There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Home is where- Things have to change. Memories of yesterday sever me from kindness, truth is a lie, an envied as a way of life, where neighbors’ friends and family remain close despite disagreement/ Where they make peace/ for the living/ resting with eyes open, looking up without meeting a judge, contemplating my present/a future gift that doesn’t box my spirit.
Where is home?
"Go home". Two words. Dispair. "You don't belong here". I was born here. London Town. Home to the hipsters and the punks and the rockers and the royals. Home poeple from all over the world* (when the narrative benefits).
Reaching Back "Home"
How can "home" mean so much to me when I’ve never truly known it Family: broken, battered, and blended How can I truly own it?
I've never really cared if we have a huge home or not. Cause I know deep down inside that is not what it's about.
Within the Walls
Home can be heaven Home can be hell
When your racing heart cries for a moment of solace When the emerging pain enveloped as thoughts fill your mind Home, is the place you want to run to
Home Sweet Home?
In my twenties I moved away from home, a long way away Across the ocean, but not planning to stay Why did you leave New Zealand? Was it a task?
Pride in How we Strive
Candlelit shadows waver softly, to the rhythm of monochrome, Chromatic grey scales play flat and sharp, all starkly juxtaposed,
"Define home?" You mean home like home run when you run pass the goalie and you score a point? Or do you mean home like my homie like that one guy in town and everyone knows his name?
Home is a Smell
Home is a smell. And every home scent is unique. Some homes smell spicy. Some smell sweet. Some smell like a fresh load of laundry.
Check Out That House
- Check out that house - Which house? - The one that was build on a different fundament than the one I grew up in. The one where people love sitting down
Marvelous, The City
People speak of kindred spirits, of love at first sight we do not speak of falling for a place of stone and steel,