Short Hometown Poems
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In my small hometown,
A steel door of a teal store
Always wide open,
People coming and going,
Items paid and spoken for.
Corn stalks dance
In abandoned fields
Like wispy ghosts
Without their husks
As children revel tirelessly
Midwestern skies sapphire encrusted.
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 ??
Herald the black and gold
Helmet's ebony eye
Heroes of Iowa
Heartland fall warriors
Hefty touchdown trophies
Hometown game day glory
Hawkeyes football is back!
9/02/23
Criss-crossing the skies and land
From mountains to meadows
From rivers and lakes to sand
Trains, cars, buses, planes ~
Liberation from hometown chains
When, for comfort, I yearn,
is there a place I can return?
The hometown in my head
has been replaced by something else instead.
So, solace can't be drawn -
my hometown, now, is gone.
42 syllables
Open prairie skies call my soul out.
Route 66 stretches on,
a long, thin ribbon of black.
I fill the tank,
breathe the wind,
past the tall oil rig that stands.
Refreshed, I turn toward home's quiet heart.
Everything seems smaller
as I revisit old haunts.
Stores where I shopped and
the building where I was schooled
have vanished along with
youth’s dreams that stirred my passions.
I’m a stranger here now.
Bored with urban life,
Once I went to my hometown.
Nostalgic I have become
Recollecting the thrill
Of plucking guavas,
Of having silly fights with friends,
And adventures in fields.
A trip to hometown
A bonafide power booster
Enthrals heart with nostalgia
Smiles and greets; chats with mates
Fests and fairs till late nights
Miss all and mess up with daily chores
Bygone sweet days!
Place: 4th
quaint chats, district twangs,
greet my shell clad ear as I step,
on grey day mist platform,
childhood echoes rife,
sign rust, green flake post box, stuffed waste bin,
cute named antique street birthright,
one true home found
On Sunday, my sister drive
us to church.
On the way, we see two pups
in the entrance
of a driveway of a home.
Two brown pups stand still
to see the morning traffic.
A comfort of joy
refresh a love
toward our hometown.
Form:
In
A
Quiet
Dark night a
Man abandoned his
Lifetime hometown to search a new
Life that brings him better opportunities to grow
Returning many years in an unrecognizable and respectful gentleman
3-12-2016
The British are first to confess
This binary stuff is a mess
For Men's toilet walls show
- a century ago -
"Gentlemen, please do up your dress!"*
* e.g., Welsh singer Tom Jones'
hometown railway station at
Pont-y-pridd
Standing beneath a streetlamp
At my hometown country fair
An odor so refreshing
Was lingering through the air
Thinking about my sweetheart
With my hands upon her hips
And feeling my heart; beating
From the flavour of her lips
The closer we get, the louder we get.
The louder we get, the closer we get.
The closer we get, the younger we become.
The closer we get, the more memories pop up.
Heaven or your hometown? You choose.
Hint: There is no wrong answer.
A stone font and white duck found it renown
This ancient saxon hill-fort town-
Growing to wealth around its four squares
With regular markets and seasonal fairs
Buying and selling sheep,cattle and mares.
Tribute to my hometown Aylesbury
Someone must miss a home.
Although a hometown
has become a city,
it will always be a muse.
Not only poets
express their longing.
And words do nothing
to break this longing.
But I have not reached
my hometown yet.
Sandakan
5 Dec 2016
I watch fields, as nature
Invites pastoral bliss…
Irises and oaks glow
Imbued with morn’s fresh soil;
Igniting rural charm
In mind’s eye . O hometown
Illumines peace … earth’s gift!
2.26.17
Pleiades I :Kim Merryman's Contest
I'm always nostalgic
to visit my hometown
at least once a year if not more.
That town is cradling
my childhood memories
with care and affection, though
its morphology is totally changed.
My Old Hometown
As the sands of time blow by
My hometown beach lost its treasure
The sea level rose four feet
Less shoreline
Less open expanse
Beachgoers today are over-crowded
I watch with teary eyes
connie pachecho
10/26/25
total syllables-45
Maunakea comes
into view. Coastlines
from right side windows.
Hilo, my hometown.
Soon we’ll be landing.
I feel the plane
stop and cargo
door with luggage
bumps hold, thumps ramp.
Passengers
and crew says
Aloha.
Flowered
crowned lei.
FRUITS!
Our childhood homes gone and all their effects,
brand-new highway fills that space.
School replaced by a government complex.
But… the graveyard remains in place,
our playground on the way to school.
Log cabin monument, way cool -
staunch marker where memories rule.
in silence
the shire plods his path
in footsteps of the past
Note: On holiday recently,we took a trip by canal barge pulled this way.Very evocative for me, as on my mother's side,her forbears were canal people,and thats how they happened to arrive here in my hometown.
The prison light are
never turned off.
The darkness would
give the
prisoners' imagination to
run and dance in the
fields full of flowers;
to joyfully stroll in the
streets of their
distant hometown.
The lights are
just dimmed.
The prison bars are
ever visible.