Poetry: Come Home
69A poem I wrote today.
I just finished this one. Thoughtful comments are always welcome.
Come Home
As sure as the sun comes rising up into the sky so blue
That's how long my love will last that I have for you
When autumn leaves fall to the ground and all else has turned brown
If love is like an ocean then in your love I'll drown
As sure as snow is icy cold and icicles hang from eaves
When you go marching off to war each day part of me grieves
I wonder where you'll lay your head and where your feet will roam
And each day I wish a wish that you will soon be home
As sure as seedlings sprout in spring and the crocus lift their heads
I look out to the trail you took and hope you'll walk back home instead
I cry enough to fill a pail and then I cry some more
And then I'm mad at the world and me for letting you walk out that door
As sure as tomatoes ripen in summer and pumpkins big do grow
I put my back into my work and sharpen up the hoe
I mend and prune and clean and milk until the sun dips out of sight
And then I light the candles on the windowsill to guide you home tonight
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We was homeless
here we are with our signs,
dont you see the big black lines,
hungry homeless cleaning the scruffy house clean,
yes i no people can be real crude,
but everyday at the red light,
we walk the streets left and right,
holding them out for all to see,
the message is clear please help me,
most of my family just look ahead straight,
they cont stop now theyre running late,
until a child asks without a care,
why that family standing there?
the answer are pretty much the same,
the family is homeless its a loss game,
so here i am with my five kids on our bender knees,
my minds clamoring yelling please,
please let me live another day,
dont throw us out we need to stay,
dont you think we deserve to live?
a normal life so we could give?
instead of living of peoples trash
we wont to buy new things with cash
this is a poem i rote for me and my children when we was homeless and was placed in a refuge and then we got a council home and now we are happyer than ever hope you like it x x love your poem
What a heartbreaking poem you have written. I wish the best for you and your little ones.
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Very heart felt. I like it, although it's sad.
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jenny doulin says:
11 months ago
this is a good poem keep tham comind