The house of my dreams

By teamo14, Paris, France

It’s the place I adore.
It’s my shelter.
My home has no doors,
You can’t enter.
Time is so minor,
There’s no clock.
Although I have mirrors,
A large block.
And I am reading
Books as often
As I’m drinking
A cup of coffee.
It’s the place I adore,
It’s my shelter.
My heart has no doors,
You can’t enter.

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so_joy said...
Sept. 3, 2012 at 3:24 pm:

Great job! The description is good, although I think you could go on describing the appearance of your house. The rest is just perfection. Please read, rate, and comment on my poems! Thanks!

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teamo14 said...
Aug. 3, 2012 at 3:44 am:

thank you very much for your comment, you've got very interesting ideas :)
It's a very old poem so it's kinda unfinished. I just posted it...

so_joy replied...
Oct. 15, 2012 at 4:57 pm :

I think you should finish it:) Mind checking out my work?

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InkWriter13 said...
Jul. 8, 2012 at 4:26 pm:

Interesting poem. Kind of short. I feel like you could lengthen it more and go into depth with your ideas here. Definitely has strong moments. Curious question: what did you mean by Although I have mirrors, A large block? Other than that, I loved the rejection of time and the world. It seems almost like a writer's true world--a world of books and words (and coffee). Great work. :) Would you please comment on my poems titled Without the Writer and The Perfect Fit?