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POEM STARTER
Write a descriptive poem about a strange city.
Consider using metaphors, similes, and other descriptive language to poetically describe a place.
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People are odd In many different ways we can be happy one day and depression the next we can be loving and angry the next but nothing is as strange as the world we live in trees lakes bears and birds these are the that make it beautiful but oh how we all have treat this world we burn and take down our trees and replace it with city’s and destroy the water that feeds this earth oh but most of all w...
Ae fond kiss, and then we sever;
Ae fareweel, and then forever!
Deep in heart-wrung tears I’ll pledge thee,
Warring sighs and groans I’ll wage thee.
Who shall say that Fortune grieves him,
While the star of hope she leaves him:
Me, nae cheerfu’ twinkle lights me;
Dark despair around benights me. ...
Work,
Eat,
Sleep,
repeat,
Repeat,
Retreat,
Take a seat
Follow the line,
It will not lead you a stray,
This is the path
You’ve been told,
don’t look away,
This is the way to a better life you see,
Commonly travelled,
long before you and me,
Not the one you want,
the one we tell you, you need,
Follow me,
we will show you where you are meant to be,
Work,
Eat,
Sleep,
Repeat,
Repeat...
Wind howling
Dead trees
And the cemetery
Where my best friend lies
Wind howling
It’s only noon
Broken clocks
Dead grass
Wind howling
Rotten fruit
On the ground
Next to the dead leaves
Wind howling
Rapid dogs
Attacking cats
And no one stops it
Wind howling
They run after me
With knifes and
Their pitchforks
Wind howling
Sends me sprinting
To the deputy office
To be betrayed
Wind howling
I...
Solace and solitude are found in the silence of streets,
Serviced yet worn paths scattered
Without symetry through sunless concrete canopies
People percariously perched upon park benches,
Papers in crumples prance when prodded and picked up by the wind,
Pigment pouring from the pores of fractured sidewalks
Time turns forwards towards travelers passing through
But slowing to a steady tick of sec...
In shadows cast by neon lights,
A city strange, both day and night.
Its streets, a maze of whispered tales,
Where dreams unravel, where hope pales.Towers rise like giants bold,
Their secrets hidden, never told.
Through alleyways, the echoes roam,
Of distant lands and hearts unknown.In cafes filled with murmured schemes,
The future flickers, a distant gleam.
Lost souls wander, seeking solace deep,
...
Sweet little autumn city
Sidewalk littered with leaves
I’ve never seen such marvelous things
I just might never leave
Sweet little autumn city
Churches and steeples and stores
I hear the bells a ringing
I think I’ll stay here some more
Sweet little autumn city
A place I might never have known
Down by the creek there are secrets
Far more than just rocks have been thrown
Sweet little autumn city
...
Lights in the windows
Always lights
Always strange blue birds in flight
Reflecting as they’re flying past
Century-old buildings built to last
Pinky and puffy powder clouds
Blue birds pass through, crying loud
People bustling down below
Watch the birds pass to and fro
Blue birds bathe in iridescence
Capturing the city’s essence
Look closely at one in a tree
It’s perched on all your memories
...
He arrived in the city on the 32nd of the month and the moment he stepped off the train the air began to tense up as though it knew that he was there.The sky swirled between a fierce navy blue and a wistful fleshy tone and the darkish clouds that floated amorously through it seemed to create their own little shapes.One was a unicorn,the other a racecar,one was a bloody piece of raw mutton.The sky ...
Sometimes I meet people.
Special people.
In a crowd,
They can blend in,
But when you really know them you see:
They’re different.
In a quick conversation,
You still might not notice.
But talk a little more,
And you’ll realize they aren’t like others.
They’re gifted with a special light.
Sometimes they radiate with it,
And you can’t help but see it.
Sometimes you catch a glimpse here and there.
Ei...
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