Writing Prompt
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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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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,
...
humid. headphones. advertisements. beep. click. construction. flashing lights. church bell. birds chirping. trash. concrete. evenly spaced lonely trees. people talking. eggs sizzling. glass window. smoke. rattling. people going through trash. trash. trees trapped between fences. fences. red signs. yellow signs. hard. squeaky. rocks. houses. water dumping. grass. power plant. pink. gas station. pin...
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...
in this city
vines crawl up the walls
hugging to the old stone bricks
like sloths to a tree that climb up large
marble pillars of what once used to be great
they remain standing in what once used to be the
biggest city mankind has ever created with stairs that
lead you down down down where no one’s gone in a while
you open the door and there’s dust on the floor and cobwebs on
the walls where dr...
Busy
Small
and Tall
Green
Grey
and White
With no one in sight
except
For poems
Written
Published
and Sought
Except for mine
for a thought
All alone
with only a few
Who no one looked for
Searched
or Bought
Cream
White
and Ink
All formed
in a link
So pretty
without any pink
All in a row
the pages
Wrapped with a bow
so neatly
With only one blow
all the pages go
Forever gone
lost
an...
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