my home
I feel the breeze of the ocean as I lay on the warm sand,
the sun kisses my skin,
I hear birds chirping and the trees swaying
to the rhythm of the ocean,
I soak it all in with gratitude
my home, my heart,
lies beyond the shores of tropical Hawaii.
07-30-2009
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| God's gift | 1 | 10/06/2009 |
| Empty | 0 | 10/06/2009 |
| lola rayne | 1 | 07/30/2009 |
| my home | 2 | 07/30/2009 |
| beauty in the eye of the beholder | 2 | 07/29/2009 |
| love me | 1 | 08/16/2009 |
| my love for you | 1 | 07/29/2009 |
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