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.
Safe in each other's arms lies our compass
a gifted direction of serenity in the evening
when your smile is a flesh tone canvas
that points to the stress that is leaving
our sanctuary in twilight is a calming delight
where we cast all of the day's troubles aside
welcome the soft grandness of love's gentle light
to this cause our hearts will always abide
no walls to build where emotions can hide
in this realm of purity, our safe haven
to these quiet moments our contentment is tied
so, this refuge of love is never shaken
we share the tenderness of our compassion
to lie still and silent in our love's armor
we are one another's home and companion
where our heart is a safe and welcomed harbor
Sprightly walk on landing,
then I step down each rung,
with habitual due dispatch,
an enthusiastic heart beats,
mind awash with apt fervour,
whilst fixating on elation,
that weaves rose bud tints,
to dawn townscape purliue,
on a fair earthborn agenda,
whose brief a germ kernel,
mission sprouting benign,
seeds among the coterie,
red sunrise street dwellers,
who sense crimson aura,
a fond radiant saunterer,
that tonic touchstone,
oops .. watch the last step
I love old book stores.
The smell and look of old books,
sets my heart a pumping.
At home I have my favorite stops,
checking out each shelf carefully.
When I travel,
I look up stores before I leave home.
My list can be short or long,
with a book or two or three following me home.
This summer I found an old book,
a book jumped into my shopping cart saying,
please take me home.
I have been reading on and off for weeks,
last night I got to the end.
I could not wait to see what was going to happen,
The Last Page Was missing.
You knew by heart Beethoven
You liked to hum his tunes
Your wind was gently blowing
In our shoreline dunes
The light of our faces
Still shimmers in the air
Although we left no traces
No sign that we were there
Among the other randoms
That fill the narrow streets
The strangers pass like phantoms
We never care to meet
Back home again, you turn on
The aircraft broadcast
I couldn’t be more wrong
Thinking our time would last
Another time writes letters
Maybe a star, extinguished
Says we’re no more than petals
Of roses unrelinquished
It’s not the same old story
It changes every day
Each time I come, I worry
What you'd suppose to say..
Two by two
They flew
Wings in the air
Blue skies they all share
There is one place
Home base
They rest
Call it a nest
For them it's the best
Eggs hatch there
Soon a pair
Young at heart
Do their part
In the air
Soar to real heights
Sun so bright
Miss the kite
Of the kids first flight
Hold on tight
Stay calm
Or a dive bomb
Will scare Mom
Who scouts the town
Safe and sound
Well fed
And in bed
With the one she wed
If the road back home runs through a man’s heart
why does he ever leave in the first place
O, I suppose flashing neon lights and fancy eateries
beckon and lure would-be sophisticates
‘Til they find that one meal at home is worth
more than all that expensive, unnourishing ‘cuisine’
Not to mention hot cars and flashy clothes
sinking their tenterhooks into station wagons and overall jeans ...
...
My yard stands quietly in the sun,
Morning bones of adobe bright,
Measured shadows lean like questions,
Muted fences breathe warm dust,
Mesa winds hum through still air,
Memory settles in soft light,
Motionless heart of the desert.
Moving down along the way, going home
Passing houses and streets where I roamed
Here was the Clover shop, there were
Molly Gwinn’s, Saxon Parole, Hound and Hare
And so many more of spots I used to know
Gone to dust a rather long time ago
There’s no home without you, darling love
But I’m talking to your photograph
Over the hills of green, far away
I keep moving along day by day
The illusion I’m through sets me free
If I’m real or not makes no diff for me
Home is where my heart is and vice versa
Any order of words brings the mercy.
Golden prairies roll,
Whispers chase the setting sun,
Wild hearts find their home.
Faded murmurs soothe new twilight
as a gentle smoke blows around
the wind... mild circles hushing
my Manila dwelling along
a dampened , rainy lane
bringing me back home to shelter me
after a rugged storm of heart, its pain...
breezy whiffs with the falling
of wrinkled branches
ruffle the threads of drenched sky,
yet the soft fire- glow of home
cradle these breaths ...and all else lays quiet
in the twang of sunrise.
First Place
“Heart thoughts are profound, hindsight aches and hope is obscure.
I’m craving a great adventure — one that leads me back home.”
—Donna Lynn Hope
Homesickness
Harried bumps in the road
Oafish swish-swash on tracks
Merrily the swipe of Bavaria
Eagerness to wolf down baked goods
Stranger dangers seem far away
Illicit pranks of broken down water closets
Chiming of bells, bells, bells
Killing time by rubbing off soap from hands
Numb-founded at pratfall
Eager to move from place to place
Soon…soon…be still and let God move
Seas separate kin like whites and yolks
Family is the place where my people are
I carry it in my heart even if I may be far.
A sweet sanctuary where we roost and rest
A lovely abode, more than all mansions blest.
After the day’s toil, it is to family’s shelter we retire.
A simple dwelling with not even a palace on par.
A place of love when in joy or grief we are together,
Where we can be as we are, with no pretenses ever.
Here with love’s leavened bread, we are fed
Where each member is bound by unity’s thread.
A lone tear trickles down her tender cheek
Abashed, she blushes, as is her wont
The tear removed, her duress concealed
in her heart, a rift revealed
Deep in her chambers, something’s amiss
Though the hearth is ablaze and the table’s just so
Who is to say what triggers emotions
of angels who dwell at edges of oceans
Silence reigns in the corners of her room.
Shadows stretch where laughter once filled the air.
A chair sits untouched, the imprint of memory faded.
Light pours across empty spaces, seeking substance.
The walls echo with the hush of what’s missing.
You are the silver thread in the fabric of my life.
The clock moves, but time feels empty here.
Air, thick with a longing, invisible yet perceived.
Absence; shapes carved by what was once here.
Presence; her ghost forever resting in my heart.
For you, I'll keep lit up
the pathway to my heart
so you can find
your way back home to me
AP: 3rd place 2026