There’s a constant rumble
To the pounding beat
Of the people’s hearts
As the rhythm of the street.
There's a constant rhythm
In the rolling of their feet.
There’s a constant thunder
To the dancing on the street.
There’s a roaring tide
In the people that I meet.
There’s a constant tremble
Of marching on the street.
There’s a blast of soul
Of the music on the street.
There’s a newborn rhythm
Of humanities' heat.
It’s the constant shouting,
And the constant heat,
It’s life’s own anthem
In the raging of the street.
There’s a constant rumble
Of people’s rolling feet.
There’s a constant thumping
Of the streets' heart beat.
There’s a new soul’s rhythm
Of the angles and the heat
Of the people and the buildings
Being the rhythm of the street.
It’s an ancient hold,
It’s a new world beat.
It’s the never-ending rhythm
Of the singing of the street.
I like this poem a lot. I love the flow of it and it describes a bustling city street so well. Good work.
This poem read like a song, it had that beat. Should be set to a melody. Good work.
Magnifique encore. I like your choice of images and words. They match to illustrate and reinforce what is happening and being said. The repetitive phrases (There is a contant____' reinforce this effect.) I like your way of saying things: life's own anthem, blast of soul, newborn rhythm, humanity's heart, and new world beat. Le poème est symphonique.
Such a beautiful poem Rebekah wonderful rhythm and rhyme to it kep writing them
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well rhyming poem on the City's activities.