Take Home Poems - Poems about Take Home

At crack of dawn we headed out before a cock or rooster crowed and soon we found our asphalt path; at home again, upon the road. That 'greasy spoon' was our last stop, Where we each tended to our ride; we filled the tires and topped the gas before we found our way inside. Once we were seated I looked up to see the...

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All these hours he won’t get back A clock on the wall, a heart with a crack He watches the hours and how they pass by Did you steal the stars from the midnight sky? Long Hello’s but quicker goodbyes, He carries them all, in his tears and his sighs He runs from the light, he jumps at the noise Of...

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THIS OLD HOUSE ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ HOME loving idyllic through open windows time drifts by soft and slow heartbeat of my past remains “Lavender memories linger.” Poem written for and submitted to “Pyramids of Clarity” Poetry Contest, Joseph May, sponsor. ...

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Lines in the smile By-Dominique smith 365 days make a year, those days swear are sincere, you choke on your drink at joke you just made caught you off guard. It would really make you think, would those 365 days be hard to break? While youre on the brink of tears the world still rotates. Holding...

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The white vinyl plastic skirting waves at me There is a discarded orange peel Halfway down the driveway From a mailbox walk. I stepped over it yesterday and smiled thinking of Ryan. He loves oranges. There is a curly blonde little boy Smiling at us over a baby gate. Soon, we will make breakfast. Dad is on the couch...

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A song series on the Freedom Struggle of India based on my father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor’ (1998 to 1994) Epic “Patradoot” written in 1930 published on Poetry Soup in 2010. Inspired by the famous Harry Belafonte’s song "Jamaica Farewell". The song series would be mainly in English with a Hindi version of the song...

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I have been watering it for months— the small black bulb in the cupboard that I never let touch sunlight. It swelled in the dark, fed on steam from my cooking breath, fat with the whispers I never spoke aloud. I told myself it was only a seed, a pebble in soil, nothing more. I would open the door, look at it once, and...

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The memories of ties that bind Are rooted deep within the mind Though we might wish for something new Down in the heart we know it’s true We travel so long and so far Here we can be just who we are Step by step we’re all moving down the road Take me home…. Take me home… In our lives we all need...

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If home is a place Then I lost my map Hearts got misplaced  Vocal cords snap I scream and yell for one more chance Then beg and plea for some closure My legs are tired of this dance Now I've lost my composure  Teary eyed and red Weight gained and lost All the blood I've shed Promises given with fingers crossed Lies spread around Passing from friend to...

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not like monkeys, my loyalty to my home, my country, Saudia....

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I live in kansas without fear of tornadoes in underground house she might take my roof but I am twenty feet down grounded in cement...

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Will things ever go back to the way they were? I took for granted those smiles, those laughs and now I don’t see them anymore. How do I undo what’s already done? Did I let go of your hand somewhere along the way, or were you gone before I even knew? Your voice sounds different now does it mean you’ve fallen out...

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It’s 2022, we’re in the final battle for the soul of the world. There is no Indo-European root for soul, the Greek and Germanic roots mean quick-moving, fleeting, mercurial. I’d add evanescent, impermanent, ephemeral disappearing, diminishing, dwindling tenuous, brief, short-lived. Whatever forever—that’s where we’ll be after WWIII. World, home, think, breathe: man, woman the vital force in man, the Anthropocene, men...

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ROLLING WITH THE Rs Poetry Contest Nette Onclaud 8/5/25 Special Tenant wanted Suitable applicant Is responsible and behaves Check marks to bookworms over butterflies No drama, visitors, or noise Nice-sized room is furnished Landlord's hamlet Special...

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The Return The quietness spreads thickly, the atmosphere even thicker. Nature has lost its voice as the house glowers down at him caped in silent stillness; a muscle waiting to twitch! Side-stepping the house’s deafening glare, he slips into the secluded garden where nostalgia waits to ambush him with memories unfurled everywhere; hanging in the trees, draped across flower beds lounging on the wooden bench. ...

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