This place I've built is so wonderful to see.
So fragile, like silk, a land made within me.
A place where the wind will whisper my name
And the rain will dance and spin, where no one's the same.
Where the animals, especially horses, talk to me and where the creek sings.
Where it's plain to see all natural and beautiful things.
The plants grow tall and the forest spreads.
The mountains look small, and it's all in my head.
It is always morning and it's cool and calm.
This beautiful painting I hold in my palm.
This place I've made is too precious to share.
A place not knowing hate, a place without despair.
I live here when I shut my eyes. I don't want to leave.
I'll keep my bit of Heaven, my world all to myself.
That way, it won't seem absurd to everyone else.
A contest entry
- A little piece of heaven by Killerzombies.
300 points, ended March 29, 2008, 12 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What do you think?
Comments
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Very good!!
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Now thats what i call a real good poem, it all just fits. Calm, soothing, thats my girl!!
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Amazing poem. Well wrote and love the imagery. good luck in the contest.
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