Home Sweet Home

A poem about home.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Home Sweet Home

My childhood home

Is cherished

 

Memories filled with

Silver and gold

And sometimes pure cold.

 

No one told me

It would go with me

Where ever I go

 

When I roam from

Town to town

I carry it with me

 

I open the door

Each night when

I go to sleep

And dream.

 

I can’t shake

What I learned

And what I didn’t

Learn inside

My honeycomb

 

I can’t stop

Moaning

About That

Home.

 

 

Reviews

[Angie Diane♥&hea..]

This was very nicely written. I loved the emotions within it and I loved the flow of this piece. Being home teaches you many things to prepare for the real world. Good write. Thanks for sharing.

[No use.]

i can't stop either... what to do, what to do............

[Michael of Gilead]

The love/hate relationship with where you came from is undeniable

[Mauricio Montoya]

Believe me I know the feeling, great job well done.

[Black Cat Fever]

I kinda think we're haunted by our childhood, sometimes for good and sometimes not so much for good. Nice job on this.

[M Garcia]

So true. I love the picture you have to accompany this. I know the feeling. I can remember my old place with a fondness and a sadness. Thanks for sharing.

[Cynthia]

Home Sweet Home.
Teens always don't know how sweet and good the feeling of home is.
Oh, that's a beautiful poem!

[Tina Kline]

The place we grew up always calls to us and every time we go home to that neighborhood its always drastically different and if you know who is living in that house and have a chance to go inside its always different so home sweet home lives in our memories and dreams sometimes too.

[Eric Cox]

Lovely poem. Gives a visual into how you feel about your childhood home, with how it haunts you, so does mine. This is penned well, a cool write.

[tizzy k]

awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww i feel like that sometimes