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Buildings stand with order with lines
I still think these are designs
These stand so firm and so fine
A big 3D cube with a sign
Designed with care and that a fact
None back then we're so abstract
Built on steel with a massive frame
Filled concrete on a square so lame
Scraper heights and these lights alright
The walls are right and the floor so tight
Built so well and done so nice
Tidy up sights and clean I might
Erase that, take that off
Change that, break that off
I will keep this though
Lounge and a loft
Buildings stand with order with lines
I still think these are designs
These stand so firm and so fine
A big 3D cube with a sign
Designed with care and that a fact
None back then we're so abstract
Yeah, yeah
Let the process begin
Making checks to the end
Paper sketch with graphite
Make it a city sight
***** that down, tight that up
Drew this town, lights above
I on the plaque
And that a fact
Buildings stand with order with lines
I still think these are designs
These stand so firm and so fine
A big 3D cube with a sign
Designed with care and that a fact
None back then we're so abstract
Built on steel with a massive frame
Filled concrete on a square so lame
M e l l o Aug 15
she finally found the light,
after her darkest hours
antecedently it's
the tallest and the brightest
skyscrapers blazed those
cold weary nights
Poem of the day. Aug. 16
Carl D'Souza Jul 22
Should architecture
be stimulating
and pleasing
to the mind and heart?
Nigdaw Jul 9
From far away they come
hard men all,
mercenaries under a foreign sun

oblivious to its rays they
bare all, turning puce red
or peel, under hard hats,

cut down jeans, working boots,
tool belts, like desert rats
fighting for a new horizon

Scouse, Manc, Paddy
nicknamed and framed
by the mockery of their peers

shouting language across green lawns
not yet laid, that most definitely
won’t be heard in the select circles

that will inhabit these modern homes
castles one and all, individually the same
oh no, they won’t be welcome

lowering the neighbourhood tone,
four wheel drive and pick-up
replaced by Mercedes and BMW

Nature settles in again, to frame
like the scar around a wound
healed but never quite the same

So they move on, soldiers of fortune,
mercenaries under a foreign sun
building new structures to change our futures.
Scratch the itch from the poison of modernity
in the tapestry of culture as it contrasts and conflicts
in gentrified decay; where UV is cast into stone
as it crumbles to the sound of archaic rhythm.

Only some of the clock hands refuse to turn
to allow different splinters of time to converge.
as others idle by propelled by contemporary euphoria;
grinding on ages already passed.

Mechanisms of time fragment in the sound of simplicity,
relics are no longer held in memory
but carved in hieroglyphs,
worn into cobblestones of interchangeable streets
all leading to a history which repeats.
written after a mini adventure on the streets of a perplexingly quaint town.
KateKarl Jan 25
The contemporaries show the world at it’s best as a panoramic pane of glass,

     Clad in bloodless steel.

But it has never looked more a forbidden garden than between prison-bar windows,

     My view is the sweetest fruit.

And I wouldn’t take the modern architecture because what now looks like paradise,

     Is probably a parking lot.
For a creative writing assignment. Any and all criticism, constructive or cruel, is appreciated!
Tonight I was glad
to see the stars again
above the old bricks.
Walking in the countryside town of my youth, I felt the joy of being far from the city (Paris).
Matilda Oct 2018
The first time I left New York
The Architecture chased me....
Screamed in stone:
“Don’t go!”
You drew blanks as your ego shot
the shadows inside you still glowing
sniping through the rage hope left you with
it always asked for more than it could give.
Your lungs still choke on the blood from the last collision
but neither of us pulled the trigger
it happened of its own volition
now you're woven into starlight
written into the architecture
and I'm now left with the desire to tear this world into the ground.
**** yeah for angry poems!! Found this one half finished in my notepad! Enjoy :)
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