#Home

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  • ssunayana 1w

    Home

    Home.
    It's so much more than four walls and a roof.
    Despite the distance and the storms,
    And all that you've been through,
    It's that one corner in the whole world,
    That always stays true to you.

    Home.
    It's a shelter for all that's yours, for all that's you,
    You may find it in a place, in a person,
    Or anything that you do,
    And home, through it all, belongs to you.

    Home.
    I hope, dear heart.
    May you always find your way towards it.
    May you always find the courage to walk towards it.
    ©ssunayana

  • dilka_haara 2w

    #love #begging #home #मोहब्बत #घर #इश्क़ #बेवफ़ा #प्यार

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    भीख

    मैं मोहब्बत की भीख मांगता रहा उसके दर पर,देखा तो उसके घर में कोई और था।
    ©dilka_haara

  • vasu_maddy 2w

    She doesn't want a rich man or a handsome man or even a poet,
    She wants a man who understands her eyes if she gets sad, and point to his chest and say. Here is your home.

    ©vasu_maddy

  • pallavi4 2w

    Dear place that I had to leave,

    Oh my beloved whom I had to abandon
    And desolate and lonely roam
    How I miss you terribly even today
    The gateway of my affection - my dear home

    I was forced to let go of you
    My from own haven I was thrown
    I expected nothing more from Him
    Other than to be left rejected and alone

    I remember the wildflowers near your gates
    And the antique lamps in which you shone
    You were comfortable, secure and peaceful
    There was a time you were just my own

    I hope you are looked after well now
    Kindness and gratefulness are shown
    You will forever remain that piece
    That from my heart was brutally torn

    Pallavi

    @pallavi4

    16th of November, 2021

    Pic credit: picture clicked by me- Hobbiton, New Zealand (2018)

    #movingonc #letters_by_pallavi #home #abandoned #love_gone_sour #writersbay @writersbay @writersnetwork #miraquill #writersnetwork #poetry #pod #writerscommunity @miraquill

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  • bismaaaanis 2w

    Where is my home?

    I'm collapsing in my body, 

    I see the world fading into nonentity

    I'm melting, I'm drowning,

    Autumn has ended, so has my esprit

    Like the fresh leaf turning into humus

    I'm perishing, I'm slumping

    I feel visitor in my own body

    I'm crumbling, I'm dissolving

    Where do I belong ? where is my home?

    I beg myself not onetime but twice

    No responses no retorts

    '-homeless and hopeless -'

    -Said an inner voice -

    ~Bismaa
    ©bismaaaanis

  • blinganshu 2w

    HOME

    The moment I smile just to see you smile back at me, I know I have found my home.
    ©blinganshu

  • thebhavnasaxena 3w

    Fantasy

    The cuckoo sings on my windowsill,
    And I sit in the company of my solitude
    Thinking of home, wondering, if a box
    Of expectations hidden within a fortress
    Of steel and brick can be called one,
    Who is more alone, this cuckoo that has
    Flown far from her nest, or me, clutching
    At myself as dusk looms over the horizon,
    Signalling to me, that a monster will soon
    Knock on my door, expecting to be fed,
    I will have to yield again, but as my body
    Is ravaged, I will close my eyes and pretend,
    I am a wanderer, roaming valleys full of
    Flowers, my skin warm from the kiss of
    The sun, and in this realm of fantasy,
    I will be free.
    ©thebhavnasaxena

  • claralynne 3w

    LOST AND FOUND: Fair, Feral Feline

    You would not have found my face on a flier stapled to a pole on some road somewhere...
    Or on the side of a milk carton.
    But you should've...
    No one was looking for me though.
    No one wanted me.
    I was so lost when he found me.
    Wandering. Aimless...
    I knew I had made a wrong turn or two. But I had no idea how lost I actually was.
    I was dirty. From the inside out. Unkept. Malnourished.
    I hadn't had a bath in God knows how long.
    . .I mean actually HAD and ENJOYED a bath.
    Felt the warm water soothe my muscles and wash my bad days away.
    I tried to act like I knew where I was and that I was fine.
    He saw right through it.
    He took me in. Kept me warm.
    I could not remember the last time I had eaten.
    I could never find food wandering in the dark.
    I would always wait for the sun to come out, but it never did.
    It was like I fell asleep one night and just never woke up. And the nightmare never ended.
    I kept asking myself why he would want to help me.
    I was a feline on my ninth life, and I had come to terms with it at that point.

