Home Longing Poems | Examples
These Home Longing poems are examples of Longing poems about Home. These are the best examples of Longing Home poems written by international poets.
step …
across the sill
this haunted house
walls of torn paper, dripping
crumbling plaster ceilings
hanging like rotten vines on a gaunt
and bony frame
dark, broken windows, the
empty eyes that stare -
once aglow with
the bright from within
life and light … and love
made a home
until …
just an ember -
one flame of your kiss -
and it was gutted
burned raw and ruined
with no thought to what filled these rooms
or graced the facades
or warmed the meager marrow …
now all phantoms
howling in the barren halls
sodden and saddened
for sake of the abandoned -
the threadbare -
dilapidated … desolate
welcome to the
vacancy …
your fool.
Copyright © 2023 Gregory Richard Barden
( artwork is a number two pencil sketch of the cottage from “Summer of ‘42” by the poet )
sometimes i fantasize about
driving on the highway
going eighty
and swerving into oncoming traffic
will that make the hurting stop?
walking somewhere
alone in the dark
and getting cornered by a murderer
will that make the hurting stop?
being home alone
door bursts open
an intruder with a gun pointed right at me
aimed right at my head
will that make the hurting stop?
the medicine cabinet torn apart
four pill bottles scattered around me
all once full
now empty
will that make the hurting stop?
a blade in my hand, pressed to my wrist
finally brave enough
to go deeper than just the surface
will that make the hurting stop?
going to bed one night
head laid on my tear-stained pillow
and never waking up again
will that make the hurting stop?
will the hurting ever stop?
or am i destined to live like this forever?
i'm not even living anymore
i'm just surviving
barely surviving
against my own will
Ah ! Seven Sisters Wild
let your blueness flow in tides
for hot bread and blankets red cosy
loosen grids to free muddled minds rosy
so all may smell
nasturtiums tangling moist moss bells
Ah ! Seven Sisters Wild
slip here in solitary hours mild
to turn dial in cold of night
tuning to forgotten memories
of secret airy flights
where you taught mysteries
which I now remember as histories
Ah ! Seven Sisters Wild
are you chanting or baking chide
or decorating star garden walls
awaiting awakening calls
the dark silences of your eyes
embracing arums
we arise
I y e a r n for H O M E
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The Good was Taken out of the Summer
The good was taken out of the summer,
With her garden patch left abandoned,
Lettuce heads and scallions gone wild,
Her sweet summer plans all spoiled.
The good was taken out of the summer,
With green fly festering her roses,
Overwatered orchids on the sill
As her plastic bread bowl lay still.
The good was taken out of the summer,
With Hunter, her dog left in waiting
For her voice, her footsteps, her care
And the fridge in the kitchen left bare.
The good was taken out of the summer,
Put on pause til her homecoming came,
While in convalescence she lay
In a nursing home, day after day.
The good was put back into summer,
When she returned to where she belonged,
To her garden patch, Hunter and flowers,
To sit,
To be still,
To be ours.
Under a yellow lamp I wrote a letter,
Poured my heart on a paper,
The ink I used was my own blood,
A red crimson on a white pearl,
I placed it under a purple envelope,
Fold it with great adoration,
Let me pour the hot wax and seal it with precious florals
It was adorned with jems and stones,
The most shiny thing I could thought off
I post it using the postbox, but it was never received as the address was missing,
A letter without a home like a rose without it's thorns,
But I will keep sending my pieces of heart,
Until it can found a way back home.
I long for the place I used to be
That felt like home, serenity
Where colored skies hugged the hill
Beauty from God's pail did spill
Where cozy woodstove fires burned,
while snowflakes fell outside
Wildlife friends didn't want to hide
The seasons brought gifts abound
I remember every sight and sound
Now, I long to return...
to a place I lost, for where I yearn
Heidi Sands
8/9/25
By myself, I walk alone
But you and I can make a home
Get to know me day by day
As I will you, we'll find our way
Unplanned for, the exciting kind
Unexpected, then you find
Your pardner, so much to discuss
It both ends and starts with us
I got lost coming home tonight
To my surprise, the room was empty
You were not there, sweetie
The bed was made and the floor was bright.
I miss you, I miss you dearly
The room was very cold and sad
Like a lover who’s desperate and mad
Frankly, my heart felt weak and empty.
