhaps in the darkness, I'll find my way
To a place where love isn't a four-letter word for pain
Where home isn't a prison, but a sanctuary true
Where I can be me, without fear, without shame, anew.
I’m from Kansas. My name is Dorothy Gale.
I could weave for you a fantastic tale
about farmhands, a twister, and a floating abode;
flying monkeys, little people, and a yellow brick road;
a wizard and witches and old, yet new, friends;
ruby slippers, little Toto, and how the magic all ends
when the needy at last see they’ve had all along
what they thought they were lacking and then became strong.
I could tell how the clicking of heels took me home,
for there’s no place like home. I have no need to roam.
But instead of creating a long narrative,
I’ll just say from my heart how much I love to live
on a farm here in Kansas with people who care.
The great lesson I’ve learned, I am happy to share:
a trip over the rainbow was not what I needed.
A hard bump on the head led to wisdom I heeded.
When I came to--surrounded by those I love best,
I at last realized I am gloriously blessed.
I found today
I found a start
Along the way
I found my heart
I felt the pace
I felt the beat
I saw her face
I felt the heat
I fumbled nouns
I fumbled verbs
I mispronounced
I slurred my words
I felt her hand
Caress my face
I understand
I found my place
honest
handsome
honey
happy
hope hail
hale half
heart hand
hankers
house home
honor
Ah ! Seven Sisters Wild
let your blueness flow in tides
for hot bread and blankets red cosy
loosen grids to free muddled minds rosy
so all may smell
nasturtiums tangling moist moss bells
Ah ! Seven Sisters Wild
slip here in solitary hours mild
to turn dial in cold of night
tuning to forgotten memories
of secret airy flights
where you taught mysteries
which I now remember as histories
Ah ! Seven Sisters Wild
are you chanting or baking chide
or decorating star garden walls
awaiting awakening calls
the dark silences of your eyes
embracing arums
we arise
I y e a r n for H O M E
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Lost in delusion and wandering blind
Seeking the truth was a quest to find
Stumbling aimlessly each chaotic day
Sifting through teachings that seemed the way
The maze was tough with years of dead ends
Each path seemed right until the bends
But something was missing at each turn
Deluded truth was all that was learned
Yearning for the enlightened way
Made it agonizing for the earth stay
Then a door opened for the truth to be known
Great Universal Law of Falun Dafa was shown
Truthfulness, Compassion and Tolerance is the law
That keeps one rising within the Buddha’s Fa
Be truthful to self with heart and mind
Care about others, be compassionate and kind
Each mountain of hardship will dwindle away
With tolerance and patience endured each day
Cultivating back to one’s true-self begun
By reading, Falun Dafa’s wisdom in Zhuan Falun.
At 2 a.m. the engine hums & the road awaits his tread,
A departing message on the front door camera to his wife and two kids, as he slips away in dread.
The house is warm, the night is cold, his heart is torn in two, for love is here, but duty calls,
"its the career he chose afterall".
He knows the sound of silence well, when fathers must depart,
He lived it as a boy himself—those echoes scarred his heart.
Hi-Vis uniform, the heavy boots, cigarettes comfort the pain,
Now he repeats his father’s path, the cycle forged again.
He grips the wheel, his knuckles white, his head weighed down with ache!
Each road he drives a silent vow: “I do this for their sake.”
The Coal Mine swollows up his days, the dust, the grind,
A job at home is the dream he holds, to leave no
family need behind.
And though each departing cuts him deep mile by mile,
He builds a future, stone by stone, for those who make him smile.
A father’s burden, masked with pride, though loneliness may sting,
For in his sacrifice he gives his children everything.
All these hours he won’t get back
A clock on the wall, a heart with a crack
He watches the hours and how they pass by
Did you steal the stars from the midnight sky?
Long Hello’s but quicker goodbyes,
He carries them all, in his tears and his sighs
He runs from the light, he jumps at the noise
Of all his mistakes, dressed up as boys
He lives for the night, sleeps through the day
Because that’s how the pain all goes away.
He dies in his dreams, but no one knows
What those dreams are, or where they go.
I have been watering it for months—
the small black bulb in the cupboard
that I never let touch sunlight.
It swelled in the dark,
fed on steam from my cooking breath,
fat with the whispers I never spoke aloud.
I told myself it was only a seed,
a pebble in soil, nothing more.
I would open the door,
look at it once, and close it—
like checking the locks before bed.
It learned the shape of my glances.
But today, I reached in.
Today, I held it in my palm.
Its skin was slick as a fish
and when I pulled, the roots screamed up from the earth,
all tendon and white hair,
and the cupboard air smelled of rust.
You said it casually—
your mouth arranging the words
like setting a cup down on a table.
As if the syllables were a button
popped from a shirt, no one’s fault.
I felt my chest open—
not like a door,
but like a letter slit with a knife.
Paper-heart curling, bleeding ink.
You were already talking about something else,
your voice trailing petals across the floor.
I sat very still,
the bulb still in my hand,
its black head beating against my pulse.
I did not crush it.
I only held it tighter
until my fingers forgot they could let go.
The memories of ties that bind
Are rooted deep within the mind
Though we might wish for something new
Down in the heart we know it’s true
We travel so long and so far
Here we can be just who we are
Step by step we’re all moving down the road
Take me home…. Take me home…
In our lives we all need the space to grow
But all roads lead you home.
Can you recall? I’ll bet you can
Although you may not understand
For memories pass slowly on
But in our hearts are never gone
We travel so long and so far
Here we can be just who we are
Someday, somehow, some way…
A sight, a scent, a song,
Will take you back to yesterday
Lead you home, where you belong.
Step by step we’re all moving down the road
Take me home…. Take me home…
In our lives we all need the space to grow
But all roads lead you home.
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 you
There is peace in your heart
Where you wanted to reside
When from this earth you did depart
The place you always called Heaven
Where angels come from
Are you one of them now
My lovely sweet mum
If that is where you are
I will say my goodbye
For I know you are happy
In your heavenly home in the sky
HOME*
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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.
Pictures plastered on my offwhite walls.
Some coloured, some drawn, some art.
Some represent where I walked in halls.
Some represent deepest parts of my heart.
Roots That Breathe Within My Heartbeat
At every step,
their shadow guides me,
My father, steady as an oak in the breeze,
my mother, tenderness in all that feeds.
Their hands wove the thread of my fate,
with patience, love, and a steady gait.
Though time may rush and the world may spin,
my heart always flows back to them within.
I am the fruit of their strength and gaze,
with each triumph, I embrace them again.
No gold nor glory could ever replace,
the warmth in their eyes when I return to their space.
And if life ever calls me to roam,
I’ll carry their voices as my way home.
As we sit and type and stare at our screens.
At times we wonder what all of this means?
With our mouse we roam through poems like a maze.
Looking for something worthy of our praise.
We write of our hopes and tell of our woes,
Most of the time, not knowing where it goes.
We wait for the views and comments to see.
We try to share thoughts authentically.
Friendships begin with people we don’t know.
Some will flourish and continue to grow.
We freely give hugs and our blessings too,
And even sent soup mail to just a few.
Why is it on screen we can be so bold?
Telling our secrets that we’ve never told.
Why do we share the deep thoughts on our minds?
Others can see in through our opened blinds.
We have things to say and feel that we must.
So, we open our hearts to friends we trust.
To Poetry Soup friends, my family,
I have found the place where I’m meant to be.