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Descriptive Poem

Rating: 5.0

Tar sucking in warm rays of the sun.
Ivy crawling and clinging closely to a wire fence.
Brick buildings standing, feet apart, looking over the streets.
Flowers shooting out their beautiful colors to passers-by.
As the wind blows their fragrance to noses all along the street,
it also throws the stagnant smell of filthy garbage at their feet.

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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dr Tapan Kumar Pradhan 17 August 2013

Dear poet, I invite you to read my poem Wind in the Afternoon, which is also a descriptive poem, like yours. I love such descriptive, as they lack unnecessary emotions - they show us things as they are, don't they? ? I love your poem. Short and sweet.

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Ansar Aziz 10 December 2013

This is very beatiful poem

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Edward Kofi Louis 23 May 2015

Nice piece of work with the muse of nature. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Heather Wilkins 15 November 2014

a good descriptive poem about life and the smells of life

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Diane Hine 02 October 2014

A striking comparison - very effective.

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Daniel Brick 07 May 2020

I agree with Pamela Sinicope: this poem has strong images, even familiar things are enhanced by the surrounding language - " tar sucking up sunlight" is really vivid. And it is a kind of hint of the city stench in the surprising last line. I sense a calm mastery of words and feelings: you observe, sort through the impressions and give us a larger picture of a city in summer than the brevity of the poem suggests. Summer is palpable by means of this poem.

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Julius Mlawa 26 August 2018

its very nice, thanks for give up the details focused on poems continue with it.

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Rajnish Manga 08 May 2017

A city landscape created by words of exquisite beauty. Everything- good and not so good -captured nicely. Thank you, RoseAnn.

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Cd Sinex 26 January 2016

Wow! The juxtaposition of fragrance, and stagnant smell was as jarring as it was unexpected.Well done.

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Pamela Sinicrope 27 October 2015

I like this poem. It is artistic. Everything is alive and personified! The thought of tar sucking in warm rays of the sun is very cool...or the opposite if you're barefoot....This is such a great picture of a city. Well written. Tfs..

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