Tepid,
neutral grey
and awash in
September tears.
Buildings stained
with the filth
of the last one
hundred years.
The heart of the city
is stainless steel
and does not
love the broken
or the weak
hearted.
SMG
crows for a girl named hope
3 days ago
11 comments:
Gorgeous.
the heart of the city is stainless steel - great line. This poem made me feel like I got a glimpse into your day. Nice.
I'm gonna go with the first two words that came to mind after reading this:
Fucking awesome!
Man, you did this poem justice. In a few short words you nailed it. Excellent! The touch and stroke of a true poet. You continue to speak to me poetically. Bravo!
love the perspective,
masterfully written!
Few short words- One Blatant truth declared- very well done.. :D
The image was equally complementing..
Happy Rally
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Brilliant. You sure do know the city.
wonderful
The picture and poem goes hand in hand! Brilliant!
Great poem, Steven.
beautiful one.
Thanks for sharing.
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