THIS HOUSE
Standing along a Riverbank within years of trees,
This house so old has been for more than a century.
It has a story, secrets that remain inside its stone walls,
Built to withstand wars, survive the test of time.
Windows there are of many, windows that eyes have looked through,
Eyes that no longer see, lost in this house for eternity.
Some rooms can not speak fore if they could, horrible screams,
Those who have slept here never awaken from their peaceful dreams.
This house is not haunted as none of the dead have ever stayed,
It sits here quietly as all who have entered never go away.
Keith Garrett
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Thanks for reading.
This is amazing! Such a wonderful poem.
Thank you so much for reading
You’re very welcome! I had a great time reading it!
If you ever have any questions just ask.
On Fri, Jan 10, 2020 at 7:11 PM keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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I’ll definitely keep that in mind. Thanks!
My first poem was called my fight. about my children
On Fri, Jan 10, 2020 at 7:26 PM keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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Ah, I see. That’s very cool! A good topic for a first poem, I think.
It was a horrible fight
On Sat, Jan 11, 2020 at 9:53 PM keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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Oh, got it. Still a good topic for a poem, though. Writing can really help to get feelings out and process them.
Have a good night
On Sat, Jan 11, 2020 at 10:12 PM keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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Thanks, you too!