Home Is Where The Heart Is Poems - Poems about Home Is Where The Heart Is

Home Is Where The Heart Is, so home can come to you....

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Home is where the Heart is by Robert J (Bob) Moore (c) 2020 Home is where the heart is, I’ve heard many people say but I find that I leave my heart, in many places along life’s way My heart is in the land of my birth and in the land which I now know with relatives...

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"Home is Where the Heart Is" Savages behind closed doors Civilised but wild animals sharpening claws Humanity tries to escape itself can’t run away from finding "TRUE HOME" behind closed doors Now opening windows fresh air escaping shadows Legs splayed and arms wide breathe "LIFE" in for once, we are empty vessels noisy prisoners in our own skin Soul seeking Soul peers through the vitreous humour 99% water, salty the Soul...

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Home is where the heart is… They say that home is where the heart is… If the heart is hollow and dusty then its home will always be dull and lifeless If the heart lacks security and a desire to be loved then its home will always be treacherous and isolated If the heart lacks joy and peace then...

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If home is where the heart is, Then I must truly be at home with you, Because my heart longs to be with you from here on out. If home is where my heart is, Then forever shall my heart be with you, Because I only feel most at home when I am with you....

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No Place Like Home Spider webs, lichen… Fairyland at best, makes up A humming birds nest ...

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I’m longing for a place that I belong This need for comfort is constant and strong They say that home is where the heart is and that’s where I want to be With all the falling leaves beneath the apple tree I want to roll around in the leaf piles and breathe in the fall air This place that I...

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like a kid in a candy store im told by myself , you could look but you cant touch. embraced the feeling of an outcast sometimes i feel like the only lonely hand with no other reaching out to clutch. i take a deep breath and then i sye. windows to the soul is out of my control...

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like a kid in a candy store im told by myself , you could look but you cant touch. embraced the feeling of an outcast sometimes i feel like the only lonely hand with no other reaching out to clutch. i take a deep breath and then i sye. windows to the soul is out of my control...

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When the rain rages fiercely upon the window panes, through a cold howling wind sending ice through my veins, rarely do ever I feel so alone, as when missing you here in the place we called home. Sometimes it seems I can still feel you here. To this old faithful heart you are still ever near. But now it's not warm in our bed...

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I climbed to the top of the pile of hearts Marching softly over each quivering mass As I ascended, I crushed each thought bubble Eliminating doubt Continuing up a sheltered path that swallowed my shadow Stepping over wild flowers that knew I was coming I was visited by awareness If I vaulted from this pile I could fly I leapt, soaring with a...

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Always in black, Fr. McShane raises cathedral hands and intones, ‘our brother is finally home.’ Absolved of the fight to contain a lifetime of tears in this ceremonial splendor I just have to wonder. His Nikes are ‘home’ in the walk-in closet, aren’t they? ©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins August 31, 2012...

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There are pieces of a quilt, that I still call my home They are kept alive in memory, and are there to keep me warm When the chill of frigid winter, or the still of an afternoon It wraps me up in comfort's arms with love that fills the gloom I close my eyes, and can see it there,...

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The State in which I was born is “Home” It’s huge and all over it I’ve roamed Born in Big “D”, so that’s where it starts Then moved up to the panhandle parts Moved East to rose capital city Love this town, it’s extremely pretty I attended John Tyler High School It’s my “Home Town” and I think it’s cool Attended...

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Snow-capped Alps with snow-flowers have crowned her for millions of years; foreign armies oppressed her for centuries, but her children fought them, with swords and bravery to expel them and reclaim their right of free citizens! On this beautiful sea-washed land rose a powerful city which governed an empire stretching from England to North Africa and from Spain to Syria; my forefathers never went...

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