Home Sweet Home Poems | Examples
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The familiar aroma of the
Spices of onions, garlic thyme,
basil, ginger, black peppers
and and cinnamon.
These are triggers in active
response to Mama's soup
This is my home coming.
Home sweet home.
(15th November 2015)
Winter cold bitter
Escape icy elements
Ruby red warm fire
Embracing the home sweet home
Illuminating loves light
my road trip
three mile long trains
miles and miles of trucks
and a car breakdown
home sweet home
Unsavory characters lewdly hang about
nowhere I want to spend my time
~ staying home’s looking mighty fine
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
What did my soul have to say on that fatal day,
I will save you so you can live your life.
My soul speaks as I go along my way,
life can be great or life can be trying.
Ego must be kicked to the curb to die,
so we can know God's grace for us.
God's heartbeat fills us with love,
can you feel it?
My soul speaks to me daily,
reminding me I am complete.
I now must return home,
to my home sweet home.
Hammer and nails
And pine and paint,
Made by hands ...
Earns no complaint
A roof and walls
Not much more,
A hole in the wall
Is my front door
Put there for me
... A place to go,
Just to get out of
The rain and snow
Home sweet home
In a rustic realm,
Hidden up and away
... In a shady elm
One safe haven ...
No matter what occurred,
A place to go ...
For one small bird.
Growing up,
I was the runt of the litter.
My siblings called me Cute,
because I was the youngest one.
It was very hard growing up as a little mouse,
gray with tiny white spots.
I saw myself as big as a mountain,
then felt that mountain move inside of me.
Growing and learning is what I did,
then one day I was all grown up.
I wondered,
where would the world take me?
I found myself living on top,
yes on top of a mountain.
I am no longer the runt,
I am no longer called Cute.
Living on top of this mountain,
is my home.
The mouse and the mountain,
now has become one.
mother spat
theres too much chat
inside playing ball
swinging the bat
childrren scurried
nervously sat
why do you bicker
behave like a brat
your fathers the same
acting the pratt
here he is now
his worn leather hat
home sweet home
says the welcome door mat
wipe off those grins
your wearing so fat
your punishmet stands
i promise you that
Hey Tom, you look well cared for and well fed,
Sure you longed to sleep in your own bed,
You must've had pain, hope they spoiled you,
More medication, preferred a whiskey or two,
Which nurse did you like best, which one a dread.
Petals….
Captured into the Void…..
a Energy that has no beginning or end…
Angels that Yearn to Know Love…
The Visibility of Their Presence….
Is Truly a Gift….
Come with me …..Into the Shadows…
Embrace these fragmented Souls…
Together We Can….
We are the Way….
The Truth ….
The Hope….
The Love…..
Together We Are God’s Grace and Will….
We can bring them ….
Home….Sweet… Home….
glad i’m home V back to
same old same old V miss the birds
mine sing V home sweet home
4/25/2023
My home sweet home be, by a salt water taffy sea
Where I dream dreamy dreams of whipped creams,
From a pillow of marshmallow on a bed of Jell-O
Under a bedspread of gingerbread, iced in red,
My doors and floors made of graham cracker s'mores
And gumdrops, lollipops and candy-coated rooftops.
(December, 6th, 2022)
The half moon shimmered wanly as she wrote
“Dearest, do you realize how much I miss you?
How long will your trip abroad take?
Here I am in empty rich, luxury mansion.
A hovel with you would have been better.
Or perhaps you do not love me anymore?”
Thus the letter arrived in my posh Rome hotel.
I could not help but let a lonely tear drop down
And smudge the words written there.
Why can’t I find the courage to write a full letter?
Only fragments have I written, not worth sending.
The show goes on and all around me were the so-called friends.
Yet I have none, absolutely none. One day I’ll disappear,
Leave Rome and go back to my home sweet home.
Even if you give up gold, you could find it later.
And if you lavish love, you will mislay on it in a year.
But, if you ruin a nation or a place, where can you sight one?
Written: March 15, 2021
“Home, Sweet Home” by John Howard Payne
Home Sweet Home -Buzzwords
(Poem Sweet Home)
I’ve been to a lot of lovely places
But the poem-stead is my home.
I’ve seen a lot of friendly faces
But there’s only one place I call home.
It’s where rhyme meets with free verse
And alliteration’s free to roam.
A place where most of us don’t curse
Yes, the poem-stead is my home.
1-19-22
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