My Soul, My Skin.
If I knew that, That was the last ray, Of Sunlight I would see, I would've looked at it more. Even if my eyes burned, And felt like they were dipped in lime. If I knew that, That was the last time,…
missinghome is one of the most explored themes on Power Poetry, where young poets share their authentic voices and lived experiences. The 2 poems below range from raw first drafts to carefully crafted works — each one a window into how a young writer sees missinghome in their life. Whether you're looking for inspiration, connection, or just want to know you're not alone, start reading and see what resonates.
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