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Poem Details | by Kim Merryman |
Categories: death, future, home, loss, war,

Welcome Home

W eeping fills the hangar as his casket is brought out,
E mbraced by Old Glory's colors, a fitting soldier's shroud.
L oved one's hearts are shattered, future hopes, dreams are crushed;
C omrades in arms salute him, adding a bittersweet touch.
O verwhelming grief consumes those left behind,
M eaningless words, platitudes spoken to be kind.
E arnest tales of bravery told of him who died.

H eavy with emotion, a nation shares regrets,
O ffering condolences to those who won't forget.
M any a brave soldier has been welcomed home this way.
E nding future ventures, they've come home to stay.


Entered in Susan Burch's Little Viewed Jewels contest.


Poem Details | by Sarah Gilley |
Categories: abuse, addiction, angst, death of a friend, pain, silence, teen,

The Jaws of Life Could Take Me Home Tonight

Wrestling the wreckage, I'm fading into darkness unknown.
My head is going straight to voicemail, missing calls from home.
These veins are erratically static, strung out on a backseat,
but the memory of music shall comfort me.
I am so scared, but trapped in such melody.
A bitter-sweet, temporary goodbye;
there isn't a stranger in sight to notice that I'm not alright.
In this night, take me back to simpler times,
when these wheels never spun out on the ice.
Pain has made me so slippery,
giving in to triggering trickery.
Please pray for me.
I am in need of jaws,
to bite off these flaws!
I am almost gone beyond repair.
God, I am so scared!

Poem Details | by James Edward Lee Sr. |
Categories: analogy, appreciation, bereavement, celebration, encouraging, endurance, inspirational,

i died-you cried- HE CALLED ME HOME--

Don’t mourn for me, In turn be brief this cold dead dark body not really me; I may never, ever see you again; Once upon a time ago you were my dearest friend; And now the torched has past; My Lord and Savior grasp… He’s called me home… He’s calling me home; Home is the place again; Where He originally created me, out of clay man; I died You cried You looked I smiled Home back to heaven; Earth will be my memory; I died You cried You looked I smiled 6/25/19 Written by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019 Written for project North Omaha Writer’s Group assignment 2019©

Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: social, sympathy,

Charity Begins At Home

CHARITY Is the most honourable of all good intentions To help those poor souls in need We all have so much for which to be thankful Our mission is to do a good deed BEGINS The task of seeking the underprivileged Those truly in need of assistance Doing our very best to make sure they enjoy A happier and productive existence AT Very first news of someone in distress Be there to offer your hand Making sure things are contented at home Then offer to help your fellow man HOME Is definitely where charity should begin On that we must be consistent Then share the warmth of our loving heart And our happy and peaceful existence ©Jack Ellison 2012


Poem Details | by Dan Keir |
Categories: adventure, angel, beautiful, business, childhood, death, education, fantasy, farewell, freedom, friendship, funeral, funny, growing up, happiness, happy, health, holiday, home, hope, humorous, imagination, inspirational, nostalgia, on writing and words, parody, passion, patriotic, peace, people, philosophy, slam, social, song, sorrow, sorry, spiritual, time, woman,

Ding Dong The Wicked Witch is Dead

Globally, miners jubilantly jump for joy
Smiles on the faces of every girl and boy
The grins of a newly opened Xmas toy
Thatcher’s dead.

Trade unionists bounce along the street
Music blaring and the tapping of feet
From nurses to Bobbies still on the beat
Thatcher’s dead.

Street parties announced in the nation
Satan who brought economic inflation
Is deceased, now’s the time for elation
Thatcher’s dead.

Its times like this I’m sad I’m an atheist
And can only shout and wave my fist
And then go to the pub and get pissed
Thatcher’s dead.

Poem Details | by Peter Dome |
Categories: dedication, dream, fantasy, happiness, home, horse, life, memory, native american, nature, people, places, sympathy,

Free as the wind Ode to native American Indians

Oh how I wish
I could set free
the native American Indian
with pride and dignity
taking them back
across the great open plains
to their sacred home
in the lush green vallies
where buffalo are plentiful
and roam
so the Indians can live in peace
one with nature once more
where the eagles soar
setting them free as the wind
wild untameable as a magnificent stallion
running toward the setting sun.





Peter Dome.copyright.2012.

Poem Details | by Dan Keir |
Categories: adventure, angst, autumn, business, confusion, dark, dedication, depression, fear, grief, growing up, happiness, happy, hate, health, home, hope, humorous, imagination, inspirational, introspection, journey, life, lonely, loss, lost, love, on work and working, pain, parody, people, relationship, retirement, sad, satire, school, social, stress, success, sympathy, time, work,

Reflections: Midlife Crisis

P     aranoia permeates, etching itself into your fractured face,
A     cacophony of constant pressure; life remains a stressful race,
N     othing to hope for, no positives like promotion in the workplace,
I      nability to love, relationships lift anchor and set sail without chase,
C     hildren crushing dreams under mortgages; age grows with disgrace
!!

