A Poem by black.butterfly


Home is what drinks time
and eats life away into memory,
where you live and die, so sublime,
yet you never know this simple mystery.

Home is the real you;
it is where you laugh and cry,
it is your tears---like morning dew;
a nourishing reminder from the sky.

It is what keeps your heart warm;
it is love and love is kind.
Home is every shape and form

.of your tranquil state of mind

Home is where your heart is found

.and where you are safe and sound

© 2013 black.butterfly

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wow very nicely written, love the rhyme scheme

Posted 5 Years Ago

Very Nice! I agree with this poem! This was also well-written (great job)

Posted 5 Years Ago


5 Years Ago

Thank you.
Tracey C.

5 Years Ago

You are welcome =)
how epicly true haha. this is so relatable and very good indeed. very vivid work here. and i love that rhyming too, that really makes this poem good.
"Home is the real you;
it is where you laugh and cry,
it is your tears---like morning dew;
a nourishing reminder from the sky"
now i really liked that stanza!

Posted 5 Years Ago

I like how this piece comes together, Home but the ending blended right into my heart as to what Home is to me.
Nice work.

Posted 5 Years Ago

I can feel the warmth of this poem..
Well written!

Posted 5 Years Ago

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I am impressed. i have not read your work before but I will be reading more.

Posted 5 Years Ago

a wonderful heart warming write.

Posted 5 Years Ago

amazing if you ask me. i love how you put in on how everybody has their ups and downs in their own house by saying that is where you laugh and cry. truly amazing. thank you for posting it

Posted 5 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A beautiful poem. I agree with your thoughts. Home need to be the place you can relax and know peace. I like your description of home. Thank you for sharing the excellent poem.

Posted 5 Years Ago

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Added on January 4, 2013
Last Updated on January 4, 2013
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