by Caycay Jennings |
Categories:
character, emotions, feelings, heart, identity, introspection, journey,
Intuitive
with a friendly, caring nature, I am imaginative and spiritual.
I share my home nest with my older brother, adult son and soulmate.
I love antiques, dancing and spontaneous adventures on ATVs.
I feel sorrow for humanity, but gratitude and love are my home emotions.
I fear ignorance, the medical community and for my son's life after I pass.
I would rejoice to see brotherhood lived in global peace and equality.
Resident brat of all in the U.S. Army world, I lack a hometown.
Authentic
... CayCay
February 3, 2019
by Naji Almurisi |
Categories:
girlfriend, love, romance, romantic, love,
When the wind kisses the green lawn
And the trees dance like pretty fawn
When the love flirts with the hate
And the soul listens to the heart's beat
I saw her before sundown
Her hair between blond and brown
Her name is Kate
I've never seen her of late
Honey please calm down!
Our love still is between verb and noun
And this is love's gate
Which behind it our fate
Let us go to hometown
Before sundown
To begin our first love date
When the love overcomes the hate
by Jenny Linsel |
Categories:
england, nostalgia, remember, sorrow,
Hartlepool , My Hometown
St Hilda's bathed in sunlight Is a sight i love to see
The Marina with it's many boats, that’s the place for me
Back down to the Headland for Verill's fish and chips
Hartlepool it's my hometown
We have the shopping centre, empty units galore
And I think of all the great shops we had in days of yore
Blacketts, Sages, Robinsons, bargain by the score
Hartlepool is my hometown
I grew up on the Central Estate everyone knew everyone
Now everyone keeps to themselves, so sad the Central's gone
The town i knew it is long gone, this is sad but true
Old Hartlepool, I'm missing you
by Misty Hoot |
Categories:
family, funny, hope, natural disasters, inspirational, love, people, uplifting,
Your team catches the ball, runs the ball, and sometimes get a touchdown.
This team of black and gold brought the joy and pride back to their hometown.
You make us proud to call you our own.
Your team spirit you've realy shown.
I stand in the crowd as they scream so proud.
Go Saints!
Fans faces are covered in gold and black face paints.
You beat the enemy.
So far you' ve won all three.
I can't wait for your next game!
You'll put the other team to shame.
If you ask us how we feel about our team we have no complaints.
All we have to say is GOOOOOOOOOO Saints!
by Christa Brown |
Categories:
urban
Gary, Indiana is the town where I grew up
Aftermath of gang battles designed our streets
Rage, rap, and rivalry were the three R’s that we learned at school
Yet, this was my hometown, the town where I grew up
In the town where I grew up
Non-violence was considered a thing of the past
Drug dealers and female callers assembled at each corner as men back when
gathered to march
In the town where I grew up
Adolescents were just first round picks for growing gangs
Neighborly love and peace was out of the question
Accidents and incidents were a regular occurrence in this town yet nevertheless this
was my town, the town where I grew up
by Charles Melody Lightning Ink |
Categories:
peace
I saw a girl,a fair beauty,
Whose sunny brightness
Impressed my eyes.
I thought i was confused,
No!i have to be composed.
"Hello,eyes desire?"my
Words were in slow motion.
"Hello,strange comer,"her
Words were even slower...
She must be without palaver.
My notion got unleashed,
Truly and carefully,
Convincing her like never before.
A melodious subtle laughter followed,
Like something from my guitar,
Making her display her verdicts.
She is the karachi girl,
Hometown in pakistan,grand daughter
Of a goldmine,in love with me,
A penny boy for nature
And affection's sake.
by Ettie Christian-Bowling |
Categories:
love, summer,
As this summer draws to a close,
All the lovers know,
That they soon will have to say goodbye.
They cant make this easy no matter how hard they might try.
From the beaches of California,
To the sands of Florida.
You can see all the different summer lovers,
Enjoying their last bit of summer,
And their last taste of love under the covers.
Cause they know,
that once this summer has come to a close,
They will be back in their hometown,
Back to their old lives,Of long works hours and school clowns.
But in the back of their minds, They wont forget what they found,
They wont forget this summer,
The summer they found someone who loved them like no other.
by Akilah Babb |
Categories:
appreciation, bible, blessing, faith, first love, heaven, jesus,
LORD I WRITE TO YOU
ALL THE GLORY
HONOR AND PRAISE IS DUE
FOR MAKING ALL THINGS
IN MY LIFE NEW
LORD I WRITE TO YOU
HOW LONG SHOULD I WAIT
NOT UNTIL I REACH
HEAVEN'S GATE
LORD I WRITE TO YOU
EVEN THOUGH MY
HOMETOWN SOMETIMES GETS
ME FRUSTRATED AND BLUE
THANK YOU LORD FOR CHOOSING ME
TO WAKE MY DARK LIFE UP
WITH YOUR ETERNAL CLUE
by Contina Savage |
Categories:
animals, black african american, children, happiness, love,
On Sunday, my sister drive
us to church.
On the way, we see two pups
in the entrance
of a driveway of a home.
Two brown pups stand still
to see the morning traffic.
A comfort of joy
refresh a love
toward our hometown.
by Jack Ellison |
Categories:
dedication,
Little Tiny Timothy
Was less than five feet tall
Not much chance of growing
His Dad was also small!
For quite a little while then
He felt he didn't fit in
Things were geared for bigger boys
He was also very thin!
Love to play a contact sport
Bigger boys would laugh
At this little guy's bold request
That he would even ask!
