#homesickness poems on Hello Poetry

Gargie Pandey Mar 2016

Home

The stars are the same,
Yet the sky somehow looks different.
The wind is the same,
The aroma, I reckon, is missing.
The buildings look just the same,
But I don’t recognise any.
The crowd looks at me knowingly,
And yet there’s no familiar face.
I speak volumes,
But the inherent soul is missing.
I have lived here for a while,
Yet home is missing.
Or is it just me..

#life #homesickness

Dreams of Sepia Sep 2015

There was a time

There was a time we lived in those museums
mother, do you remember?

seeing everything from Art Nouveau
to German Expressionism or Cubism

There was a time
we walked on Adenauerplatz beneath old Linden trees

There was a time our winters
were full of german gingerbread & mulled wine

& our Spring
spent wandering the Schlosspark

There was a time we spent our summers
watching swallows by the sunny Wannsee lakes

& our autumns in spacious cafes
& international bookshops

we talked the other day again
about the Russian one

how ever since we left home
we'd not seen so many Russian books in one place

it seems the vision of home never leaves you
just waits dormant in your heart

for something to remind you of it
just as now that Lesser Ury print

reminded me of our Berlin
& days of Love Parades & blissful freedom

I will not regret the journey
you made us take

because it meant
we got to live in heaven

there was a time we lived there
there was a time we lived there

I miss living in Berlin.

#truth #memories #art #nostalgia #longing #berlin #homesickness

Claudia Tara Aug 2015

Wishing Away

Sunlight shimmers
off sparkling snow,
shattered to fragments,
a blinding glow.
I squint my eyes
and shield my face
the way I once did
in a faraway place.
Closing my eyes
I am almost there
a memory conjured
by the glacial glare.
A dry Savannah
that was a school field
dry wind blows dust
and my eyes I shield.
The cold brings me back
to where I stand now,
my mind miles away,
I wonder how
I came to this place,
why am I here?
I know the reason
but can't fight back a tear.
I am lonely, homesick,
I want to go back.
To see out the joy
the present always lacks.
I know how it is,
how we all wish away
what we have now
for the thought of yesterday.
Alone or not,
I've no choice but to make do
with the life I've got.
It's not easy,
but I made my choice
I lift my spirits
Lift my voice.

No matter how many times you do it, leaving the familiar for a new place is never easy. I will always recall the warmth of Malawi with fondness, even now I've grown used to the cold.

#hope #moving #homesickness #malawi

Farida Salem Feb 2015

homesick

Being homesick isn't about being away from home. It's being at home yet still feeling so empty and confused. Because what is home? Home is warmth and love.

You could be at home, yet still feel like everything is crashing down. You could be away from home, and feel like you're having the time of your life. You could be lying on your couch, idly watching everything and everyone as they pass by. Mindlessly active, totally passive.

Or maybe you're just homesick.

#love #cold #void #homesickness #confusedsoul

Andrew M Bell Feb 2015

POEM ON MY FATHER'S BIRTHDAY

On the train to Haifa
I think about my father
in wartime Palestine,
a different time, a different name
but the same place.

His memories of oranges and beaches
and warm, Mediterranean swimming
are the times he chose to rescue
from the six years when the world
was drowning in its own blood.

The weather is blue and grey
but the sun shines
like my father’s medals
on his blue-grey air force uniform
that entranced me as a child.

As the helicopter gunships prowl over Mount Carmel,
speeding north to Lebanon,
I wonder what times I will choose to rescue
from a land built out of longing,
but paid for in blood.

Copyright Andrew M. Bell. The poet wishes to acknowledge The Press in whose pages this poem first appeared.

#memories #fathers #sons #bonding #homesickness #overseas

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