Seconde BFI - Poems about home 1/4
Starry eyes
My safe place
Where I want to be
No matter the price
The whole atmosphere,
Music going on and on
Living thanks to noise
Heaps of notes.
The loud whispering melody
Rains like shooting stars
Through my window
Do not open it
It is locked as a secret
And I want to keep it
The key is my heart
So please,
Don’t make me fall apart
warm and peaceful case
My warm and peaceful case,
My peace of place.
Where the smiles finally appear
Everything is shiny and clear.
The power of that common name
Simple but full of strength.
A place where you never feel ashamed
Even when you do a silly dance.
The atmosphere feels right here
Like the end of the school year.
Bright like your eyes falling in love,
Nothing feels above
Not just some ignorant brick of stone
It’s like getting the god throne.
My home
She
She was my everything.
She was the drop of sunshine in the morning
my light in the dark, my soulmate
not in a romantic way, with burning passion, a product of fate
no! in a quiet way with soft smiles, never hate
She was my everything.
I did it all with Her
when we ran home together in the rain, soaking but laughing
or when we picnicked together in the field last summer
She made everyday a special day, a happy day
and She was my happiness, as I used to say
She was my everything
my other half
the sun to my moon
my reason to laugh
so when She died, left me alone in this world
I was broken, lost, astray, left to roam
for what is a person without their Home?
SWEET MEMORY
The sun was setting,
The moon was rising,
Life went on peacefully;
So was I lucky.
Quietly looking after me,
Like a gentle breeze, softly,
Carefully listening to me,
She meant everything to me.
But now, down here she is no longer
And I suffer.
Time is standing still
And I can no longer thrill.
On this boat,
Together we are,
Til the end of time.
Island to island, raft to raft,
We see through the mirage.
Friend or foe. We always know,
When to throw the line.
We may not always see eye to eye,
Whilst adrift, one has no time to argue.
The outhall snaps, the sail luffs,
Spray runs down my face like tears.
Fear not I’m in control.
But take me back, my friends,
For I am so alone.
North of the land of the wild and free,
Who’s motto is “From sea to sea”
Back to the family I hold so dear,
How I wish you could be here with me.
This boat has been single-sailing far to long,
Oh where could my crew have gone.
Cloud
Living in a cloud
In my colourful soft comforting space.
Every water drop matters,
Could be her joyful laugh
Or the birds charming songs.
Different textures,
Such as the golden sun
Warming my sleepy skin,
Or this green blanket laying beneath the tree
Delighting my bare feet.
This fluctuating cloud
Affects my inner weather.