Poetry, Day 7: Neighborhood, Ballad, Assonance
The streets are decorated there
In dirty paper hues.
The beauty seems to disappear
Beneath the litter strewn.
The whole town seems to wear a shroud
A deeper shade of grey.
The sun is masked behind the clouds
And rarely comes to play.
As people walk their faces bent
Against the bitter rain,
Those souls who leave wish to repent;
those who stay refuse to change.
Red bricked houses line the pavements
Like tightly packed sardines.
Inside, souls yearn for the day when
One can fulfill life’s dreams.
Beautiful and very visual. Thanks for sharing 🙂
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Thank you 🙂
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I love the sound and rhymes of this! It does give me the feeling of a dreary town.
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Thank you Annie! I’m glad I was able to portray the natural greyness of the place xx
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Your poetry is always right on!
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Thank you! That’s made my day 🙂 xx
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Love it!! You’re a great poet.
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Thank you Lucile! xx
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Well deserved! Xx
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This sounds dreary, and yet so beautifully described! I love the rhythm and the imagery in it!
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Thank you for your lovely comment and for taking the time to read 🙂 xx
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A thoughtful poem full of visual moments – I really enjoyed reading it
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Thank you! It is a fairly dreary town and I wanted to portray that… Thank you for stopping by!
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Nicely done. Good rhyming and very good iambics. I was wondering what you could possibly find to rhyme with “sardines”
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haha I know! I had to opt for the half rhyme of ‘dreams’ – quite an odd pairing really 😉 thank you for stopping by! xx
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