strange city

A strange city of love

Where both hearts love

But to see someone’s broken wall

Shows that they don’t belong at all

 

A strange city where perfect is ideal

Thoughts stuck with dreams in denial

Where everyone’s time is never the same

A minute late can make a man insane

 

A strange city where they get a dozen of roses

From another’s garden ‘cause theirs is a mess

Admire how they blossom at the very first

Tomorrow leaving dozen ones with such thirst

 

A city where people keep seeing,

Didn’t even bother focus on looking

Look at her sincerely in the eyes!

Stop sending him little white lies!

 

In this strange city, you’ll never find fearless

A woman’s silence drives a man to madness

All of their lips are stitched up to speak now

But have the guts to promise and have a vow

 

A strange city of love with no escape ends

There’s not a night that there are no sirens

It wasn’t the time to call it love as the golden key

As you sleep and wake, it’s just another strange city

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I did like this poem."
"A strange city of love with no escape ends
There’s not a night that there are no sirens
It wasn’t the time to call it love as the golden key
As you sleep and wake, it’s just another strange city"
I liked the complete poem and the above lines were very nice. Thank you my friend for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[HadesRising]

Nice piece, I liked this a lot. Well Done.

[M.E.Lyle]

I grew up in a city where things were nice, uncomplicated,safe. People were friendly and helpful.
Today that same city is a megalex, a haven of complexities, confusion, crowded, noisy, unfriendly, unsafe, and yes...strange indeed.
I long for days past, but,alas, they are gone and changed forever.
Your poem brings back memories of my younger days.
Thank you.

[lostnstars]

It's really odd when that happens especially when that city was your home and now it just feels unusual and strange. I'm really glad my writing brought your memories back :))

[Glen's not so clean sla..]

Great rhyme sequence, rhythm and flow. The world is indeed a changing place, and you captured it perfectly and beautifully in a unique way. Brill. Glen xx

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I enjoyed this write.....

The simplicity of your rhyme contrasts with the relevancy of your theme; that we are increasingly living in strange, emotionless cities, where people are gradually losing their humanity in a world of technology. The art of conversation, the sense of connectedness to our fellow people, is slowly disappearing. So your title is an aptly chosen one indeed.

Nicely written and expressed.