Paradise

The sky is blue

mixed with wine

berry's grow

warped in twine

The city is small

it sleeps all day

but when the clouds clear

the sun gives way

to shine on beaches

covered in sand

the people thrive

on the claw of demand

They call it paradise

because its clear

paradise

its in my ear

paradise

no one ever leaves here.

Reviews

[seal]

I reeeeaaaalllllyyyyyy like this poem a lot! It's very hauntingly beautiful and at the end, I almost get a feeling of..... creepiness? It's almost as if you're describing a place that's too perfect it scary and your last line "No on ever leaves here" just emphasizes that. I really enjoyed it! great work!!! :D