My favorite place

This poem is about what I love most. I hope you like it.

Oi! The librarian yells,

Hush! I fire. ‘Tis a library,

Hush, he does, but he urges me to go,

I have been here too long,

Writing poems of sorrow,

 

I can be at peace here,

A library I mean,

Staying cooped up for hours,

Silent, and unseen,

 

The excuse of a librarian,

Who always chases me away,

He says it’s time to close down,

And for him to go away,

 

I groan in frustration,

For the mess I have to clean,

Papers scattered everywhere,

Ink splattered beneath me,

 

I sigh in happiness,

The smell of books linger,

Finally I decide to exit,

Pointing the librarian a finger,

 

I go back home,

A little late than midnight,

My mother’s there, waiting,

Father’s ready to switch off the light,

 

I am finally on my bed,

Thinking about to-day,

Moping about the library,

Which won’t open the next day.

Author's Note

I would like no hate please. It would be awesome if you could send some constructive criticism.

Reviews

[Cerise]

Extremely well written and I for one can relate to it...I wish I could sit in a library and do nothing...Good job..keep it up...:)

[S_Writergirl]

Thank you :)

[Hyacinth]

HATE AHEAD.HATE AHEAD.

Just kidding, how do you hate a piece like this? It's amazing. Fantastic. Beautiful. I love how you can relate to it, good job. Pleae write some more!

[Hyacinth]

Also, if it's nit much trouble could you check out my work? I'd love your opinion.

[S_Writergirl]

Haha! Thank you so much for the kind words. Of course, I'll check your work out :)