Poem Details | by kathryn collins |
Categories: death,

Home is Where the Heart is, Isn't It


Always in black, Fr. McShane
raises cathedral hands and intones,
‘our brother is finally home.’

Absolved of the fight to contain
a lifetime of tears
in this ceremonial splendor

I just have to wonder.  

His Nikes are ‘home’
in the walk-in closet,
aren’t they?

©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
August 31, 2012


Poem Details | by TAMMY REAMS |
Categories: animal, death, home, leadership, longing, peace, rights,

The Great Star Wolf

Alone he stands looking up to the "Great Star Wolf"
the highest ranking of the great chain
ready to make his claim

Sending him short prayers no longer howling to the moon
but to the "Great Star Wolf" to lead his soul
so he might take his rightful role

Into the Cave of Souls he'll go for legend is foretold
becoming part of the "Great Star Wolves" constellation
a tiny star you will see because now he is free.

3/12/2015   Contest: Canis Lupus the Wolf
                  Sponsored by: Shadow Hamilton
                   5th Place

Poem Details | by Kevin C. Martin |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, christian, confusion, courage, dark, depression, faith, fear, forgiveness, freedom, god, grief, heaven, home, hope, inspirational, jesus, journey, life, lost, love, pain, peace, people, prayer, recovery from..., religion, religious, sad, spiritual, stress, teen,

Am I Still Forgiven

I did it again; I need forgiven.
Will He still forgive me even though I've fallen before?
I've fallen into these same sins countless times before;
I still haven't learned my lesson.
I am an ignorant hypocrite.
Am I still forgiven?

Poem Details | by Lewis Raynes |
Categories: funeral, funny, perspective,

A brand new funeral home

A brand new funeral home just opened, 
Well that’s what my neighbour said,
He told me “We now have a brand new place, 
Where we can take our dead.”

It’s in the building that used to be, 
A pub for a hundred years,
It was the Old Royal Hotel down town, 
Where we’d all raise our cheers,

But now its function’s completely changed,
Same clients, just a different need,
No longer does it enslave the souls, 
Instead, it sets those souls to free,

The old pub is now a funeral home, 
With closing time now at seven,
Final drinks are now spirits on the house, 
Where closing time sends them to heaven.

Poem Details | by Courtney Courtney |
Categories: beauty, character, death, death of a friend, depression, desire, faith, family, farewell, fear, god, goodbye, grave, happy, heaven, holiday, home, house, husband, image, inspiration, inspirational, leaving, loneliness, lonely, longing, lost love, love, marriage, men, miss you, missing, missing you, pain, passion, patriotic, prayer,

Last Kiss

Open your eyes to the ever turning skies 
I want to here with me through the night 
My heart yearns into your soul 
Burning as if newly lit coal 
I bravely submerg the embers 
That the time I have can be spent with you 
And I remember each kiss every moment 
I was caught in your love that for just this day I remember 
So what happened was a chance for your love 
A time that I kept in a locket tied with a kiss 
 I wanted you to feel, to love, to slumber 
And to awake in my arms with that times kept bliss 
I lay silient in an umber

Poem Details | by Ngoc Nguyen |
Categories: angst, child, childhood, dad, daughter, depression, family, father, father daughter, freedom, girl, grief, growing up, happiness, happy, home, life, memory, mom, mother, pain, people, sad, sorrow, stress,

Children of Divorce

When parents divorce, children are damaged for life: but some are relieved.

Poem Details | by RUDOLPH RINALDI |
Categories: business, death, funeral, funny, home, life, work,

the crowds

the crowds taking the subways 
enter the underground 
below upon waking 
to rise up 
to work 
in the clouds above

only to go back in the evening 
down through the underground 
low upon leaving
to home 
to family
to final rest

in the underground 
or in the clouds above

Poem Details | by Daniel Human |
Categories: death, home, life,

The last drop of love

As I picked up the glass
I felt its weight
I felt its coolness
Its perfect smoothness
So where does gravity find a grip? 

As I sipped the wine
I tasted aromas deep
I tasted the sun on rounded grapes
Grown in distant, romantic landscapes
So how did the taste get to travel?

As I saw the light reflected red
I saw the rings of colour
I saw the glow, I saw the faded pallor
In the edges of the light
So why did the light leave no mark? 

And as I turned to weightlessness
And became a deathly stench
I turned into eternal light
My hand being firmly clenched
So why are You taking me home? 

Poem Details | by Sara Kendrick |
Categories: death,

The Old Home

The Old Home      

                 in the process of becoming.

