"Back to My Hometown"

"Back to My Hometown"

A Poem by word-logue

"At last I'm back to where I began."


Forest speaks a language of choice;

While the river sings all along

With the birds as second voice;


Nature orchestra with the entrance song

Brings trees to dance;

And the cold wind breathes so long;


Luminous sun’s crown radiates trance;

Of a wonderland and paradise

Diverges from city lights at a glance;


Everything is alive to rise;

So natural and real

Whereas urban is dead and in disguise


Driving miles from that edifice;

To the home, buried down in years

In my mind, blinded from the beauty with lies;


Weary heart, under reality’s pressures and fears;

After a sense of loss of inception,

Place abandoned, unexpectedly, banishes the tears;


At last, here I am to place of my conception;

My hometown -- My derivation.

© 2014 word-logue

Author's Note

Let's go back to our hometown... :-)
I'm just feeling kind of nostalgic right now...
Please check this out... and leave a comment..
Thank you..<3

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Added on November 9, 2014
Last Updated on November 9, 2014
Tags: home, hometown, river, sun, city, edifice, urban, trees, birds, song



NCR, Philippines

I'm a psychology graduate. I'm 20 years old. I love reading English novels and love to listen to classical musics. I love exploring things. Because I believe there's something more astounding and eth.. more..

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