A Bohemian Night Life
Poem by Romeo Della Valle
Sitting quietly at a table in a corner bar
With his pride tarnished and a heart broken,
His mind seems to be gone away very far
But he is ready to release his words unspoken...
Covered by cigarette smokes in the air,
While a piano is being played in the background,
He lifts up his face full of tears...
Starting to write words without sounds...
He asks for a soft drink to the barmaid,
And concentrated writing a new poem
He realizes that for his wound, there's no band-aid
Since his life has taken a new form...
Suddenly, a flower girl stops by
Asking him to buy some flower
He felt like a bird that can no longer fly
One with broken wings and no power...
That bird was really me, indeed!
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You use very graphic words, love d imagery
Report ReplyI feel like I'm sitting next to in the smokey bar, I'm drinking some red wine tho.
Lol. Keep up the gr8 work :)
Lovely emotional expression, drawing me close to you, to stand by you.May the flower girl give some fragrance to patch up a little heart bun......... nice write up.
Report Replyvery beautifully described loved your style......flower girl keep writing always
Report ReplyDear poet, this only the second poem that I have read from you, and wow, loved it. I give this a 10. I will be reading more.
Report ReplyYou've painted such a credible scene here. I feel like I'm sitting close by soaking up the atmosphere. The juxtaposition of the broken wings and the flower symbolizing freedom are well placed. I hope you choose the flower.
Report ReplyIt's an artful talent to write like this. Telling the story but allowing the reader paint the picture! Bravo
Report Replythis is a realy good poem, i realy like it. :) oh and thankyou for your comment on my poem.
Report ReplyThis depicts a moment in your life were you reflect on what you see as a poet...its actually brillant...look forward to reading more of your poems
Report Replyvivid vivid... i can smell the smoke, hear the sound, feel the heart.... briliant you are in making us feeling every word ....
Report ReplyIt seems there is a great disappointment involved. One can feel the weeping. We must get up and start again-or life is meaningless. Overcome lonely times with all the things God will provide. Ask for the answers. It is another good poem with discriptive value. Go on with your gifts and try to keep the writing warm & peaceful - for now! Wonderful work.
Report ReplyMichele Kostelnik Parrillo
I feel the sadness of the poet as he picks up his pen, heartbroken, nothing to live for but the encompassing sorrow. Then I see the encouragement in the flower. Your heart will bloom again as seasons come and go. the encouragement of that simple beauty in the flower is compelling. This is what I am getting from this poem. Well written, Brava.
Report ReplyVery poignant. I can feel the sadness as the poet picks up his pen. I feel the flower girl and what I see is a beauty that I can have. The flower, hope for a new beginning. It will take awhile for this heartbreak to pass, but that flower at the end of the poem is encouraging, very nicely written and hopeful at the end. Brava.
Report Replysuperb imagery - great poetry - take care - SG
Report ReplyI like when the flower girl appears and your world became focused on something beautiful!
Report ReplyI like the imagery in this poem :) Keep writing!
Report ReplyBeautiful, if sad piece but gathered it was you long before I got the the kicker at the end. Hope your heart is healing....Peace and Regards.
Report ReplyCraig.
Sad but lovely poem...
Report ReplyDetails are very delicate...thank you
Very sad but sweet as feelings from the heart are penned in this poem. A 10!
Report ReplyI have enjoyed this poem, as others have said it is well crafted and the pain and irony is expressed with humour. Good work
Report ReplyHello Romeo, I love this poem very well crafted in a super efficient style, the atmosphrere is so just and seizable.....
Report ReplyJohn