My Official Entry
I will give you some imagery with rhyming; how does that sound.
My Paradise
Let me take you away, to a far off place,
here you'll lay in the sand, the sun out of your face.
Feel the warm breeze as it blows through your hair,
hear it glide through the trees, this sweet smelling air.
There are palm trees about, two holding a hammock,
in which lie's a girl, a local, named Hannah.
Her skin so fine, her hair so soft,
you'll lie there together, in the hammock aloft.
There's a band playing music, a short ways away,
their song so pretty, so calming you'd say.
The weather is perfect, yet almost too hot,
go play in the water, you're the one she's sought.
A man's brought you drinks from a bar up the shore,
feel your spirit delight, this place you adore.
Here there's no buildings, no houses, no clutter,
just straw tents where you lay, sweet words she will utter.
Your mind is clear from all business and fear,
all you have to do is enjoy yourself here.
Wasn't that nice, it's my paradise,
go there whenever you'd like.
*******Now that's poetry. Judge me by this poem, I feel its one of my best.*******
EDIT: more specifics.
In this poem 101, which surely has won,
the one where you lay and bask in the sun.
Hanna the native is indeed European,
her parents moved to this Island that may be in the Caribbean.
They moved there from Sweden before she was born,
now all of the people see their child and adore.
Hanna the native speaks perfect English,
she was taught English rather than Swedish.
She is the dream, with tan skin, and blond hair,
a clone of Tiger Woods' wife, waiting for you there.
I will give you some imagery with rhyming; how does that sound.
My Paradise
Let me take you away, to a far off place,
here you'll lay in the sand, the sun out of your face.
Feel the warm breeze as it blows through your hair,
hear it glide through the trees, this sweet smelling air.
There are palm trees about, two holding a hammock,
in which lie's a girl, a local, named Hannah.
Her skin so fine, her hair so soft,
you'll lie there together, in the hammock aloft.
There's a band playing music, a short ways away,
their song so pretty, so calming you'd say.
The weather is perfect, yet almost too hot,
go play in the water, you're the one she's sought.
A man's brought you drinks from a bar up the shore,
feel your spirit delight, this place you adore.
Here there's no buildings, no houses, no clutter,
just straw tents where you lay, sweet words she will utter.
Your mind is clear from all business and fear,
all you have to do is enjoy yourself here.
Wasn't that nice, it's my paradise,
go there whenever you'd like.
*******Now that's poetry. Judge me by this poem, I feel its one of my best.*******
EDIT: more specifics.
In this poem 101, which surely has won,
the one where you lay and bask in the sun.
Hanna the native is indeed European,
her parents moved to this Island that may be in the Caribbean.
They moved there from Sweden before she was born,
now all of the people see their child and adore.
Hanna the native speaks perfect English,
she was taught English rather than Swedish.
She is the dream, with tan skin, and blond hair,
a clone of Tiger Woods' wife, waiting for you there.