#Home

8497 posts
  • man_bird13 16h

    I always wonder
    why birds choose to
    stay in the same place
    when they can fly
    anywhere on the Earth.
    Then I ask myself
    the same question.

  • alwaysyou 1d

    Fairy tales tell us that at the end of a rainbow, there is a treasure.
    To me it doesn't matter.

    I like to believe, that at the end of a rainbow, there is a home.
    In that home, there's you.

    Maybe... That's just a dream, but maybe some day it won't just be. Maybe some day, it will be true.


    ©alwaysyou

  • theetranquilpearl 2d

    In Search of home part 4.

    It was from that day I realised that I have been looking for home
    In all of the wrong places
    The young girl in will always be on this quest
    My quest for home
    Has brought unwanted company
    That treated me like nothing
    I look for home
    In those around me
    In melodies
    In music
    Within the depths of my soul
    As long as you feel like home...
    But with my realisation
    Came the harsh truth
    My quest will never succeed
    Because the day Mama left
    she took home with her
    ©theetranquilpearl

  • hoorbanu98 4d

    Breaking Poem

    Home


    A Home is a happy Home
    Father and mother, plays a strongest role
    Sister and brother completes a Family

    You, Me and Us
    Nobody wants to lose
    There will be a time
    We break into alone
    But nobody knows
    When will break down
    Its upto our understanding thats stand to be own.

    Yes we want a break from all
    But don't break with all
    Remember you are a member
    Yes, will break into alone
    We break into not shown
    We break to hold our tone



    《 21-05-2022 》

  • manisha_agrawal 1w

    'Desire'

    With a desire to learn and grow,
    She stepped out and went with the flow.

    With a desire to explore and tour,
    She kept moving and endured.

    Now, with a desire for peace and pause,
    She wanna go back home and drowse..

    ©manisha_agrawal

  • thehealer10 1w

    What turns a house into a home?
    Have you felt alone while sitting in a full house ?
    Are you a peace keeper, or a thrill seeker?

    Home is what you make it, not a building, or determined by an address; it's a state of being.

    Have you felt at home simply in the presence of Love?
    What about animosity?



    tags by @hashta.gr #love #home #loveyourself #selflove #loveit #mylove #loveyou #homesweethome #loveher #lovequotes #loveislove #lovehim #warrior #war #warriors #homeinspiration #homes #warzone #infinitywar #homeimprovement #homestudio #homeiswhereyouparkit #civilwar #hashtagr #homealone #homegoals #wargames

    Read More

    Home

    Heartache, a mountain of grief weighs upon tomorrow.

    The bleakness of the halls fill me with sorrow.

    The suffering becomes less bearable as the echo of your laughs wan.

    Despondent, due to the cycle of dysphoria; weed to numb the pain.

    Woe to the Victor!

    Who created this War Zone ?

    ©thehealer10

  • jazbaatonkikalamse 1w

    Ghar...

    Bichd ke ghar se, ye ehsaaas hota hai,
    Ki ek ghar hi to tha, jha sbka schcha kirdaar hota hai....
    ©jazbaatonkikalamse

  • mariateresa 3d

    Love breeds compassion empowering higher consciousness
    Stripping me of all that attempted to hold me back
    No judgements, perceived separation or lack
    Breathing in all is oneness and unity
    Heartbeat throbs as cascading truth washes over me
    Saturated by the force that connects every spirit
    Essence that glistens within the eye should one look to clearly see it
    Taking it in as fresh air that enlightens the soul
    Elemental strength fulfills its purpose
    Laughter spreads like a breeze over the meadow's blooming surface
    As I stare for hours
    Bonfires burn in celebration, a joyous return
    Standing ovation marked by resounding applause
    Feelings of abundance grip my being like a hug
    Universal language is understood as love
    I am home

    We are rising to new levels of consciousness all over thos planet to understand unity and oneness is the truth. The human experience is so incredibly fascinating. The more I release control and judgements over myself and others, the more freedom I feel as a soul I discover. Uncovering years of conditioning and taming, returning to my wild and spirited nature. The healing journey has taught me how much we are given by simply being alive. Such a glorious gift, my heart is so grateful. In Mother Nature I trust.

