Hometown Poems - Poems about Hometown

Home town Yesterday I saw him play billiards, a famous man There are not many celebrities in my hometown We have not many things to be proud safe for A duck pond in the center, geese and rats in The basement of the café The famous one was once a boxer in the USA But never made it to...

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A friend said a little mulch and planting is what it takes to transform a yard. She bought flowers in spring as a gift to herself. She laid the mulch and planted the flowers around a tree. She cried out for last night’s storm and all life a touch of rain could bring. She said after her divorce every transgression could be forgiven with a little sun. After moving back to her hometown it was time...

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This is our town, this place we share we’ve got lions, on our town square old mills, big hills and Smithills Dean no frills, aside from our home team Rivington if you want fresh air You’ll not find many millionaires but dreams survive, with wear and tear for what could be, or should have been This is our town London’s alright,...

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Hometown, a place we’re addicted to, A place we call our own. Yet, sometimes we’re compelled to, Sometimes, forced to roam. Hometown, a place we’re led to, lay our roots so deep. Yet, sometimes we’re forced to, Sometimes, forcing us to take a leap. Hometown, a place where love grows, Guides us as we learn and thrive. Yet, sometimes they force us, Forcing us...

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Seattle Washington of King County is where I was born in early October of 1954. And it already has become another sanctuary city. What is a sanctuary city? In the case of the USA and Washington DC--'it is nothing more than a sanctuary for dangerous criminals and terrorists,' who are illegal aliens flooding our northern boarders'. Washington State...

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I held from boondocks Not so busy and unknown Place jest with wisdom....

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Oh, good morning faceless man It's going to be another summer Let's think of a way to get along I'm pursuing your wickedness I want to play Peace ?? ...

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Don’t mind me I’m just laying on my bed plotting ways to save the world I saw my lucky stars wrapped around Jupiter It hurts to know that what I needed most couldn’t provide in that moment Will someone please touch my heart? Like pen to paper, fuel to fire, go ahead and grab my heart strings How could I...

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Corn stalks dance In abandoned fields Like wispy ghosts Without their husks As children revel tirelessly Midwestern skies sapphire encrusted....

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I thought Home is a long way away for everyone No matter how we are closer, we live in birthplace....

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I wish to view an Oct sunrise in my hometown. Riding a train to class and eating bread brown. I miss wearing boots in my charming homeland. Jackets and hats close to the September end. Home ought to be recalled with love and pride. Akin street tag and rendezvous by the creekside. My hometown has bleak fame for being notorious. Despite adversity,...

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Small, cut in half by Route Sixty-Six, with farms and ranches scattered around. Theaters, cafes, motels, your picks Saturdays, everyone came to town. What fun walking down crowded Main Street. giving a farm boy a furtive glance. Then movies, popcorn, something sweet to watch Fred and Ginger glide and dance. The tranquil aura of peacefulness, of hometown, friends, and a picture show. We didn't think...

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My home town, in the heart of the Blue Ridge Whispers, like peace – joy that seems to breath Inspiration, imagination, insight – building a bridge Across the soul who needs to know, in spite of death… There is a little town square where people gather Families smiling and hearts feeling so gentle and caring Giving to the town a feel...

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That small town Christmas spirit... It grew a little brighter just after Thanksgiving. Garlands were wrapped around every light pole lining the main street. Multi-colored light strings outlined every window. The drug store, the library. Even the corner bar across from the church had a little Christmas spirit and cheer. And, the post office, busy with workers answering kids' letters to Santa... Young voices rose from the school gymnasium, where...

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I want to see the clash of the classes The dichotomy between the debutantes and the downtrodden wallow in the welfare scream at those who don't care soak up society revel in the rivalry step on the suited smile at the smart vilify the antagonists snore at the soporifics bleed in the gutter be...

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