Secret Rooms
In my room below the house
no visitors were allowed
no reason to let one in
no need to share...
not then.
When I'm there the clock is gone
I am the singer of my songs
my senses run on high
no-one to tell me lies
A place of magical settings
anything that I might need
nothing there will ever hurt me
I have the only key
Can you come in... maybe,
will you be good to me
my only thing to share
my place that isn't there
(3 votes)
Extraordinary. We all have
Extraordinary. We all have that room, Richard.
joe
Hi Joe...
yes I think we all have that place in our hearts...
thanks Joe... glad you liked it!
Richard
You are very good
Great write!
Mocit
Hi Mocit...
glad you liked this little write, I am new here so it may take me a while to
read your works, but I will.... thanks again...
Richard
This poem reminds me
THis poem reminds me of a Weezer Song, "In the Garage", same type of imagery. A safe sanctuary, your "fortress of solitude".
Weezer...
I have heard of the band, my youngest son is a fan and therefore I've heard them, and have a few of their songs
on my computer... will have to see if I can find the one you are referring to... I love music !!!!
Played the drums as a young man...
thanks for the great comment...
Richard
theres a magical quality to
theres a magical quality to ur poem
quiet warning but very gud
i loved it as i warn my bro to not enter my room but even though he enters it but noone can touch my room which exists i my mind n heart.
Its damn gud one.
Regards,
lavanya
wow!! this was amazing... a
wow!! this was amazing... a total fantasy world, true to every person in this world. i liked it very much.
Lost...
Richard,
Lost in thoughts
always I be
such lovely places
live grandma's house
when I see.
The aging trees
The shaggy garden
The dilapidated structure
Those torn curtains.
An empty house
filled
with irreplaceable
memories.
Respectfully,
Amartya
hi
Good One,,, Makes us wanna go to that place....
I hope all of us
find that place one day...