Metaphor Home Poems

Unlikely Mike
by Michael R. Burch

I married someone else’s fantasy;
she admired me despite my mutilations.

I loved her for her heart’s sake, and for mine.
I hid my...

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Where to, old man, with your weary stride
Through the streets where shadows hide? 

Is it to the past you wander now
Or chasing dreams that fled...

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My room was a mess
I left an empty plastic bag 
on the floor, by the bed
And when I walked around 
It stuck to my feet
And...

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A visitor in my own skin stopping by as a guest 
Rented out happiness with no permanent address

As searched for stability I found a place...

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Dumpster-Diving Deity

By Mark D. Stucky
Dirty, broken, and forgotten,
discarded as worthless junk
at garage sales and trash collections,
were treasures I have rescued.
Where others saw rubbish,
the eye of...

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Evict me from this grimy house
My son asked me what self-loathing is
His home still occupied with laughter
I was taken aback by his cleanliness
I told him...

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Restaurant cuisine
    wears torn jeans

  Its label reads
    'Made by machine'...

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*** Directions to Our House ***


To find our house, you first go
Carefully down the towering show
Of those puffed cloud stairs
Touched by golden sun-glows.
Proceed to pass...

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Home is where the heart is
Two eyes looking back at me 
In your presence and embrace 
The safest place I’ve ever been
The place I’d like...

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When I stepped in here
I caught the unsymmetrical patterns on the wall,
The dark maroon contrasting curtains,
An open cupboard and 
A thick layer of dust on...

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Loss is like a broken window. 
In summer and spring, you do not notice it. 
It is just a fact; the window is broken; it...

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I build a house
with words poetic bricks...
Tile all with flourishes
and I paint it with poetry...
In the study room,
theorems,
in the room of love
only poems...
In front, I...

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This room is odd…
Do I remember it? 
This house is big but surely…

I have been in this room before
The paintings are odd in subject matter,
Execution,...

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Human history is difficult;
hard pressed,
discovering
and rediscovering,
connecting
and reconnecting feelings
about therapeutic needs
and sacred wants
for trauma-prevention peace
trust
joy

Through co-empathic singing passions
which may,
too often, 
feel stressful

Irritating
depressing
stormy
before unconditional win/win regard
for Self...

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Family
I've been at the deepest boroughs with them
In deep having real conversations,
and for a moment I thought
That finally I'd gotten through them
Only to be disappointed...

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