Post by angel on Apr 12, 2004 17:32:41 GMT -5
My house,
Not just an ordinary house,
It is a special house.
Some people just walk by it,
Some people stop and look,
At the creative details,
Or the original paint.
Some people actually ring the doorbell.
When the door opens,
Some people just stand there,
But some actually walk in.
When they walk in,
They either stop,
And look from where they are,
Or some take the time to wander around,
And open some doors.
Some people don’t even know,
That there is a second floor.
And some people who know of the second floor,
Don’t know that the third floor exists.
There is a very rare amount,
Who travel the second floor,
Let alone the third.
Some people walk in,
And go straight down to the basement.
But that is all they see.
They don’t see the rest of this beautiful house.
I myself have opened many doors from time to time.
Some doors were later found that I thought never existed.
I have gone to the first, second, and third floors,
Along with the basement.
Many doors have yet to be found,
Courage is needed for the ones afraid of opening.
Some day I will be ready to explore the attic,
If there is one.
Not just an ordinary house,
It is a special house.
Some people just walk by it,
Some people stop and look,
At the creative details,
Or the original paint.
Some people actually ring the doorbell.
When the door opens,
Some people just stand there,
But some actually walk in.
When they walk in,
They either stop,
And look from where they are,
Or some take the time to wander around,
And open some doors.
Some people don’t even know,
That there is a second floor.
And some people who know of the second floor,
Don’t know that the third floor exists.
There is a very rare amount,
Who travel the second floor,
Let alone the third.
Some people walk in,
And go straight down to the basement.
But that is all they see.
They don’t see the rest of this beautiful house.
I myself have opened many doors from time to time.
Some doors were later found that I thought never existed.
I have gone to the first, second, and third floors,
Along with the basement.
Many doors have yet to be found,
Courage is needed for the ones afraid of opening.
Some day I will be ready to explore the attic,
If there is one.
Feb. 12, 2004
This is one of my favorite poems...mostly because it is very deep, but it sounds so simple at the first look. It also confuses people, and I like confusing people. So kudos for you if you know what I am talking about in this poem. ~angel
well welcome back and i'm sure i'll see you around...keep writing, enjoyed this one here!