This is my first poem called “Home”


A house is made of walls and beams

but a home is made with love and dreams

what is life and its meaning?

why am I always dreaming?

In this home that I was shoved.

is this why I am loved?

this home is good,

this home is bad,

this is why i am glad.

One thought on “This is my first poem called “Home”

  1. I enjoyed reading your poem. It made me think of a house with happy people and people dreaming. I’m pretty sure you used imagery. 😉 😉

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