    Afraid to live.
    No longer a spunky cat that climbed trees.
    No twinkle in my eye.
    No more did I sunbathe and watch the birds fly high.
    To be blunt and honest, I was waiting to die.
    I was timid when I saw him at first. But I could tell his intentions were good.
    Scaredy cat.
    I thought to myself I didn't have anything to lose.
    The smallest little piece of me thought an angel had crossed my path.
    I had lost hope on that ever happening long ago.
    But Maybe...
    Just maybe ...
    I was saved?
    I just couldnt believe someone wanted to help me find "home "
    again.
    He made sure I ate good.
    He would rub me at night.
    I had forgotten how good it felt to actually purr.
    I had been in the wild for so long...never again did I think I'd be dreaming dreams in a cozy bed.
    Not that leaves and mulch couldn't be cozy, but I didn't miss it.
    And to think I always clowned on them domesticated kitty cats.
    I felt like a lucky dog.
    But you see, I had been in the wild for so long, it had somehow become part of me.
    Instilled.
    Feline so fair, yet with a feral side.
    I had it so good, but I shamefully found myself longing for that sense of freedom the came with the wild.
    My heart had become so full, and these thoughts world come.... And they ruined everything.
    Absolutely everything.
    And here I find myself wandering in the dark again.
    He just wanted to give me a home.
    He showed me that a filthy alley cat could be loved again.
    I had felt lovable for the first time since I could remember.
    I was mistaken.
    I knew nothing of freedom.
    I was only just learning what love was.
    and what it felt like to actually be loved.
    I had never felt anything like it.
    It was almost scary.
    More scary than the wild could be.
    Scaredy cat... that I was...
    And now here I am...
    The darkness I find myself roaming in once again is not freedom.
    Only the strong survive out here in the wild.
    Winters coming; it's already gotten so cold.
    There's not enough shelter for us all out here in the wild.
    If only I hadn't acted like such a child.
    Sometimes I wonder if he misses me and our night time cuddles.
    Does he look for me?
    Did he stapled my picture on a pole on a street somewhere?
    I miss how he'd give me those saucers of milk...
    All I know is that this is my ninth life. My last life.
    And I hope I can feel that feeling of home again before it's over.
    In the meantime, I will nestle in this mulch and leaves and find comfort.
    I will pretend....
    and reminisce on a happy time that I'm so very grateful to have had... no matter what.
    ©claralynne

  • vishakhasarkarr 3w

    Find us between
    sips of black coffee
    and words that roll off the tongue,
    a sequence of thought
    like a natural beauty
    existing and never apologizing
    for space and gaze
    Find us between the neck and collar bone
    smoothing over frame
    and collapsing hours
    every inch of skin sinking time
    under the melodic tone of night's creatures
    singing ancestral tunes from deep in the throat
    Find us in each other's arms
    connecting with teeth baring grins
    covered in 70's percussion
    and long winded speeches about art
    Find us between needed breaths
    sharing the fragile secret
    that we never thought
    we'd find a space
    to be one with another.

    ©vishakhasarkar

  • shaabie 3w

    Pondering if I ever fell in love with a city.
    Have you ever loved a city? Did the city love you back? Have you ever loved a city and left?
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    Tried being octasyllabic this time.


    #city #love #lights #street #lamp #road #roads #smog #home #water #rain #pavement #pod #writersnetwork @writersnetwork #ceesreposts #miraquill. @odysseus @profuselypoetryly @pa_luck @allbymyself @amber_blue @fromwitchpen @love_whispererr

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    Have you ever loved a city?

    Ever tried loving a city?
    And ever did you long to be,
    The dimly lamp of back-alley,
    And eavesdrop illicitly.

