In worn embrace, a haven waits,
My favorite chair, a silent mate.
Its frame, like arms, outstretched and true,
Welcomes me back, the day is through.
The fabric, soft, a well-known friend,
Holds whispers of stories without end.
Laughter and tears, it's seen them all,
A silent witness, standing tall.
With creaks and sighs, it understands,
The weight of worries, held in hands.
A sanctuary from life's harsh tide,
Where solace finds me, deep inside.
More than wood and cloth it seems,
A canvas spun of fleeting dreams.
My favorite chair, a constant guide,
A haven where my soul can hide.
About the Creator
Buzu
Verses sculpted from the heart, I'm a poet navigating emotions with ink-stained fingertips. Crafting tales that dance between reality and dreams, my words paint a symphony of feelings in the canvas of life. πβ¨ #PoetLife #Wordsmith
Comments (4)
A comfortable chair can make you balance well and feel comfortable at your office
Nicely crafted. The rhythm of this piece flows quite smoothly. I have a new chair and it is not very satisfying. Yours seems much better.
Lovely poetic words.
Fantastic poem!