Long Leaving home Poems

The Call

For as long as I can remember, I have been phoning my mom. Even before leaving home when I was a teenager. Whenever I had good or bad news, it was just natural for...

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Time 


Did we think that time would always there for us?
An infinite amount of time to use as we please.

Never counting time.....and never thinking it would end

Did we ever doubt that someday time would be...

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Bee-Real


As I flew up, into the air, 
I looked back one last time at the hive.
All the bees were standing there.
Some were happy and proud to see me go; some were still crying.
As they held...

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LAST YEAR OF HIGH SCHOOL
As I was finishing my senior year in high school 
I knew I wanted out.
I wasn’t going to college. No desire or grades.
I was 18 after all, almost 19
Everyone asked, “what...

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I hate the birth mark under my right eye
I hate my extremely static hair
I hate my big bottom lip
I hate my spotty nose

I hate that I have really *****y times
I hate that people only remember...

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It was a foregone conclusion before finishing high school and leaving home.                       ...

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A father with one daughter and two sons;
a mother with four daughters of her own -
They came together years ago and bought
what would become my fondest childhood home.

A sharply inclined driveway much too narrow
for all...

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>All poets scribes of verse on here.  This rhyme does not mean you, please don't fear.  But if it did, as was accepted in your group, you could strike me from this poetic...

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My heart went on a roam to explore 
A place far away across the fence bar.
To seize the moment of an open door
Adventure felt free when traveling far.

With turmoil war, work inspired the mind,
There to...

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(I have two sons- late arrivals after long years of waiting. My elder son left home for his studies relatively at a young age. My younger son was with us until he left for his...

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726 Days

726 days
726 days until I’m gone
Like a Leaf from a tree 
Or a bird from a nest
I’ll be leaving home
Moving on from the past

I’ll be moving on from the moving
From one house to another
From...

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“The Big Blues and Baptismal Alice”



In the land of the dirty politician
Steely resolve was borne bidding
farewell to thinly veiled conceit and division
that particular brand of milk had long in the tooth turned sour
in her red-hot...

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I used to find sweet solace in fantasizing about leaving home,
Imagining about the deceptive freedom I will have when I'll be on my own.

This thought became my escape route while quarrelling with my parents,
when I...

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Tribute to my treasure’s hub
I’ve learned lot of things from you
I observed and listened each moment you spoke
Out of your mouth sweet words dripped  
Like a taste of honey, your sweet words were soothing...

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In great respect of the band I grew up listening to
                       as sure...

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~Domestic Violence Hurts~

Often, after leaving home in the 1980's I pondered in caring ways with a philosophy of sorts that we can either have a positive impact or negative and there really isn't an in...

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Days have gone by since the moon passes through the sky
I thought it was going to rain but it was just a little drizzle beating against my window pane and the stars move swiftly beneath...

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Heaven offers tickets to any citizen
           Adhering to good behaviour, as Richard
            Sin washed...

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Flowers climb the branches
exhibit their full blossom
flowers visit drawing rooms 
They visit temples 
and then they vanish.
defying fixed shapes
rivers hasten to no destination.
carrying countless goals
roads get lost in a maze. 

Unceasingly
I stand
holding the selfsame earth.

Many...

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Dad and Scott carry the refrigerator into his dorm room
where mom makes the bed, smoothing the sheets 
and folding hospital corners with motherly precision.
Corey and I sit on the bean bag chair contemplating 
potential line...

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Poetry is tangerine and other potent or poisonous colors.
It is the breath you feel at the nape of your neck and
the strong caress of flesh on flesh, defying death.
It is most certainly Spring with petal...

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Him: There's this moment. Just a flash in a pan shaped Sun- eternally blazing. Refusing to explode.

His subconscious: You have experienced this before. It will happen again. But, it doesn't matter. Nothing does. You're just...

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It’s funny how my father’s hobby became mine. He has been a sportsman all his life, he played basketball, volleyball and softball all his youth, but his real passion is soccer and even though he...

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Dearest Santa, my one wish may seem strange
but please do not interpret me as snide.
I wish this kindness so please do arrange  
my Christmas gift of a mail order bride.
Surely she would lighten my...

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Instead of someone, I feel like no one.
because I know 
when all is done,
To you I’m work, but to me you’re fun.

But who you met, was not the one
you now will find; 
whose trust you’ve...

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