Homesick Poems - Poems about 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...

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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...

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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 ...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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

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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...

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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....

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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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HOMESICK I used to go away to camp and have a lot of fun, But I was glad when I came home and that long week was done. For often I would think of home and Mom and Dad back there, And I would long to see their face and hear their voices fair. When duty called, I bravely went...

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