    Ever did you fancy to be,
    An early winter blurring smog –
    Refuge for the asthmatic love,
    Albeit stingy with some cough.

    Ever did you feel playful like,
    The rain-filled wobbly pavement tile,
    That splashes the naive suede shoes,
    Paint them muck in nice earthy hues.

    Ever did you fall so deeply,
    Beloved city become you,
    And you become her gleefully.
    Have you ever loved a city?

    ©shaabie

  • ragulprakash_11 3w

    Long weekends are not always about beautiful destinations.

    Sometimes, they are about Mom's signature recipes, good sleep, quality family time, and a bit of self-care.

    Home is the most beautiful destination where love is in abundance.

    ©ragulprakash

  • akshay_vasu 4w

    They were like that. They always took a ticket for the next train, without even knowing what their destination was. And wherever they felt home, they got down and stayed back there until their soul craved for another home.

    - Akshay Vasu

  • kp_singh 4w

    मां मैं बहुत दिनों से खुल के मुस्कुराया नही हूं,
    तूझे मिलने जो घर आया नहीं हूं।
    क्या बताऊं कैसे कैसे सितम ये दुनिया रोज़ करती है,
    तुझ बिन कौन पोंछे आंसू जो आंखे रोज़ भरती हैं।
    यूं तो शहर में खूब पैसे कमा लेता हूं,
    पर कहीं ना कहीं खुद को ही गंवा लेता हूं।
    जब नौकरी और ज़िंदगी की उलझने सोने नही देती,
    मैं खुद ही खुद को लोरी सुना लेता हूं!
    यूं तो कहने को बहुत से दोस्त है मेरे,
    पर जब अकेला होता हूं तो खुद को गले लगा लेता हूं।
    मां मैं बहुत दिनों से खुल के मुस्कुराया नही हूं,
    तूझे मिलने जो घर आया नहीं हूं।
    Mother, I have not smiled wholeheartedly from a long time.
    I have not come home to meet you.
    How shall I tell you, how this world hurts me everyday,
    Who without you wipes the tears that fill in my eyes everyday?
    By the way, I earn a lot of money in the city,
    But somewhere I lose myself.
    When the entanglements of job and life do not let me sleep,
    I sing lullabies to myself!
    Although I have many friends to say,
    But when I am alone, I hug myself.
    Mother, I have not smiled wholeheartedly from a long time,
    I have not come home to meet you. -Kps©2021

    #mother #motherlove #miss #family #home #awayfromhome #worklife #kpspoetry #kpsquotes

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    मां मैं बहुत दिनों से खुल के मुस्कुराया नही हूं,
    तूझे मिलने जो घर आया नहीं हूं।
    क्या बताऊं कैसे कैसे सितम ये दुनिया रोज़ करती है,
    तुझ बिन कौन पोंछे आंसू जो आंखे रोज़ भरती हैं।
    यूं तो शहर में खूब पैसे कमा लेता हूं,
    पर कहीं ना कहीं खुद को ही गंवा लेता हूं।
    जब नौकरी और ज़िंदगी की उलझने सोने नही देती,
    मैं खुद ही खुद को लोरी सुना लेता हूं!
    यूं तो कहने को बहुत से दोस्त है मेरे,
    पर जब अकेला होता हूं तो खुद को गले लगा लेता हूं।
    मां मैं बहुत दिनों से खुल के मुस्कुराया नही हूं,
    तूझे मिलने जो घर आया नहीं हूं।
    Mother, I have not smiled wholeheartedly from a long time.
    I have not come home to meet you.
    How shall I tell you, how this world hurts me everyday,
    Who without you wipes the tears that fill in my eyes everyday?
    By the way, I earn a lot of money in the city,
    But somewhere I lose myself.
    When the entanglements of job and life do not let me sleep,
    I sing lullabies to myself!
    Although I have many friends to say,
    But when I am alone, I hug myself.
    Mother, I have not smiled wholeheartedly from a long time,
    I have not come home to meet you.
    ©kp_singh

