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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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The city yawns
The subway hums
The balcony cat stretches out in the first rays of sun
A day in the city has just begun
People walk and jog and run
Some are late some claim it’s fun
The tram rattles
The cars groan
The city is full
I stand alone
With all this noise
It’s easy to forget
To sit in silence
To ignore the regret
When they were here all that noise melted away
But now it’s just ano...
With streets lined with concrete roads and buildings reflecting the mayhem outside,
The city's days are growing longer by the day,
A growing and increasingly crowded metropolis,
This city's populace seems bewildered and disoriented.
Entirely devoid of meaning,
Without harmony or affection for one another,
And experiencing diminished happiness or contentment with their material possessions
Drivin...
In the heart of the concrete maze,
Where steel and glass reflect the haze,
Horns blare, voices weave and blend,
A tapestry of lives that never end.
Sidewalks bustling, a river of feet,
Street vendors calling, aromas sweet,
Neon lights flicker, in vibrant array,
The pulse of the city, night or day.
Beneath the skyscrapers, shadows play,
Cyclists darting, in their own ballet,
Cafés...
A well-deserved yawn
From a grid of soft lights
After a rosy sunrise shifts
Deep violets across navy skies
Into more nights
A city with strong lungs
Never sleeps on its notes
But carries a melodic rhythm
To never ponder its words
When painting its musical strokes
Filled halfway to the brim
A wonder full of perspective
What draws such life to a city
That rests in bustling peace
Or needs to be mor...
Simultaneous footsteps pulsed like a heartbeat
Isn’t that quite neat
The lights reflected off of building walls
Shadows of trench-coated figures stood tall
Windows of lives all in a row
Not one spirit was feeling low
People rushing home from work
Walking straight by a cat who lurks
Sirens and wails
Not one role fails
The city at night cannot be beat
Isn’t that quite neat...
His mirror buildings
Kiss her coral skies,
Carress the parting daylight
With screams of agony.
He reaches,
But she is already gone.
Cherry blossoms
Paint the echo
Of her skin;
A final gift
To ease the parting blow.
His many eyes fill
With tears of light
As iridescent sadness
Spreads throughout
The city
And into the suburbs.
For his love
Has left him forever.
Or at least until tomorrow....
Ten million people running round
All of them in their own mind
Some quite chatty, while some make not a sound
Days go by faster, you’ll find
People follow the crowd
And the crowd follows you
The racket can get quite loud
Oh, that’s quite true
But no matter where you are
Are there’s always something to do
If you’re running late, jump into that taxi car
Don’t mind the constant rush, too
Because t...
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...
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