    #higherconciousness #soulawakening #spiritguides #mothernature #heartcentered #heartconsciousness #unity #oneness #home #spiritualawakening #connectioniskey #writingcommunity #writersnetwork #mirakee

    Read More

    Homecoming

    Love breeds compassion empowering higher consciousness
    Stripping me of all that attempted to hold me back
    No judgements, perceived separation or lack
    Breathing in all is oneness and unity
    Heartbeat throbs as cascading truth washes over me
    Saturated by the force that connects every spirit
    Essence that glistens within the eye should one look to clearly see it
    Taking it in as fresh air that enlightens the soul
    Elemental strength fulfills its purpose
    Laughter spreads like a breeze over the meadow's blooming surface
    As I stare for hours
    Bonfires burn in celebration, a joyous return
    Standing ovation marked by resounding applause
    Feelings of abundance grip my being like a hug
    Universal language is understood as love
    I am home
    ©mariateresa

  • writeweird 2w

    india.what

    i wasn't born in a castle but the streets couldn't touch me/

    for everyday was a battle their thoughts couldn't cut me/

    in a state where the cattle strays,
    pray they don't find me/

    confine me in pieces, my name's enough to define me/

    design me, blind me, tell me your saffron lies and remind me/

    how cheap is life, you got the name of the other/ everyday they kill 'em, doesn't matter that we brothers/

    sisters and mother's live terrified behind the walls/

    the cameras too late, the police's just doing its job/

    step outta' the way, they told us it's no country for 'M/

    a billion voices they say but who the fuck is speaking for them/

    look who's speaking again/

    cuz' he knows everybody's afraid/ everybody's paid, everybody on the tv has bags full of praise/

    a house full of snakes, shedding skin at the next red light/

    all they want is to win doesn't matter if it costs a life/

    if it costs a stone, if it costs a knife/ for the cause is history, and history never dies/



    ©writeweird

  • aamirkhan 2w

    What is moon for me

    Exilier for the broken hearted souls
    Who becomes leftover in their path just like bones

    Peace for the head crushing angers which boils from the veins
    Who becomes the war animals covered with guilt and stains

    Hope for the broken willed who suffocates in fear with unbroken chains
    Who becomes the puppet who makes people laugh on while in pains

    ©aamirkhan

  • biswajitdev 2w

    Dear #Voyagers of #Universe,
    Have a glance and drop ❤️ or �� in accordance with your feelings to the verse. #TheBookmarkAndSonnet
    Every suggestion is heartiest welcome.
    ----------------------------------------------------------
    ** The #sublime touch of a thin card printed or plain
    In #dusty #dreamland it'll mark my long lost #presence without #stain.
    She's the lone #voyager stuck in #tattered world #yearns to be calm
    Her #solitary #soul found #home as I #wrapped her in my arms.

    I'm that #sonnet #engraved on #tarnished page
    #Craving for a #constant bookmark in the world of changes
    Carrying the #cologne of our #love and #commitment
    That one bookmarked page #reminisces our #eloquent #embracement.
    Wanna read us? **
    ©biswajitdev
    08.05.2022

    * GLOSSARY * :
    Sublime - divine, Stain - Any bad colour or discredit, Lone - Alone, Voyager - Traveler, Stuck - Not able to move, Tattered - Torn, Yearn - Strongly desire, Solitary - Alone, Sonnet - Poem, Engraved - Design words on a surface, Tarnished - Lose lustre, Bookmark - A narrow piece of card, Cologne - Scent, Bookmarked - The page which is marked by a Bookmark, Reminisce - Talk about pleasant things that happened in the past, Eloquent - Expressive, Embracement - Hug another person in the arms with Love *
    ----------------------------------------------------------
    @miraquill @writersnetwork @writerstolli @writersbay

    #Sublime
    #Bookmark #wod #pod #writersnetwork #writerstolli #writersbay #miraquill #ceesreposts

    Picture credit to the rightful owner

    Read More

    The sublime touch of a thin card printed or plain
    In dusty dreamland it'll mark my long lost presence without stain.
    She's the lone voyager stuck in tattered world yearns to be calm
    Her solitary soul found home as I wrapped her in my arms.

    I'm that sonnet engraved on tarnished page
    Craving for a constant bookmark in the world of changes
    Carrying the cologne of our love and commitment
    That one bookmarked page reminisces our eloquent embracement.
    Wanna read us?
    ©biswajitdev
    08.05.2022

  • suhaniyogesh 2w

    Home

    Missing home is not new to you
    Because
    You are still finding your own home

    P.s start building one.
    ©suhaniyogesh

  • megaththenral 3w

    Home is
    a boon to some
    It also turns out to be a curse for some ....

