Descriptive Poem Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Descriptive Poem
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.
Nice piece of work with the muse of nature. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
a good descriptive poem about life and the smells of life
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.
its very nice, thanks for give up the details focused on poems continue with it.
A city landscape created by words of exquisite beauty. Everything- good and not so good -captured nicely. Thank you, RoseAnn.
Wow! The juxtaposition of fragrance, and stagnant smell was as jarring as it was unexpected.Well done.
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..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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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.