Homesick Poems

Home

is when you play your mother’s
favorite song, in a strange city.
The cement road tickles like sun-kissed grass.

is who you see in the mirror
every time tears run without permission.
In the salted blur, you can taste sweet blueberries.

is what the sun carries
oceans away, the love that nurtured you
basks you in warm wishes from the land of pines.

is

Homesick

They say home is where the heart is
But you have flown across an ocean
You're something I'm blessed to miss
We will make it through all of the commotion

But when I come home, I'm never letting you go
When you're back in my arms, I'll be home again I know
A year from home is a lot, my dear
I'm

Okay

Every rotation on your turn-table eye,
Or every buzz that the radio hums:
"Ah, I see, music sings through you.
So no, I know,
I won't be okay."

The green of the frail willow tree I spy,
Or every flash of a sunbeam on the stroll:
"Ah, I see, colours shine through you.
So no, I know,
I won't be okay."

Every frequent meal in

Homesick Quiescence

When memories melt like sunset skies,
mirroring my thoughts,
slipping into the salt-dipped
skin of the deep, warm ocean,
I drink from the stardust chalice
of your unspoken sonnets,
r a i n i n g from cologne-stained clouds,
steeping me in aromatic cravings ~
as my heart weaves
      love from Juliet’s jewels
within the aching sighs
  

Homesick

I have never gotten seasick in the way the dictionary says.
I have never felt the rocking of you and been dizzy from it.
I have never swallowed too much of your salt,
I have never swam too far so I’d drown.
I have only ever felt like I was engulfed in you,
flowing with your waves.
I have swallowed your

Going Back Home

Our love was like the afternoon sun, 
that melted those New York City streets.
But you treated me like dried-up grass,
that just crumbled underneath your feet.

I can’t be who you want me to be,
my blood’s country red not city blue.
Don’t know if I’ll find where I should be,
but I know it sure ain’t here with you.

Champagne

Homesick Heart

 Love is the water of life. Drink it down with heart and soul. - Rumi  

I remember the nights I swiftly swerved oceanic songs with olive shells on sandy shores,
looking for a hint of teal droplets within softened
corners of the milky way. 
Perhaps the mulberry moon felt our soulful dreams, 
as cerulean sky

Subterranean Homesick Blues - Archimedean Homesick Blues

This poem, which is loaded with math terms, is to be sung to the tune of Subterranean Homesick Blues.  What was I thinking?  

Johnny’s in the basement
Working on geometry
You’ll see my intent
A theorem in development
Presh is on the website 
Hit pause, scratch head
Trick problem, misled 
Try another approach instead
Look out kid
Better check it

Homesick

Long days of ache thinking of the good old days and grandma's lumpy mashed potatoes

Homesick - Collab

When I'm lost and alone, there's a place I can go
Where my derelict condition just does not show
Like a security blanket, or warm woolly throw
Comforted securely when wild Winter winds blow.

When I'm too far from welcome, there's a place I reside
Refuge here from the yearning, I have no need to hide.
It's peaceful and hopeful, a

Homesick Rimas Dissolutas

Holding tight to this confession;
Love is a poison, maddening;
Soft words ignite like a matchstick,
my cocoon explodes in wildfire;

Exhale now your heart’s expression;
Gravity’s heavy;  burdening;
The weight of a smile’s hard to kick;
Sticky situation is dire;

You are so right now I’m homesick;
Lifted, baby take me higher.

Vacation

foreign shadows replace familiarity
stripped away due return
and the heart speaks with sincerity
its just the old familiar burn

some faces stay the same
new united through uncertainty
isnt the actuality quite lame
because i would most certainly

never return

Refugee

Refugee

I caught myself, my bad side. in the mirror

Of someone else’s face. I stopped mocking

No longer thinking it funny and placed my

Feet in the shoes they had to wear.

In my cynical mind it was a comedy

In theirs a moment of indecision, worry.

Go home to a war zone or stay here in safety, no brainer.

But here

Homesick

Do you think I’m at rest
That I’m safely at home?
But a stranger I am
For I sojourn, I roam

I am wandering here
In a land not my own
And I don’t want to stay here
I want to go home

Oh, I’m homesick, so homesick
I sometimes feel lost
This big world is so foreign
The storms leave me tossed

But I think of

Homesick

I hear my inner voice call out,
A child like whimper sometimes,
Sometimes the cry of a wolf.
I find myself craving something,
Something not found in the books i read,
Something my mind can’t even perceive.
A hand seems to pull me in,
With good intention; just wanting to be held.
Along with it comes a friendly unfamiliar feeling
“i need to go

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