PoemsBrowse PoemsSlamsFresh DropEchoes
LearnWriting TipsPoetry TermsPoets & ArtistsBooksFor Teachers
ExplorePoetry GenomePoem MapEchoesTake ActionGroups
AboutWrite a PoemDonateSign UpLog In

Homesick


I never understood why people get homesick until I met you. I never understood why people like to go home at the end of the day until I met you. When I travel far from you, I do feel sick. And when my day ends, all I want to come home to is you. I know you shouldn’t make your home in people, but I didn’t even try with you, I’d never had a home in a house, but I have a home in you.

©All Rights Reserved

Something wrong with this poem?

Share

Replies are closed for this poem.

Kate Elizabeth

Don't let anyone tell you you're not punk rock, bruh.

View all poems →

Your Poem's Voice

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (1)

ireallyliveforpoetry
<p>I can relate to this very much</p>

Log in to leave a comment.