Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
lunartalesPoems
The glow of orange streetlights The neons, the stale greys, the ***** whites The many shades of skin I see Oh how I love the city A dreamer's den And sights to see The souvenir pens And skyscrapers so high you can't see the peak The mix of language The workers' plight The late night hours And the fear of heights All these one night stands All these broken hearts All these underground bands All the vandalised street art This concrete jungle This cement sea To where my heart belongs Despite the battles, we don't fight alone I love the city I love my home.
0
Feb 2, 2020
Feb 2, 2020 at 3:48 AM UTC
The City
The glow of orange streetlights The neons, the stale greys, the ***** whites The many shades of skin I see Oh how I love the city A dreamer's den And sights to see The souvenir pens And skyscrapers so high you can't see the peak The mix of language The workers' plight The late night hours And the fear of heights All these one night stands All these broken hearts All these underground bands All the vandalised street art This concrete jungle This cement sea To where my heart belongs Despite the battles, we don't fight alone I love the city I love my home.
#city#home#streets#citylife
lunartales
Written by
lunartales
22/F/on the moon
Feb 2, 2020
Feb 2, 2020 at 3:48 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem