Seconde BFI - Poems about home 3/4
Home...
House is to man,
What shell is to snail
But
Home is to man,
What bike is to road
Anywhere, everywhere,
Home is where I go
When
Home is not here
Home I ought to make
The world is my home
A walk down memory lane
Being on holidays with both mum and dad,
Playing in the garden with a childhood friend,
Waking up and hearing the birds a school morning,
Used to be the good and carefree times.
Christmas’s with all of the family,
Feeling safe in your mother’s arms,
Spending time with your pet,
Those are moments I wish would never end.
The sweet scent of cooking in the kitchen,
Falling asleep in the sofa and waking up in your bed,
My home lies where life was easy, where days were breezy.
It is… ,
It Is as warm as the fire
that shivers in the fireplace
As serene as the white snow
That dances in the dark night
As sweet as a laughing child
That brightens your day
As peaceful as the spring rain
That beats through the half-open flower
As musical as the stream
That meanders between the mountains
As cheerful as the robin
That sings in the cherry blossom tree
As colorful as the childhood memories
That keeps you smiling
As welcoming as the embrace
of a person you love
It is
my Home
What feels like home
The people that I love
That I care about and trust
My Place
My safe
This is the space
Where I feel totally myself
To take off the pain
Nothing better than dancing in the rain
Home can move
Such as the sun and the moon
The universe
They all deserve
The darkness
Becomes brightness
As the sun illuminates the sky
My friends highlight my life
MY ESCAPE
When the world is a dungeon
They will cover my ears and tell me,
That I am safe from danger.
When my feelings make me a prisoner
And I dream of vanishing,
They will silently whisper
All the wonders of the world.
When I am drowning under pressure
They will use their hands
To pull me to the surface.
When I am at my lowest
They make me the happiest,
They’re the light in a room
Even the stars envy them
In my dreams,they come to me,
When I am lost,they guide me,
They’re my escape from reality.
You feel like home to me
You feel as cool as the breeze that hits my face
You feel like an endless sense of comfort
I stand here in front of nothing and everything
I wait for something amazing to transpire
I hope for a light at the end of the tunnel
You feel like home to me
Not because of your warm fuzzy hugs
Not because you know how to make me laugh
But because you stay even when i want nothing more than to leave
It itches at my already torn apart skin
So many endless and indescribable feelings
You feel like home
An array of beautifully blistering emotions
Because even if there’s not enough words to describe it
I will fit it into four measly letters
Home. you…you are my home.