"homelike" poems - Hello Poetry

They sat in his closet, His shoes. In the comfortable dark. They seemed like him; Well worn, and content. I looked them over Believing they were homelike, Believing they were soft, Unlike the hard soles I wear; The small and binding ones That sometimes give blisters, Making me feel that his shoes Would be much nicer to wear. "Try them", he said, And he handed them to me; So I put them on. And they didn't seem so bad. "Walk in them", he then said. And once I'd walked a mile, or so, I felt the pebbles that had migrated into the tears that I hadn't seen before, I felt the roughness of the tread, already exhausted from endless journeys; I bent to disentangle the laces, frayed from having been tied, and retied. My feet hurt. I put on my own shoes. They felt different. They suited me more; with new-found room to grow.

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Apr 5, 2014

Apr 5, 2014 at 7:07 PM UTC

kara-lee-cook

Shoes

They sat in his closet, His shoes. In the comfortable dark. They seemed like him; Well worn, and content. I looked them over Believing they were homelike, Believing they were soft, Unlike the hard soles I wear; The small and binding ones That sometimes give blisters, Making me feel that his shoes Would be much nicer to wear. "Try them", he said, And he handed them to me; So I put them on. And they didn't seem so bad. "Walk in them", he then said. And once I'd walked a mile, or so, I felt the pebbles that had migrated into the tears that I hadn't seen before, I felt the roughness of the tread, already exhausted from endless journeys; I bent to disentangle the laces, frayed from having been tied, and retied. My feet hurt. I put on my own shoes. They felt different. They suited me more; with new-found room to grow.

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I used to laugh at the boys who felt heartbroken or saddened by a girl, I used to think of it as an absurd emotion. I am grown up now, and that kid inside me still wishes I could view such a thing in the same light mannered way, but I can't. I wish I could still laugh at those boys without a few painful memories of my own. I remember the first moments of shyly teasing, pretending that we didn't know what was going on, pretending that neither one of us will grow to develop feelings but I guess that is how the world works nowadays. I remember seeing her smile and it is the only thing that I needed to pick me up from a terrible day, a terrible day dripped off the page like rain of an umbrella, the very moment that I saw her smile. That smile, it's a rare smile, so beautiful and yet so mysterious in a way. I was content with just seeing her smile from cheek to cheek because it meant that she's happy and I guess all I wanted was to make her happy. I remember getting to know her, the more I learnt, the more I was intrigued. Sadly humans are the one beings that aren't living in a simplistic world where dreams are made to come true. I remember dreaming of her, and me, together (not in that sense for those with a slightly dirtier mind), we were together drinking coffee, drinking liquor, playing chase on a beach, watching time pass us by in each others arms. I remember her name, and it may seem so simple but nothing was ever simple with her. Her name was complex, her personality was complex but it's the complexity that made her stand out. I wandered off a wrong path once or twice but suffice to say I knew which way I always wanted to go, I knew where I always wanted to go and it was right to her arms. In my eyes, there is none other more beautiful, more special and made me feel alive as she did. So although I haven't met her in person, I always knew she would become amazing things, only suitable for an amazing person. I remember many details about that time of my life, the wounds are still fresh and the memories are still haunting me but that's the good thing about it, I can still remember everything that ever made me smile. [The girl who made a million of my dreams come true.]

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Jan 13, 2017

Jan 13, 2017 at 5:08 PM UTC

dissipate

Kind Jewel Homelike Perfect Homely

I used to laugh at the boys who felt heartbroken or saddened by a girl, I used to think of it as an absurd emotion. I am grown up now, and that kid inside me still wishes I could view such a thing in the same light mannered way, but I can't. I wish I could still laugh at those boys without a few painful memories of my own. I remember the first moments of shyly teasing, pretending that we didn't know what was going on, pretending that neither one of us will grow to develop feelings but I guess that is how the world works nowadays. I remember seeing her smile and it is the only thing that I needed to pick me up from a terrible day, a terrible day dripped off the page like rain of an umbrella, the very moment that I saw her smile. That smile, it's a rare smile, so beautiful and yet so mysterious in a way. I was content with just seeing her smile from cheek to cheek because it meant that she's happy and I guess all I wanted was to make her happy. I remember getting to know her, the more I learnt, the more I was intrigued. Sadly humans are the one beings that aren't living in a simplistic world where dreams are made to come true. I remember dreaming of her, and me, together (not in that sense for those with a slightly dirtier mind), we were together drinking coffee, drinking liquor, playing chase on a beach, watching time pass us by in each others arms. I remember her name, and it may seem so simple but nothing was ever simple with her. Her name was complex, her personality was complex but it's the complexity that made her stand out. I wandered off a wrong path once or twice but suffice to say I knew which way I always wanted to go, I knew where I always wanted to go and it was right to her arms. In my eyes, there is none other more beautiful, more special and made me feel alive as she did. So although I haven't met her in person, I always knew she would become amazing things, only suitable for an amazing person. I remember many details about that time of my life, the wounds are still fresh and the memories are still haunting me but that's the good thing about it, I can still remember everything that ever made me smile. [The girl who made a million of my dreams come true.]