  • bismaaaanis 4w

    I feel visitor in my own body
    #love #soul #heart #home #yearn

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    Yearning for home

    My heart doesn't beat for you but my soul does and it will keep on beating, pounding, hammering, reverberating in my body until we meet again or until we meet for the first time
    -It yearns home

    ©bismaaaanis

  • leiyelah 4w

    Sometimes I feel visitor in my own body
    #soul #body #love #home

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    Yearning for home

    My heart doesn't beat for you but my soul does and it will keep on beating, pounding, hammering, reverberating in my body until we meet again or until we meet for the first time
    -It yearns home

    ©leiyelah

  • emyflorencemoses_ 5w

    It's night, Sleep time, I sleep, I survive.
    It's dawn, It's right to fight the day, I survive.
    It's lunch time, I take my food, I survive.
    Of course there are a few that survive, we survive.
    On and on like this, when shall I live?
    You make it purposeful, you make the valleys bloom.
    Doesn't make sense now, So I'll continue to survive, till I live for you.
    ©emyflorencemoses_

  • drishty_das 5w

    Traveller

    To the one flying far away,
    I hope you see sunsets
    more beautiful than here.
    I hope the wind, rain and snow
    are kind to you
    when you fly to places
    you've always wished to go.

    I hope people love and adore you
    for your heart and kindness
    because they will be lucky to have you,
    as I am.
    I hope you fly and reach your greatest heights
    and build a nest on a tree with flowers.
    I hope when you get lost
    you always find your way.

    And when one day you visit me
    I hope you tell me
    all about your adventures
    around the world.
    I hope under your wings,
    with foreign smell of wind and trees,
    you still feel like home

    ©drishty_das

  • doreena 6w

    Home

    I get the feeling of home when I'm with you,
    It just makes sense,
    Its hard to say
    What makes me so much into you,
    You're my peace,
    My sanctity,
    The one who makes me calm,
    That's what love is supposed to be like,
    Calm and peaceful,
    To help us move mountains,
    Maybe that's why
    You're my Home...

    ©doreena

  • lairdproductions 6w

    THE HEART TO CALL HOME

    The world is seeking a place of rest,
    which in their own ways they could not find.
    In a world filled with loneliness and worry,
    where unfulfilled longing has sickened with time.
    The world dearly needs a place of refuge,
    to find rest in when hard times come.
    For we all sit face to face with our consequences,
    where many are damaged and hurt more than some.

    The lost seek wings of peace to hide under,
    as shelters of love in the tempest of the storms.
    We, God's people, as his wings,
    will show his delight, no matter what their forms.
    Whether broken, bruised or empty hearted,
    all can be found and loved in His gaze.
    We, his beloved, as His lanterns,
    are love filled bearers of His blaze.

    Guiding all people to His home,
    where the wounded Shepherd will bind wounds from within.
    Washing away all the bruises, cuts and pains,
    that the scarred world has strived to win.
    There, may these wilted flowers bloom and grow,
    thriving once more in new-found peace.
    Until they realise, one beautiful day,
    That their Beloved has always been the Sheperd, their Prince of Peace.

    And so, His bride will not only be His beloved,
    sitting at the feet of His throne.
    Peace, Joy, Love and Compassion will His bride be,
    to those who found the Heart they call home.

    ©lairdproductions

  • peterneil 51w

    Come Home

    Bunny candy

    It's just a week

    But it feels like months!
    I miss you!

    I'm not broken but I'm broke inside, shattered but not lost

    Our bed is empty, I just noticed how wide it is

    No one to breath on me, push me down or even drag me on Saturdays and sundays

    I do eat a lot of cakes and candies but nothing seem to be like my special dessert

    I work more without distractions but life can be frustrating without your distractions

    Your fake cry, your rock melting smile and your crazy laughter, I miss

    You are crazy but these times are crazier

    I tend to surrender when you are close, maybe because I'm safe in your comfort
    So,
    Please! Permit me to run after you; to behold the uniqueness of your endowment, aura of your beauty and purity of your prudence!

    Come home!!! Love is home❤️

    ©peterneil