Ode to City Nights (Horatian Ode Style)

Thought I’d try my hand at different poetic styles other than Shakespearean Sonnets

As the cool night’s breeze fills the air,
It gently pushes my black hair
Into my face and eyes
As I look in the sky.

I can hear the cars passing by
From my balcony three floors high.
This place is so lively;
The nights in the city.

Conversations late in the night.
Buildings stand at enormous heights.
I quietly observe
The art this city carves.

There’s always something going on
When there is absence of the sun.
I won’t get tired of this;
The late night city bliss.