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Sucre I failed you For I did not learn to speak My teacher did not agree with me So I did not last the week Sucre you failed me Bundled with a ***** because of gender Her company a test of patience So I escaped with the boys on a ****** But Sucre where we did not fail Was the comfort that I could live in A homely hostel with space more than most Bar far the best place I’ve been And so Sucre you succeeded I got plenty well needed sleep Lived a week of homelike activity Regenerating energy whilst enjoying your pretty peace Sucre where you excelled yourself Was the endless extra sights to be seen Many museums of my interest, devil hunting in the convent And evidence of where dinosaurs have been So Sucre overall If I were to give you a grade Considering fault beyond your control I’d say you deserve an A!

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Feb 23, 2014

Feb 23, 2014 at 12:26 PM UTC

macstoire

Successes and Failures of Sucre

Sucre I failed you For I did not learn to speak My teacher did not agree with me So I did not last the week Sucre you failed me Bundled with a ***** because of gender Her company a test of patience So I escaped with the boys on a ****** But Sucre where we did not fail Was the comfort that I could live in A homely hostel with space more than most Bar far the best place I’ve been And so Sucre you succeeded I got plenty well needed sleep Lived a week of homelike activity Regenerating energy whilst enjoying your pretty peace Sucre where you excelled yourself Was the endless extra sights to be seen Many museums of my interest, devil hunting in the convent And evidence of where dinosaurs have been So Sucre overall If I were to give you a grade Considering fault beyond your control I’d say you deserve an A!

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the darkness doesn't shine within you. impossible. it smothers. sometimes so delicate and lightly with skilled seduction it conditions you for its welcome sometimes forceful and passionately dark, like the night and fears wrapped into one cloak it forces you homelike into the darkness where the peace is only a temporary ruse manipulation to ready you for your deathly dangle again and again. sometimes it appears helpless and calls you in with longing and pain-filled eyes. it prays upon your light and draws it out of you good-naturedly and makes you feel needed, promising to love the light... but oh, the smothering is the most cunning of all these things, learning to breathe with light is not an easy thing, you must learn wise and sacrifice for together these are powerful things. what glitters is the cold what shines is the soul what covers is the darkness what opens is the light anyone clothed in darkness is only one thought away from light and that is that they must deny the power of the dark as it is no match for the holy light. a soul is not permitted to stay too long in one or the other, that's why the sun and the moon were made and each disappear behind a shroud, here and there to make you understand how it is that love and hate go around, for one must contrast the other each as capable but none is sustainable. so thus measure your darkness with the balance of light and enjoy the strength you gain in the fight may you endeavour in the end to not let the other win then may your soul take flight, a higher journey is always a touch away ever just in sight.

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Mar 30, 2014

Mar 30, 2014 at 3:21 AM UTC

sylkie-smoothie

it doesnt shine for fuck's sake.

the darkness doesn't shine within you. impossible. it smothers. sometimes so delicate and lightly with skilled seduction it conditions you for its welcome sometimes forceful and passionately dark, like the night and fears wrapped into one cloak it forces you homelike into the darkness where the peace is only a temporary ruse manipulation to ready you for your deathly dangle again and again. sometimes it appears helpless and calls you in with longing and pain-filled eyes. it prays upon your light and draws it out of you good-naturedly and makes you feel needed, promising to love the light... but oh, the smothering is the most cunning of all these things, learning to breathe with light is not an easy thing, you must learn wise and sacrifice for together these are powerful things. what glitters is the cold what shines is the soul what covers is the darkness what opens is the light anyone clothed in darkness is only one thought away from light and that is that they must deny the power of the dark as it is no match for the holy light. a soul is not permitted to stay too long in one or the other, that's why the sun and the moon were made and each disappear behind a shroud, here and there to make you understand how it is that love and hate go around, for one must contrast the other each as capable but none is sustainable. so thus measure your darkness with the balance of light and enjoy the strength you gain in the fight may you endeavour in the end to not let the other win then may your soul take flight, a higher journey is always a touch away ever just in sight.

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I miss the stickiness of your skin; the tiny mountains and hills lining and peaking up on every different realm of your flesh; the soft, homelike feel of your radiating warmth filling the room from ceiling to floor with calming and loving air; your breath replenishing my pores and lungs keeping me still and free ....funny that i no longer have you but honestly i dont know if i ever did

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May 31, 2015

May 31, 2015 at 8:40 PM UTC

chrissybread

poem i wrote in the psych hospital about a boy who messed with my head and played with my hands

I miss the stickiness of your skin; the tiny mountains and hills lining and peaking up on every different realm of your flesh; the soft, homelike feel of your radiating warmth filling the room from ceiling to floor with calming and loving air; your breath replenishing my pores and lungs keeping me still and free ....funny that i no longer have you but honestly i dont know if i ever did

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To old, cracked and dripping, No glory or mark, engulfed by pitting, Yet erstwhile days contrast the modern, Intuitive frame untapped to trodden. Howbeit the fray, heartfelt be stable, Breathing out wisdom while conjuring fable, Elate is the keeper and akin alike, For the roost is warm, and all homelike. But rock to pebble upon the crust, Run-Down brick among the dust, The onset of ruin does bear much fraught, Only the absent escape the rot.

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Aug 22, 2016

Aug 22, 2016 at 11:48 AM UTC

StephenJimperson

To Old

To old, cracked and dripping, No glory or mark, engulfed by pitting, Yet erstwhile days contrast the modern, Intuitive frame untapped to trodden. Howbeit the fray, heartfelt be stable, Breathing out wisdom while conjuring fable, Elate is the keeper and akin alike, For the roost is warm, and all homelike. But rock to pebble upon the crust, Run-Down brick among the dust, The onset of ruin does bear much fraught, Only the absent escape the rot.

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