    ©Megaththenral

  • sanamtheseeker 3w

    I lost my grandma,
    I lost her love,
    I lost her Dua's,

    Lost the second home


    ©sanamtheseeker

  • vaigai_yokar 3w

    My Home

    My home has two beautiful eyes;
    My home has a cutest smile;
    My home holds a guitar in his hands;
    My home has got music to my soul;
    My home is 6 ft tall;
    My home also snores at night;
    My home has a Ed t-shirt which fits me like a dress;
    My home opens a beer for me though he never drinks,
    My home cooks for me though he never cooks;
    My home let's me be stupid around him;
    My home sings like nobody listens;
    My home gets happy for little things;
    My home taught me how to live;;
    My home taught me how to love;
    My home taught me how to care;
    My home taught me how to hold in good and bad.
    ©vaigai_yokar

  • hailey145 3w

    Home

    Home is the only place
    Where I can remain
    ' Myself '
    No judgements are made
    However silly I am
    ©hailey145

  • gemiozandal 3w

    I built a fortress against a flowing river

    I used to fear the loud, incredible noises.
    They stood tall, broad and they
    Tired me; all the time.
    Words like waterfalls flowed endlessly,
    Spilling over cliffs and mountains
    As soon as the red fruit splits.
    They drowned me in my silence;
    They strangle me for my words:
    "I am tired of being the only one trying"

    Then you came like the river that heals. It came in a rush, made me giddy. You fill up the spaces in me that were punched by the rain, the hail. Completed me. I used to hate the cacophony of words. But now, they are the melodies that kept me afloat; and I know not anymore, how to navigate the Earth that is devoid of your words, your melodies.

    ~

    i built a fortress against you, hear you not.

    it is only silence now
    and I am lost where I called home.
    ©gemiozandal

  • alexselven3 3w

    "The MISFIT"

    CHAPTER 1
    " Her Inks were spilled on a wrinkled paper unlike the books that are publicly sold"

    Sterotypical generic voices around say that she doesn't fit the crowd . I don't follow the crown but monotonous loud noises makes her disturbed & frawned .Started to kissing her thoughts in the mist of the dark odds, roots getting chopped &freedom's been casted out .Pessimistic curves of the surround voices possessing her lips.Dreams getting nastily faded & core of her soul being mocked with scars as deeper she starts to have an affair with those generic sounds .
    Slaved with bonds & curbs that makes her edge to the leagues of odds.Her blurry face still moves along with the crowd with soundless jabs and gestures still haunts her all day round .

    Chapter 2
    "Chipped paints seem so hard to wash but some mental self touches makes the wounds to never everlast "

    The hallowness steadily and softly killing her breath away.Hearing the silence of a Deadwood but it's so hard to escape .Lonesome from inside and toxic errors make lost in her own thoughts .
    Echoes around sync the way you think and hypocrite never change just like leopard's spot.Her fear lying so deep underneath but the mocks around made her start to have a fatal face off .Some pieces don't hail from heaven nor from hell but the guts of their's makes the odd lanes too hard to tell .She began to paint herself that fits the misfit unlike the love letters that are scattered in the generic fits .
    Even in the spring that starts to rain and even if the weathers are so unpredictable then the odd notes of her can never go in vain .Starts to move on with acceptance and momentum .If rumbles turn apart then imperfection can even make many wonders as an art .
    Circus saga never starts to trigger when she unlocks the fortune telling cards.Fear still does bleed heavy but the paints doesn't make the readers know the essence of the blended colors in her art .Such golden hearts are still yet to shine when misfits start to believe in their own dearly lines...

    Conclusion :Never fear with the odd shadows and their sagas of their rhyme .As you never know that the so called ODDS "MISFITS" are the only key to unlock the sky of cloud nine

  • john_arts 3w

    Dad's in the living room watching the Superbowl with the boys, they make a fuss about a near miss every once in a while. Mum's brewing tea and baking cup cakes. You enter the kitchen and she gives you a hug warmer than the tea she's brewing. You can literally feel the warmth! Or maybe it's just the tea she is about to serve with that mug that might be a little bit too big or too small for some people but perfect for you and it's your favorite. You take the mug up to your room and just then you glance at an heart-shaped photo frame of your entire family with you when you were graduating from fifth grade. If something didn't happen you would burst into tears.
    You're home! This is home!
    And this is us! Welcome to the home of creativity, welcome to johnartscreativespace! We're home!
    #You #Home
    #Creativity #johnartscreativespace

    I'd love to say a big thank you to all your endless love for literature as it has inspired me to create a literature channel across all social media sites
    just search johnartscreativespace and you'll find us

    Lots of love from us to you ❤️
    Keep reading, keep believing

    Read More

    FEEL AT HoME wITH JoHNARTscREATIvEsPAcE

    ©john_arts

  • warriorofthenight 4w

    Mine is a quiet love.