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POEM STARTER
Write a poem exploring the concept of home - both as a physical place and an emotional state.
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When I pry open my tired eyes
And my exhausted soul begins to writhe
The ghostly wind whips through the pane
The dark air on which I survive
The rough thickness of my restless sheets
The stolen smiles on my shadowed walls
Through my brittle, hollow door
My still body feels the deafening call
Paralyzed and ensnared in time
Trapped in my rigid body
Feeling their presence all around me
Unable to s...
With her soft safe embrace
No more trace of my troubles
A kind familiar face
My guiding hand when I stumble
Contagious luminous presence
Accompanies her when she moves
Homey, welcoming essence
Precious selflessness too.
Whenever her self doubt subdues
If she's a good enough mother
I'll switch into her shoes
Tell her she's like no other
With her I'm most me and most calm
Because I know that t...
My prior belief was that home is a noun.
A physical structure within my hometown.
A place that is haunted by wounded energies,
An environment polluted with sad memories.
Conditions where even a weed couldn’t grow
The feeling of loneliness is intensely harrow
Lack of stability, integrity and connection
An innocent soul that longs for affection.
A broken home fosters rejection.
My next belief was ...
When I think home it makes really think about gone how I want to go get some peace days I feel like I am unbalanced with no feet like I am fleeing to a home coved by lessons already placed in a space that I was always taught now it’s time to go calm my head by dropping my body and losing inside hobbies so I sit in a house that is my home so i sleep and and then I am owned by a state of time living...
See her.
Her, the girl who lives down the Pueblo.
The one whom each day
Drags the bucket from the well
The one who’s bandaged in the scullery clothes of her ancestors.
Her, of a wounded angel,
Who chants songs without words of folk long forgotten.
The sadness of her heart, masqueraded
By a look of fatigue.
Her heart lays crowded with the descendants of Cain
Blowing flutes and pounding dru...
Words are an exchange of heat
To freeze them is a challenge
A desire to frame them in stars
Twinkle in minds
Or stanzas that rhyme
Lines that imprint in ink
But cement themsleves in
Ways you think
Sometimes they age in ways
That make them boundless
Syllables with legs
That leap off pages
That make your mind speak
In ways that are ageless
The writer is the vagabond
Making home out of...
Home is where you hang your hat,
They say,
but I don’t have any hats to hang.
My little brother stole them all,
But all my hats on him are small
Because he has a big head.
My brothers head is the size of mars
so his head is always up in the stars
My brother makes fun of my small head
But he can’t even fit into his bed.
My mom says it’s a genetic mutation
But others say that it’s an inspiration
F...
I’m homesick
But instead of wanting to go back to a house I grew up in
I want to crawl back into your arms
Your arms full of safety and love
I’m homesick for a person I miss
I’m homesick for a home I’ll never get back
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Eh I wasn’t gonna post today because I feel like a zombie (prob getting sick) but I figured this thing I wrote down months ago at 1am kinda went with the prompt sooo...
Authors note: this like only the third time I’ve written a poem so uh don’t judge plez
I have a house
Sky blue and bright
In my room
Is where I stay all night
But is it home?
That I don’t know
I have parents that care for me
But perhaps this isn’t the right place
In my head, is where I like to stay
Away from reality, away from troubles
Experiencing feeling I try to suppress
Soaring away, float...
Home is where the heart is
But I don’t have a heart
And soon enough,
I won’t have a soul
Where I live is my home
Yes, with my family,
But also with my friends
My…no, that’s really it
With my family
I feel connected
Yet uncomfortable
It’s too little, too much
My mother
Wants to spend time with me
My step-father
Knows how I am, or, that he is the same as me
My brith father
Has stopped texti...
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