homesickness
Learn more about other poetry terms
The Seattle Skyline at Half Past Three.
It never meant that much to me.
The Seattle Skyline at Six'till Four.
I've never wanted so much more.
My heart was splattered
blood red over drab stones
gravestone inscription read:
here lies the girl who lost her home
Her heart and her friend
Heaven wafts through the house
Smoked brisket, mac n' cheese,
Mom's homemade cookies
Ava excitedly talks to me
About Achievement Hunter
Those crazy guys are at it again
Dear Washington,
I miss you
I haven’t seen you in 7 months
It’s been too long
I miss your forests
Lush and alive
More green than any place I’ve ever seen
I miss your rain
Kindergarten first day I was late,
Doesn’t play well with others.
First grade Mother’s Day,
I can’t read,
Maybe I should be held back,
Second grade, JK—
Rowling lit a light inside,
Home is a very obsure term
The building I once lived in
Is not home anymore
The bed full of blankets
And my favorite stuffed animal
Is not home anymore
The family that I love
I walk alone, my feet thump on the paving stone.
The winds chill breath, hastens me to the doors of death.
The pump of my heart, so loud it gives me a start.
A prickle on my neck makes me look back and check,
The moon tonight, over Little Bay
Is a powdered pink color
Floating just above the treetops
Somehow, it does not reflect
In the dark waters of Little Bay
I had never seen a pink moon:
i go to a place i haven't called home in years
just as spring disappears around the corner
(and gaze in the distance
Urban streets, bustling with life in bright afternoons,
Become quiet and cool on cloudy days and early nights--
A barren wasteland without thrum of foot traffic
And screams of emergency sirens.