But Little Tiny Timothy
Didn't let it beat him down
Went on to more important things
As mayor of his own hometown!
Your bigness doesn't matter
It's what's inside that counts
So take heart all you little people
All obstacles you can surmount!
© Jack Ellison 2015
by Jack Ellison |
Categories:
life,
Little Tiny Timothy
Was less than five feet tall
Not much chance of growing
His Dad was also small!
For quite a little while then
He felt he didn't fit in
Things were geared for bigger boys
He was also very thin!
Love to play a contact sport
Bigger boys would laugh
At this little guy's bold request
That he would even ask!
But Little Tiny Timothy
Didn't let it beat him down
Went on to more important things
As mayor of his own hometown!
Your bigness doesn't matter
It's what's inside that counts
So take heart all you little people
All obstacles you can surmount!
©Jack Ellison 2012
by Deb Wilson |
Categories:
art, brother, friendship, life, life,
Fill my life with love.
Gift of friendships rare and deep.
Back in my hometown.
Reunited with them all.
I will make my life here now.
Baby brother's back.
Once more in my life to stay.
Let me make music.
Write a poem,make a craft.
Use my talents I'm blessed with.
Silver crested star.
Santa says to be myself.
Do not waste my time.
Creativity should flow.
Use my hands,my mind,my heart.
By Deb Wilson
for contest"Santa's Surprise"
sponsored by Linda-marie
sweetheart of PS
by Grace Martin-Chang |
Categories:
10th grade, abuse, deep,
The ocean is calm,
But the storm is calmer.
He kissed her palm,
Then drowned her in water .
They tied her hands together,
Then changed her name.
And no matter the weather,
In the ocean it would rain.
Her hands began to ache,
From the ropes cutting her skin.
She needed to take,
Instead of always giving in.
She wanted to get back on land,
But she learned to love the sea.
She grew used to ropes around her hands,
But She missed her family.
And as the years went by,
She forgot her hometown.
she learnt to comply,
As she continued to drown.
by Misty Thomason |
Categories:
hope, lost love, people,
Here they come all that chrome,
roaring through the streets
Waving and honking as the crowd
shouts their love for a special angel
Celebrating a hero of our hometown,
A little girl taken to early by a man who
should have never been free,
A father willing to fight for our children
Riding hogs through several towns
5,000 in all pointing the way
For all to hear
Jessie's Life will not be in Vain
by Yonah Jeong |
Categories:
love,
I am breathing with poetry
Feel society and nature
experience, interpret
to change
like one of the grains of sand on the beach
washed by the waves
shining with light
edge is gone
to be that person
take off the cloak of hypocrisy
Towards the hometown of pure innocence
Wind,
cloud,
waves,
storm,
islands,
seaweed and fish
the captain of the sinking ship,
over the horizon over the horizon
invisible but
Towards the homeland of existence
I write poetry
Making my dreams come true
I write poetry.
by Michelle Mcdermin |
Categories:
adventure, love
Running through the fields
after the long drive
right into your arms
A little 'ole place
up in the country side
that's where I belong
miles away from my hometown
Call me a hick but i don't care
it's where I feel I belong
Someday it will come
my journeys well rewarded
making everything feel complete
by Wilfredo Derequito |
Categories:
lost love, sad,
She struts on the stage in her plunging gown, chic and suave,
A salve to these tired eyes intently watching on this old Sony;
Roaming the ramp among the ranks of high society wearing
The latest Stella McCartney collection straight from London,
Or is it a Valentino she is donning, maybe a Ralph Lauren?
Run, baby, run ahead of the nasty mannequin competition,
I know you can make it, yes, yes, yes, that’s my little girl!
And if one day you tire of your world of pomp and glitter,
Look not far for I’m waiting back here in our hometown.
by Rachael Davis |
Categories:
angst, friendship, life, love, nostalgia, sad, social, time,
Bring back memories,
Hold on to sunny days,
It feels like centuries,
Since we parted ways.
New journeys were bound,
Away from our hometown,
Dreams were scattered around,
Distance let us down.
I breathe loneliness,
Missing your lovely smile,
I search for completeness,
While counting each mile.
The sky is light blue,
But my heart is dark gray,
I miss you oh so true,
you’re too far away.
Bring back memories,
Hold on to sunny days,
It feels like centuries,
Since we parted ways.
by Yonah Jeong |
Categories:
love,
I thought
Home is a long way away
for everyone
No matter how we are closer,
we live in
birthplace.
by Christopher Allen |
Categories:
adventure, analogy,
I am handed a bottle of wine
I am told it's French and then, well, that's it
I offer my son another mint
He'll one day discover mint sauce
I'm drinking yoghurt out of a glass
I'm annoyed at the hotel buffet
The fried eggs have all gone
The chef can't keep up
I offer my services behind the counter
I hear the waiter changing his accent with different customers (again)
Love waffles
A bowl of stupid
Liquid breakfast
Eat my shorts
But there was man
Who wanted a statue of himself
In his hometown
On horseback
In the nude
Name a bus shelter after me
by Jerry Brotherton |
Categories:
poetry,
I took the hot and dusty backroad,
that twisted into my old hometown.
Hoping that some of those good ole days,
might still be there just hanging around.
Was looking for some of those good times,
I had when I was still young and free.
When nothing in this world could stop me,
from being who I wanted to be.
Walked down the streets looking for lost love,
I thought I could start over again.
But all I could find were memories,
of that disappointment, hurt, and pain.
I guess it’s true what they have told me,
that anything good will never last.
And you will never find what you need,
walking down dusty roads of the past.