The city skies were filled with stars,
all gone by the lights of our man made scars.
Each hanging precariously on stores and signs,
We never look back what we've left behind.
...
The man in the poem is a real guy I see talking to the skies everytime I come home from school. He will sit on a bench and mumble and smile to the sky above. This inspired me too write a short poem about this man.
The man he sits on the green public bench,
His eyes all wrinkled his shirt all drench.
...
Her eyes glittered as I kneeled down,
My hands in my pocket my hand on my crown,
And I asked her the 3 love cues,
She laugh and smiled and said I do.
...
Over the oceans my body lies,
Above the water as it touch the sky.
My soul is gone without her love.
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Living on the sunny island of Singapore, I am inspired to write on whatever that inspires me. From love to life, i love putting everything into lines of interesting poems or prose.)
City Stars And Scars
The city skies were filled with stars,
all gone by the lights of our man made scars.
Each hanging precariously on stores and signs,
We never look back what we've left behind.
Commercial gains we always seek.
To life we acknowledge just so meek.
' What are you saying we just lost cash?
Pull out the stocks, my money, my shares! '
Not even once do we really find.
What we've always left behind.
The cities sky is full of stars.
But the only thing left is just the scars.