Welcome Home Poems | Examples
These Welcome Home poems are examples of Home poems about Welcome. These are the best examples of Home Welcome poems written by international poets.
The home is full with the sound of laughter
Friends and family all the kids playing chasing each other
Gentle talking and loud voices
All in the mix this is where home is it's fixed
Nourished by food
Nourished by rhyme
Spinning the music lost in time
The fire's on burning hot and bright
Comfort togetherness this fills the home tonight
The home is a mess but that's ok
Our home is lived in this is where we play
Nourished by food
Nourished by rhyme
Spinning the music lost in time
We dance and move
We share and lean
We open our hearts in the mood to dream
To blend and bond
No longer alone
All are welcome here in the spirit of our home
Nourished by food
Nourished by rhyme
Spinning the music lost in time
The fire's on burning hot and bright
Comfort togetherness
This fills the home tonight
Nourished by food
Nourished by rhyme
Spinning the music lost in time
We dance and move
We share and lean
We open our hearts in the mood to dream
To blend and bond
No longer alone
All are welcome here in the spirit of our home
All are welcome here in the spirit of our home
There is no need
for me to chase,
just prepare a place
and keep still.
In time it will come,
quietly, unannounced,
at first with caution
born out of hurt.
Circling me
it will gradually
wind in the distance
of its fear
and pause quite near,
then draw closer,
and closer,
until it presses
its trembling warmth
against me and nestles
under my arm.
Slowly I will hold it
to myself,
welcome it home.
With pure light, you cannot see.
With pure darkness, you cannot see.
With both, you will see the beauty of life surrounding you.
Mountains, Sea, sky, and life will sing knowing your truth.
Now, your journey begins through the night stars and space.
Your soul now remembers this loving, unknown embrace.
You are home, welcomed in love as you swirl in his splendor.
With a twinkle in his eye, he dries a tear with his touch, so tender.
Thinning wind around your ankles,
rusted wings cant fly, but walk,
welcome to this resentment once more,
life and death, where do we go,
willingly or unwillingly, here we are
why not just try, go away for some time,
if you decide to stay, take your life
give it away, someone has done the same,
for you, for me , for all of us,
understanding this underground
free market of souls, the cost
of living six feet under,
the cost of living above,
its all the same at the end.
The roads are jammed; the traffic crawls
And rain clouds fill the sky.
The cars are crammed and, on the walls,
Graffiti passes by.
The cabbie shrugs, “That’s how it goes”
As we head slowly home,
The morning’s hugs, you might suppose
The highlight of the poem.
Yet sunny skies and swaying palms
Don’t equal paradise,
So don’t surmise that lifestyle calms,
Though while you’re there it’s nice.
New York has faults and though it’s true
That life here can be hard,
You can’t just waltz through what you do;
It’s tough in that regard.
For where you live is in your bones –
The good parts and the not,
So you forgive what causes moans
And deal with what you’ve got.
When home becomes a ring
And rivalry serves as supper
With the winner becoming lord
By a blow below the belt
Leave to live
When the bed becomes a field
Hosting rival players
And a goal is instant defeat
When respect is flushed down the toilet
And love is on life support
Leave to live
When 'Good Morning' is a burden
And going home becomes an aversion
And eating together seems like chewing dust
When the home becomes a kiln in the winter
When the sound of rainfall brings tears
The appearance of the rainbow foments frozen fears
Leave to live
When the pillow becomes drenched daily
And work a welcome remedy
When the eyes are open yet not seeing
And neighbors sit out expecting a spectacle
When the days are long, the nights empty
And sleeping becomes a nightmare
When prayers cease and help a distant dot
Leave to live.
The woods are on fire was my first thought
But I was the one who wanted this journey
So, I took another step into the unknown
The night had turned red, it was a blood moon
Ominous to some? To me, it felt like home
There was a comfort in seeing the souls of the trees
They had always nurtured me, tonight was no different
I saw lights in the distance, the castle of the soothsayer
She had lit the path along the way with spirited reds
A hazy mist in the distance almost looked like snow
I knew it was remnants of her magic; she had begun without me
I am her heir, her apprentice, a seventh daughter of a seventh daughter.
My steps felt light now, there was anticipatory joy in my heart.
I was almost home, where my true training would begin.
I would become an alchemist like my mother and her mother.
The sorceress threw out a wave of pink in a lovely welcome.
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.
She didn’t know what to expect,
a foreign land to what was supposed to be familiar but so different
The smell of coffee, diesel fumes, cologne and bacon grease all stations smell the same
Doughnuts on the table; warm smiles and back slaps
“ Where are you from? “ let the California jokes fly because only Cali would send over a small vegetaran female
“ grab a cup, sit with us.”
