Home Sweet Home Poems | Examples
These Home Sweet Home poems are examples of poetry about Home Sweet Home. These are the best examples of Home Home Sweet poems written by international poets.
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
Wake me in the morning
long before the sun;
I swear I will be here
when the day is done.
Might be open spaces
under distant skies,
They’ll be changing colors, too,
with another morning’s rise.
I been across this whole land,
sometimes more than twice;
Even though it was in my dreams
it looked so very nice.
Still I have been grounded,
I got no need to roam,
And lucky are the people
who find their forever home.
As changes come and go,
while mountains drift to sea,
There will be some standing there
crying out that they been freed.
Footprints on the shoreline
been washed away by rain,
Those once on the mountain now
know the meaning of their pain.
Some call it a resting place,
this little piece of ground;
They speak soft “you’re lost to us”
but I believe we been found.
Words fade slow on tombstones
as the years pass us by,
Soon everyone comes to know
that home sweet home can’t be denied.
Sweet words from you
To guide us through
This life abroad.
Sweet Lord guide us
This unknown road
We get us through.
Sweet song we heard
From far away
Think home is near.
Sweet comfort hug
From our loved ones
Welcome us home.
What’s more peaceful
Than a home complete
With children’s laughter, and a love so sweet
A quiet life where hearts are light
And every day feels calm, feels right.
We may roam through work and play
In search of our dreams
But no matter where our feet may roam
There is no place like our dear home.
In search of wealth, to distant lands
We wander far with open hands
But riches fail to bring us peace
For only at home, our hearts find ease.
Home, sweet home
There’s nowhere else like home.
Even if we're in places the sun doesn't sleep
The warmth of our home is what we seek.
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.
They say Home is where the heart is
But my heart lays with you
Forever as if it always knew
That the cure to my illness was to stay around
Forcing me to understand just how
So I sit and think of what we are now
We used to be everything and nothing
All in one
But now your name doesn’t pop up when I hear my phone ring
And I can’t help but wonder
What if I didn’t run
What if I stayed where I was lying in the sun
The what ifs hurt more then knives on skin
When I think of you I think of when
The past in which we were
Crumpled into a timelapsed blur
The pitch of your voice soothed my soul
All I see is from me which you stole
Laughter once emanated from my body deep
Now shallow coughs are all I reep
Smiles danced across my face
Now I can’t seem to find their trace
Of who I was so long ago
But I want you to know
That once you were my home sweet home
The love that once found you down to my bone
Seems to have run cold
Turned to hatred I fear
For I never want you near
So they say home is where the heart is
But my heart has been gone for awhile
Killed by all the hurt it has compiled
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
Heavenly body, hurtling forward, carrying me home.
Home to where my heart is, home to where my family is,
Home sweet home.
Can you never go home again?
Will it never be the same as my memories?
I need my familiar things, familiar ways
I need to replenish myself; renew the ties that bind
Repair the bonds that must be stretched so far, to where we are now.
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.