I live in luxury
Not a world of accouterments
Houses like museums, diamonds telling of promises
Tesla’s driving me home
A simple luxury, swaddling me
Comforting me, reminding me
That I’m always home no matter
Where I wander on this sphere, humanities home
It’s the cream that spins when added to my coffee
Stacks of books with words that enrich, invite
A hide away to feed the desire to
Stringing words together
Blankets that envelop me, all that I am
And hope to be
My love, that loves me at my worst
Because he knows me at my best
He is the finest luxury
I invite the days
I invite the luxuries
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Author:
Katie B. (
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- Category: Reflection
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Well written, Katie. Your poem explores the concept of luxury, suggesting that true luxury transcends material possessions and lies in the emotional and spiritual experiences that bring comfort and joy.
Yes! Thank you so much for reading my work and your fine review.
You're very welcome
A poem of recognition of value and worth a poetic expression of gratitude for those things that give you comfort. Nicely written
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