“ your part of our family now”
Something she had waited so long to hear.
Laughing during movie night
Her own locker, dresser, bed. She has her own seat on the couch.
Sitting backwards with a old school helmet
Oversized headphones on her ears
Training was done from different points of view
She got sworn in last night
She made it home
Untethered and roaming in a world I've never seen
The colors have all changed
A parallel to what I knew, yet different
Emptiness has introduced itself
Like a balloon expanding, I float with nothing to hold me
I feel, yet there's still nothing
I blink with ease, though there's weight in my eyes
As if I'm being pulled down by an invisible force that I can't see, but instead, feel
The light has left me.
The embers are gone
It's cold and the only comfort there is the grey smoke that coats the surfaces
Life did once exist.
Dreams were painted all over the walls
Hope filled the tables
Grey remains
The quiet remains
Comforting all the same.
Alone again I am, but that's okay
In my own home, I'm a guest now
I don't know this place, but a sense of familiarity brushes my mind
Have I been here before?
Who lives here?
Who lived here?
Welcome home
Can I come home now Jesus?
It seems I’ve been away a long time
I got lost you see
All the roads looked the same to me
And the lights were never so dark and cold
As when you weren’t there at my side
Can I come home now Jesus?
I’ve been very lonely without you
There was no one to listen to my stories
Or share my tears when I was sad
I don’t know if you noticed Lord
But your world is not very friendly
For the poor you loved so much
Can I come home now Jesus?
I can’t promise to be perfect every day
Or to remember to give thanks for your blessings
Occasionally you’ll shake your head
And wonder about me
Or why I got into such a mess
When you were there waiting to help me
How could I forget the heavenly Father’s
Enduring love for me?
And when I do come home Jesus
May I leave behind the fear that haunts me
The voices telling me I am worthless
The past that lives in my todays and tomorrows
May I live your promise of peace and love
When you open your arms
And welcome me hom
You clean, you shop, you rearrange;
You cook and bake, yet what is strange
Is that your guests won’t really care
‘Bout all your efforts to prepare.
For if they make the time to drive
Or walk or somehow else arrive,
They want to visit, so you trust
They might not see a little dust.
You welcome them and try your best
And know the time you did invest
Will prove to me quite worth your while,
The proof in every hug and smile.
Save me, Hell
Save me, oh Hell!
No way out from my hell
Demons are killing my life
Alcohol and night
My dark lights
Oh, I am a hell
I am the Hell!
Hail Hell!
Hail Hell!
‘You are welcome here,
the gate is open,
and you are my guest!
Said it Mr. Hell.
I love this place, loving place.
‘Just walk, and walk there.
I am your Master.’
Said it Mr. Hell.
Well-known entrance.
‘Yes, you love this place.
Just walk there, walk there.
Someone is waiting for you there.’
Said it Mr. Light of Hell.
Beautiful that lady.
‘Yes, she loves you,
very loves you,
very,
just don’t be hell.’
Said it, Mr. Light Master.
My life is an unknown world, only suffering.
‘Imposing, patinated, ornate style, sleep there.
That is your garden of gardens,
the masterpiece of diamonds,
the crystal stone of your new home.’
Said it Master.
‘Now you know who I am.’ Said it Master.
Yes. I am sorry.
‘Enjoy the Hell!’ Said it my Master.
‘Helping you the Hell.’ Said it my Master.
‘Gate is highly open.’ Invited me the Master.
Thank you, Master
On Thursday
I will enter.
It’s been too long since you went away.
Now nights are long, and days are gray.
Tears too frequent and embraces missed,
The sound of your voice and your tender kiss.
Your empty seat at the dinner table
Leaves us unbalanced, and life unstable.
When you are gone, all is diminished
The workload is hard and much unfinished.
But oh, how the joy and gratitude flows
When you come into sight and my heart explodes!
I discover how great and surpassing our love
When I see you again, we are hand in glove.
Every time you return, the house is reborn
The family is whole and there’s no place to mourn.
There is no replacement, no other can take
The place that you hold and the difference you make.
All I ask is: "Come home your place is here."
Stay with us forever and keep us near.
We value your sacrifice, service and more
Just be sure to come home and darken our door.
My heart strokes the strings of memories, utterly sublime.
Alpine trees echo enticing chants to welcome me there.
Whirling in spirited hurry, now free from all worry.
Anticipation is engrossing my mind, before time.
There is magnetism in the alp's compassionate embrace.
I am bound for paradise, such a splendid upward climb.
Wanderlust cured, no more will I roam from my mountain home.
The alps bringing peace and security, as church bells chime.
Exiled no more, I return to breathe each breath of fresh air.
Now free from all worry, whirling in spirited hurry.
Blessed by God, I'm back to my mountain home with snow and rime.*