My Secret Place

5 Comments

Tags:
  • Philosophy
    • Robin
    • Even if you are on the right track, you’ll get run over if you just sit there.

    My Secret Place
    There’s a place I call my own
    Where I can think and be alone
    Sometimes its night sometimes its day
    In this place I can hide away

    My voice there can not be heard
    All my thoughts are not in word
    With my eyes closed I can see
    That within myself I can be free

    Inside this place the pain is gone
    Any fear will not last long
    A place where none can enter in
    A place where all my thoughts begin

    I cleanse my mind and my soul
    It is here I am made whole
    Cleanse my lips my thoughts my heart
    It’s not my end but it’s my start

    I cherish all my free time there
    More than I do anywhere
    Your secret place, you’ll never fear it
    Its within your heart and spirit

    Poem Comments

    (5)

    Please login or register

    You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
    leave comments/feedback and rate this poem.

    Login or Register

    Rocetman commented on My Secret Place

    07-21-2009

    I'm glad I got to check out you works. I like these and will get back to more of your poetry. thanks for sharing your talent!
    Reply to Comment

    kdarcy commented on My Secret Place

    06-15-2009

    A very nice piece, thought the end closed a little rough though. For where else do we meet ourselves without the hinderence of others? Loved the words on a topic many should heed. thanks
    Reply to Comment

    organicchick commented on My Secret Place

    06-09-2009

    I really like this.......So true!!! I know exactly what you mean. Nice flow and great content. Really good write!
    Reply to Comment

    maryann72961 commented on My Secret Place

    03-25-2009

    I understand this secret place, I to have my own. well written and described.
    Reply to Comment

    Lois commented on My Secret Place

    11-12-2008

    A very unique poem, enoyed it very much.Many blessings.
    Reply to Comment

    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

    Unknown Source

    Robin’s Poems (29)

    Title Comments Submitted
    Title Comments Submitted
    I left the world Today 2 05/16/2011
    The Heart of a Woman 2 08/16/2010
    Until Its Too Late 17 03/04/2009
    Better the World Today 5 03/04/2009
    The Doughnut 13 03/04/2009
    Will You Marry Me 7 03/04/2009
    I saw it in her Eyes 7 03/04/2009
    Waiting by the Phone 0 03/04/2009
    The Key to my Heart 1 03/04/2009
    Two Hearts Beat as One 2 03/04/2009
    Monsters are Real 6 03/04/2009
    Remember when I am Dead 1 03/04/2009
    Counting Sheep 3 03/04/2009
    Angel Food Cake 4 03/04/2009
    I will always Love You 1 03/04/2009
    Don't go in the Cellar 1 03/04/2009
    Hush My Little One 0 03/03/2009
    Red Mans Heart Bleeds Red 1 03/03/2009
    You are my Angel 0 03/03/2009
    Angel's Eye's 0 03/03/2009
    Wings of Love 0 03/03/2009
    Red Man “A Dying Breed” 4 03/03/2009
    Listen To My Heart 1 03/03/2009
    Your Picture 1 03/03/2009
    I'm Just Love Sick 2 11/08/2008
    "You Are" 3 11/08/2008
    My Secret Place 5 11/08/2008
    The Little Arguments 0 11/08/2008
    Who taught me? 3 11/07/2008
    Top of Page