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City Scene
by sarah a playle
Sunday, January 14, 2007
Not rated by the Author.
This poems comes from me growing increasingly tired of living in the city. |
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City lights,
Painfully bright,
Buildings stretching skyward,
All around me.
Sirens crying down the street,
A homeless, broken down,
Crying silently in his cup.
Colorless sidewalks,
Cracked-
Dirty-
Spots of used gum.
Get me out of here,
Take me away,
I don't want to be part
Of this city scene
Anymore. |
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| Reviewed by Tinka Boukes |
1/15/2007 |
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Thanks for sharing!!
Love Tinka |
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| Reviewed by Felix Perry |
1/15/2007 |
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After being away to PEI farm country for four days and then returning to my city home this poem could have been written by me. Well done.
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| Reviewed by Paul Berube |
1/15/2007 |
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Sarah,
Your thoughts in this poem remind me of mine when I was younger. I now live in the burbs of a city and still dread the days that I have to go there for anything. It can be a rat-race. Nice write. |
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| Reviewed by Candy T |
1/14/2007 |
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Reminds me of Baker Street lyrics, in which Jerry Rapherty sang... this city desert makes you feel so cold... so many people but it's got no soul.
By dropping the last five lines, your piece will make a more powerful impact. Sometimes it's what you leave out. |
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