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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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A bustling city, never at rest
Midnight came and went
The city next to the train tracks
The day cycles again
One apartment on the edge
Sirens sounded out
The room with the window
Kids, carefree, would shout
The window overlooked the fence
I ask of you to follow
The fence containing the Dark Side
No one would dare enter
The Dark Side was a mystery
Oh won’t you come with?
Mysteries are there to disc...
Lights flicker with the coming of the eve
The sunlight refracts against steep glass
The sky darkens with foreboding for the night
None notice how the days pass.
Lights blink in the feast of color
Silhouettes rush past shooting stars
Dusk’s gloom falls on the shoulders of the young
Oblivious, they carry the sky.
Lights sparkle radiantly in Nyx’s starry eyes
The moon bewitches those below
Burdens ...
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...
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