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.
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
Doors with rusty latches and windowpane
Decaying house stands at corner of blind lane.
A lone old lady spends dull days in pain.
I’m a forgotten home to sigh in vain.
Old lady cleans pale torn carpet with much care
Visit of children -grandchildren is rare,
though once the house ran in gorgeous glare.
Her depression, loneliness, none to share.
Sixty years back she planted saplings at best
turning huge massive trees at front gate.
Strong gate now runs almost in broken state.
I’m a forgotten home just to lament.
For children-grandchildren, no use to wait !
Inevitable lone life to accept.
Despondency to drag days is her fate !
In forgotten home she can't welcome guest.
Come home, lost lamb, return home tonight
Lay your soft fleece ‘pon the moonlight
Beyond the fence, wolves and foxes abound
Inside your gate, a sentry-hound
Just as the beauty, the love, the radiance all come from within
so does the healing energy of your illimitable self
like an ocean tide that sweeps away all complications
of sinew and nerve.
Nothing can stop the inner power of your soul from emanating
into every molecule of your body, tenderly
undoing every knotted impediment.
The entire cosmos of yourself responds to it
because this is home.
This is your very beginning
and unending fulfillment.
Christopher M. Swan 2011
A shelter from the wind and cold
hearth-lit faces, friends new and old
A chair to drape my coat, a hook to hang my hat
where the ‘Welcome Mat’ means just that
A rest stop for a day or two
or an oasis with forever views
A refuge from weary doldrums
~ A pick-me-up for everyone
~ Entry for Tom Woody's contest of the Same Name ~
February 16, 2026
Paused on my way home.
Felt like it was meant to be.
Everything seemed to welcome me.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
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home—a sigh in worn floorboards,
kitchen's cinnamon hum,
dog's tail thumping welcome
against my shins.
rain taps
the tin roof's lullaby.
grandma's quilt, threadbare love
stitched in every patch.
not just walls, but the ache
that loosens when the key
turns in the lock.
safe.
known.
my bones remember.
I wish we were all blessed
when someone comes into our country…
to our door…
from wherever they may have roamed…
the first thing we say to them is
how was your journey…
and the second…
welcome home.
One gentle word from you
My heart's aflutter and I feel peaceful
I might finally be home
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
The opaline morning milky skies
I can’t hear the birds
They have flown without goodbyes
To the better world
Outside it’s very quiet
Just like by remote
Sounds come when off I stride
Up and down the road
With a bag full I return
From the morning gloom
I’m a guest here on my own
In the sitting room
Would you come to visit me
Even as a vision?
Shall we drink the airy tea
I need your decision
Come in any shape or form
Come like self-deceit
You’re most welcome, it’s your home
Yours is the best seat.
You may not like his politics,
and you may not like his choice,
You may also not like the way he speaks,
with his somewhat cocky voice.
But one thing that we have to like
about that man, you see
Is that he's done well with Israel
Helping twenty hostages- free!
MY BONES REMEMBER
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home—a sigh in worn floorboards,
kitchen's cinnamon hum,
dog's tail thumping welcome
against my shins.
rain taps
the tin roof's lullaby.
Mother's quilt, threadbare love
stitched in every patch.
not just walls, but the ache
that loosens when the key
turns in the lock.
safe.
known.
my bones remember.
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.
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.*