Love Home Poems | Examples
These Love Home poems are examples of Home poems about Love. These are the best examples of Home Love poems written by international poets.
Heaven invisible and holy.
1 Cor. 2:9,10; Rev. 21:27.
¦¦¦ eye hath seen, ¦¦¦ ear hath heard,
¦¦¦ sense nor reason known,
¦¦¦¦ joys the Father ¦¦¦¦ prepared
¦¦¦ those that love the Son.
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ good Spirit of the Lord
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ heav'n to come;
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ glory in his word
¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ guide us home.
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ the joys above the sky,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ peace;
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦
¦¦¦ see or taste the bliss.
¦¦¦¦¦ holy gates ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ obtain admittance ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ followers of the Lamb.
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ Father's book of life,
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ their names are found;
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
To tread the heav'nly ground
(Blackout of Hymn 105 by Isaac Watts)
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
When I awoke this morning
My love you weren't here
I doubt you ever do return
That is what I truly fear
If only you'd come home to me
I'd hold you dearly in My embrace
Kiss you softly on your forehead
And wipe the tears from your face
I've already forgiven you for leaving
I hope that you can forgive me
I pushed you away with my temper
This is my fault anyone can see
But I realized your love is better
Then getting loud to have control
There will be no more outburst
Think of all the happiness they stole
The air in my lungs is less important
Then you being here in my life
I'm sorry for every tear you cried
I'll be a better husband for you my wife
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..
The Depot
The morning sun begins to peek,
my shaking knees are feeling weak.
With heavy baggage in my hand,
it takes my strength to simply stand.
I am so numb the silence roars,
I have survived my endless wars.
Gazing at the train platform
remnants of the passing storm.
The grass glistens in the breaking sun
oblivious to the battle won.
Crowds disperse, the platform clears,
the whistle echoes in my ears.
To be alone at last, I breathe,
I'm taking in the autumn breeze.
My first steps forward, timid ones,
the light of day finally comes.
For I'm unsure what lies ahead,
will they love me now, wish me dead.
It matters none from here on in,
I fought the war, I fought the sin.
My body's weak but I am home,
my weary soul will cease to roam.
Debra
Winter cold bitter
Escape icy elements
Ruby red warm fire
Embracing the home sweet home
Illuminating loves light
Inspired by the Black Cat Moan song of Glenn Hughes
Like a black cat moaning,
I long for my home,
for once I get back there,
never again shall I roam.
My sun is going down
down down to the ground.
Sky is illuminated
and I sit without a sound.
I look at that sun
and sky the crimson of
the blood of my sweet Jesus,
yearning for His love.
I’m moaning on the inside,
but I’m not afraid to die.
I want to bathe in light divine.
May I vanish into sky!
I need to slide behind yon hill
with the sun that had me awed.
Sun, though you sustain all life,
you shine not as bright as my God.
This garden’s neglected, the grass grew too tall
The bushes and plants look half-dried
Cracked slabs lay uneven, the dog’s water bowl
Is covered with leaves and dead flies
Front door’s off the latch, windows wide open
No photos in frames on the mantelpiece
A phone on the table must’ve been broken
Unlikely it held fingerprints
Wormwood and ivy have grown way too large
Almost conceal the brick walls
Everything seems like completely discharged
Unavailable to any calls
Was it the other day I saw you there?
When was the last time we met?
Tomorrow can’t come, cause it’s busy somewhere
No time for tea can be set.
I am grateful wherever I have lived
how within me the feeling of home is strong…
It’s the place I love and I am loved…
It’s where I know that I belong.
Is it forbidden?
How far will I go to love?
Africa is home
Nice being home.
After a lifetime on the roam.
Nowhere to go.
Around people I know.
The love they show.
Enjoying my time.
Being alive is not a crime.
Expressing myself through rhyme.
Having my own place.
See the smile on my face.
No longer so alone
There's always love shown.
No more shivering in the cold.
As I grow old.
My family is always there for me.
I see.
How peaceful life can be.
Here I sit on a big bookshelf,
I am here all by myself.
At night the lights go off,
the dust makes me want to cough.
Each new day the lights go on,
making me wish I was gone.
I see you walking by,
that makes me want to cry.
Oh please do not be shy,
pick me up to buy.
I just know you need a new book,
give me a look.
You will love what you see,
I can go home and we can have tea and brie.
I am a baby
Teach me how to love this land
Africa is home
No longer naked
I see the truth in your love
Africa is home