PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I bask in my room as the red sets down on me.

This wooden desk becomes my shade

And I lay on a bed of roses (some carnations)

Where I rest my head and dream away.



The atmosphere in here is of an intellectual vibe.

I breathe in the air of books.

My alarm plays all kinds of sounds and music

From chirping birds to watery brooks.



And these posters have become clouds in the sky

(My hanging pictures too!)

My mirror, the pond, reflects an image-

An image extremely blue.



A cave in my room resides in the corner

I consider that my hideaway

Where all colors combine together

And also is my threshold.