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POEM STARTER
Write a descriptive poem which portrays a busy city.
You could use metaphors, imagery, and appeal to the senses, to really capture the feel of a city.
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Sunny days, gloomy afternoons, lively nights & hollow moods.
A crowded city, & little smiles.
A busy street & lit up tiles.
Busy ears & wide playlists.
Leaves a busy city & distant relationships.
In the city that never sleeps, we walk around all day long daydreaming.
Of a different time, a different life, keeps the bad habits creeping.
We’re all so close, yet actually so far.
Packed on top...
The smiles.
That’s the first thing you notice when you land,
The lack of hollow eyes,
That’s when you know it’s different.
A tapestry of green and red rooftops,
Acacia trees stand tall, their shadows long,
Market stalls bloom with vibrant hues,
Motorbikes weave through the labyrinthine streets,
The scent of coffee, rich and deep,
A testament to Rwanda’s allure,
Modernity and Tradition interlace,...
Sun rises life awakening.
Morning to afternoon,
Energetic without stopping;
Everyone is on their way,
Every direction is full of vitality.
The breath of nature,
The atmosphere of the city,
Perfectly assimilates together.
Busy workings,
Positive attitudes,
Repeat the routines,
Without thinking about too much.
Information,
Comprehension,
Implantation,
Practice makes perfect.
Day to night,
Forget abo...
We’re born in pain, yet all we crave is the most ephemeral of all things, ( Happiness)
Isn’t it inhumane of us, how we’re born in pain, our mothers go through pain to succeed us, yet we try to dodge the slightest of pain that crosses our path as humans. Without considering the amount of pain we inflated on our mothers during birth.
We speak negatively of pain, yet in pain we were established....
The stench of rotting street food wafted through the polluted air,and bird faeces splattered on the floor,surrounding each bench.Pigeons scavenged for dusty leftovers obliviously dropped on the filthy ground,by families enjoying their lunch after a stressful morning teetering around the bustling streets of the city.
Screeching voices blared from the disorderly,and grating announcements came from ...
In the heart of the urban sprawl, where dreams collide,
Lies a city alive, with a rhythm untied.
Skyscrapers reach for the heavens above,
As streets pulse below with relentless love.
The city breathes with a symphony of sound,
Car horns blare, feet pound the ground.
Neon lights dance in a kaleidoscope of hue,
Reflecting off windows, casting shadows askew.
In alleyways narrow, secrets whisper and...
In the heart of concrete canyons tall,
Where neon lights dance, and sirens call,
A symphony of chaos, a bustling throng,
A city alive, where dreams belong.
The streets are veins, pulsing with life,
A mosaic of cultures, a tapestry rife,
With scents of spices and sizzling street food,
Underneath a sky, both bright and subdued.
Horns honk in rhythm, a cacophony sweet,
As footsteps patter on paveme...
A smooth day
Headphone on and music with my favorite playlist
Im just cruising down the sidewalk with my head in the clouds
I see bus stops and see a homeless man asking for a dollar or a bite to eat
I gibe my five away leaving with a smile
I keep my head and up and feel small next to the concrete that is the skyscrapers
See the busy corporate man in a suit and tie with the woman in heels
I wonder...
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