Your shadow was absent
Your silhouette was inexistent
You were not present in the room.
One can effortlessly hear a domestic silence
Which was afraid to bother the broom
I’m lost again. I lost my common sense.
Copyright © July 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
In the beginning two lovers were born
In the campus parking lot behind the student union
They clung together for 60 years
Until one day my wounded bird knew
Her broken hip would not allow her to fly again
I was too old and weak to pick her up off the floor
When she fell...she said she wanted to go to a nursing home
Where strong young girls could do what I could not
It's where old people go to die, nobody gets out of there alive
Once a week I drive there to bring candy and other treats to her bed
And news from our empty house that I share with our old girl calico cat
It's the beginning of the end
D.C. Jordan
I come home I am smiling
Look do they see me ?
Do not say anything
Knew I was gone?
Something inside me
Dead for a long time
I feel its heart beating
Beating along.
What does it mean?
This stirring inside me
Look through the tiny cracks
Of my hearts home .
Don't they know that I'm dying ?
To be once a family
They do not see me
Always alone.
I am ready to be the dawn
for the woman God created for me.
At daybreak, I'll caress her face,
awakening her with my rays.
At twilight, I'll share her silence,
as the moon replaces the sun.
She will stroll the seashores with me
and watch the beach birds march in sync,
as waves of tranquility waltz
underneath ebony moonlit skies.
I will dance barefoot in the sand
to the rhythm of our heartbeats.
Shelter and rainbows, I'll bestow
after her clouds have traveled home.
On days when summer drapes the earth,
I will arrange picnics for two,
near an oak tree catering shade,
and surrender my thoughts to her.
Fond memories for photographs
to rest in seashell laden frames,
I will capture and build with her,
while aging finely each other's arms.
I will give her the time and space
to blossom as God intended.
Even if it takes many years,
patiently, I'll wait for my heartmate,
the future eagle of my sky.
Until she soars within my view,
I'll fly with my eternal love,
I shall fully be, the man who resides in me.
Sitting in my old armchair
By the open loggia door
Am I here, or back there
Where I’ve been before?
In the stilllness of the night
Sounds of racing cars
Mingle with the distant light
Of the faded stars
I look out into the dark
Little lights around
Cannot put on me the mark
Of this foreign bound
Its a saddest joke, this land
Not the thing I own
And I clearly understand
This is not my home
Looking at the trees below
See the branches sway
“Soon to bed we have to go”
Is that what you say?
A void within me calls
wanting only what I've never had,
but I've always seen.
The taste of a possession so illegal,
It's to die for.
as literal and figurative
as the jaws of the idea itself
surrounding and consuming me.
Oh, I've seen it.
The ecstasy of true bliss
multiplied only their best moments.
The promise of nostalgia
and a feeling of home.
An easiness I've only ever felt before I opened my eyes
for the first time to feel
a comfort so promising
that I ignore its temperance
And someday I will ignore the oncoming illness
and consume it as it does me.
My cosmos collided with yours, a destined spin
You're the melody that completes my skin
In dreams, I see our eyes locking tight
The universe whispers 'he's yours, this love is right'
Our hearts are two guitars playing the same song
Beating for each other, where do we belong?
In this wild universe, I'm anchored to you
Every star up high says 'our love is true'
Your touch would be my rhythm, my missing rhyme
Forever with you would be my perfect time…
Every breath is your name, every pulse your fire
Miles disappear when my soul desires
You're the home my heart has been searching for
A constant ache, a love that's been waiting for...
Someone to love me back, to hold my hand
To receive the ocean of love I've saved for a lifetime - for you
Do you think you'll ever be mine, or am I loving alone?
The Pride And The Longing
One man’s ‘Old Days’
another man’s ‘New’
Chasing a memory
the pilgrim is due
One reminisces
what one only schemes
The pride and the longing
— two sides of a dream
(Ardmore Pennsylvania: June, 2025)
Shades Of Gray
Mixing wheat
with the chaff
The good
with the bad
In shadings
of gray
The truth
finds a home
Taking shape
from the whole
When shunning
both ends
Polarity’s
vanish
And clarity
— shown
(Ardmore Pennsylvania: June, 2025)