Poem Details | by Les Pruitt |
Categories: christian, christmas, courage, death, easter, family, fear, home, hope, inspirational, jesus, life, lonely, love, spiritual,

WHY ARE WE HERE

Copyright © 2012 
12/17/2012 
(A Purpose So Clear) 

Like children we fear 
  In secret a somber tear 

Like learning to walk 
 Babies listen to talk 

And reach for a hand 
  To help them stand 

This too, we all must do 
  By HIS Hand made anew 


by: LP


Poem Details | by Lilith Rodriguez |
Categories: abuse, caregiving, dad, death, family, mother daughter, parents,

Temporary Home

 
They’ve traveled from one house to another.  
Some may say they’re strong enough to go on 
Without a woman to call their mother. 
Attachment is pointless, soon to be gone.  
 
Another house that will never be home.  
Little children crying themselves to sleep,
wondering where they will be next to roam. 
All they can do is to hope and to weep. 

Will they love me enough now, I wonder.
Shall I go away or shall I stay here?
At night, I can still hear the loud thunder
of his footsteps drawing so very near. 

Though I may never find my one true home,
For love, I’ve found- I’m no longer alone.


Poem Details | by Tiffany Diaz |
Categories: death, freedom, god, heart, military, patriotic, war,

Home of the Brave

Grit beneath my feet of strength 
Of Honor
Death within a win

To be awarded a metal 
In the eyes of sin
My heart is now purple
Ever bleeding red

Leading sorrow
Equally Loved
Nonsense of Pride
Developed in a wars crime

Heightened Ego
A man whom is not on the field
Never placing his hand on the trigger
Dapples on the grid

Smiling for your lose is his win
Tempered in a flag
Rising up a post
Overshadowing Death
Numbers in which Climb
Grief in a family's cry

Grit is a better word for Character
Rendering Star Spangled Banner
In God we Trust
The Home of the brave!

Poem Details | by Miche Ulman |
Categories: business, child, confusion, courage, dark, depression, education, faith, farewell, father daughter, fear, freedom, goodbye, grief, hate, home, hope, imagination, inspirational, journey, life, lonely, loss, lost, mom, mother, on work and working, pain, people, philosophy, political, religion, sad, school, social, sorrow, time, travel, write,

Observer

A serpent underneath blue sky,
in shade of man, in twinkle of an eye,
above brick wall, in the structure, at the floor,
venom of white dove; contaminated food, undrinkable water,
misguided youth, pregnant daughter, unfaithful father and hateful son,
mothers do pray while we walk through Babylon;
on teli and in the press, on top shells,
price none the less, in bedroom and at your door..
dawn of a new day seemed to be dark,
after all.

Poem Details | by Peter Lewis Holmes |
Categories: death, environment, holocaust, home, horror, war, world,

After the Mushroom Clouds Have Gone

being in this tin womb, dark and safe,
that's the thing; inside the dark corners 
and air-lock doors, it's a floating life 

toothpaste and pureed stew float by;
still, here's not to dwell on the minutiae
and other small things

and the silent solar-wind powers on, 
while below, the earth, the sea, the clouds, 
the blue and green, the tempered purple hues,
tinge brown

and if from the land you peer up here, 
from where the earth is dying, you'll see
me sigh, through flocks of hope, 
and notice that I'm crying


Poem Details | by Katie Telling |
Categories: grave, home,

House Fire

Ashes drift
to the ground
like black snow,
and smoke curls
upward from
the rubble like
ghostly figures
emerging from the
grave.
A skeleton now looms
in the clearing,
surrounded by heaps
of its charred flesh.

Poem Details | by Modupe Sefunmi |
Categories: death, sad, soldier,

A Soldier Has Just Gone Home

A soldier has just gone home.
This evil world no more to roam.
It wasn't for want of prayers,
But all is known to our heavenly father>

A soldier has just finished her fight.
On the eagles' wings she has taken her flight.
No more pain or worry of any kind,
Her eternal rest she has gone to find.

A saint has just found her rest,
Her memory is forever blest.
Although all the loved ones are grieving,
but God, His precious daughter receiving.

Poem Details | by Karin Edwards |
Categories: funeral

I'm Going Home Today

My time has come, I'm
going home, today
The Lord has beckoned,
so I can not stay
From EVERYTHING I've
known, I must go astray
With No questions asked,
because it be's that way
Since My destiny had been
set, I had No say
Now, a visit to the heavenly
kingdom, I must Eternally pay
Although, I hope My folks back
home, will be okay
For, "parting is such sweet sorrow",
to quote Romeo, if I may

Poem Details | by Abdulhafeez Oyewole |
Categories: adventure, depression, devotion, lonely, sympathy, time, peace, peace,

Letter to Home

When I look around... I See that It's abound
 Whatever it Is... It wants Peace 
 Peace of mind... An everlastingly Bind
 No racketeering... It isn't Blind
 It Sees More than what you see.