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If home is where the heart is…
A home only in paper, driftwood I hanged onto so I could pretend I belonged across the border, pass the driest river,
Safe haven
A home is a heart, The staple of life, For some it’s four walls, For others it’s a loving wife, For some people it’s companionship,
Christopher GarrardPublished 3 years ago in PoetsHome sweet Poem
Door to door, wall to wall, floor to ceiling Naming ‘home’ can leave you reeling People come and go, faces and furniture change
Crystal AyersPublished 3 years ago in PoetsLittle Lives
I like looking at houses from the outside in. I like seeing the small lights on in the windows. I like noticing movement inside, in the kitchen, in the living rooms.
Tina WargoPublished 3 years ago in Poetsput away
Well, I’m here And you’re there But once, you were here with me When I moved into a small apartment But you put all my clothes away
Tina WargoPublished 3 years ago in PoetsUnpacking
You moved first. Away from the place I knew you in. Away from the place we became “us,” where you showed me your favorite TV shows and made me meals and drove me around in your car and gave me advice and I learned how to love.
Tina WargoPublished 3 years ago in PoetsThe Truth of it All
I think I am having a mid-life crisis, Then again I'm only twenty-three. Do quarterly life crises exist? I wish a therapist could tell me for free.
Eliza VargasPublished 3 years ago in PoetsYotrrundork Snythconfounded
“All the ground was wet and cold, And those that traveled were young and old. Of all who came, there was one so bold... One so bold,
Erica NicolayPublished 3 years ago in PoetsAwaken
When you life leaves you somewhere, You don't want to be, It is time to open your eyes, and truly start to see, If you do not want your life, to become a misery.
Kaylon ForsythPublished 3 years ago in PoetsI'm here, but I'm not here
As I drift away into my own thoughts Voices get farther away Once more trapped within my own mind Unaware of my surroundings
Shawna K. WhaleyPublished 3 years ago in PoetsHome
It is love and peace in one The feeling of being accepted By those around you More than you were accepted Earlier in life
Mike JohnsonPublished 3 years ago in PoetsMy Secret Space
After a long day of work, I open my door, and my nose is greeted with lavender ejecting from my diffuser. The smell consumes my body like a deep tissue massage.
teisha lesheaPublished 3 years ago in Poets