Home to me is not a piece of land or even a house,
Home is full of peace,love,happiness without any doubts,
Where family and friends can gather for good times,
When everyone is cozy and can unwind,
Home is where u can be yourself and no one judges,
Where you can say and do what you want no one holds any grudges,
Where your kids can play,and parents pray,
Where every single morning is a beautiful day,
Home is where you find your peace of mind,
Where you dont have to worry or keep track of time,
Just living your best life day and night,
Where you can always see the light,
Never let your spirit drift and go off to be alone,
Now this in jesus name is what i call Home,
About the Creator
Mitchell
i work alot got a family of 5 jus scrape by but we do good on here to write poems i write them alot anyway so maybe this way other ppl can read them too
Smart phones, Humans and Aliens.
WARNING. I will be tapping into one of your favorite creative tensions: The absurdity of humans worshipping their glowing rectangles as if they were tiny oracles. There’s something deliciously poetic about that contradiction, and it lends itself beautifully to an instructive proviso.
By Novel Allen6 days ago in Poets
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