A Place Like Home. (An Original Poetry)

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A Place Like Home



Aromas of the evening,
recalls in the mind,
like a sweet fragrance
of a place where the grass
feels like paradise.
home beckons,
like a siren song
filtering into me far away
into alien lands
as if I was a soldier
in the midst of gut and reek.

The sunset dims,
and colours are born
like a sublet of heaven.
like a whistle,
one jolt of memory
and I begin to revel
in comfort of the noon,
where cicidas are musicians
and the eagle's bawls
are sonorous to the mind

in a moment,
we're slaves to the moments,
when the skylarks yawns
and signals dinner!
the cooking pots
and the smouldering fire place
ignites a familiar smile
but opens up a door,
a door of sadness
in my little cup of comfort.

as today is born,
yesterday lives on,
like a perfectly placed kiss
that brings tears
to regretful souls.
I'm caught up far away
where hooting and shrieking
is served for breakfast
and bayonets and bullets
ticks like a grandfather's clock.

Aromas of the evening,
gently fades away.
like bubbles in the air
as foreign scents
thrills into me.
I'm in a country
owned by no one
a nameless land
where the grass is grey
and the evening feels like nothing

A place like home,
is where I'm known
and the rains
falls in zigzag droplets!
familiar arms
swarming around me
and curious eyes
battling me to the ground
so i can tell a story
of when I was far away
in distant lands.


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Written By @Josediccus

8/11/2020

All images owned & taken by me



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I wish Nigeria is more of the way you described your country.

Not that good at poems or poetry but it is worth the try.

A place like home
The prefect place to think
The prefect place to love
The perfect place to have a family

A place like home
Always come with peace of mind
Always come with comfortability
Always come with satisfaction

A place like home
Is a place free of injustice
Is a place free of corruption
Is a place I would love to call my country.

Hope I tried bro


Bro, I have not been seeing you on WhatsApp. Hope all is well?

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Well it's more like a place, an imaginary place where one feels at home, we all know it can't be Nigeria but then we all have that place we can generally call home.
Your attempt is good man, generally its difficult to write poetry

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Nice write-up
Psychologist... you say?
Nice meeting you I'm a psychologist too

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