Poetry

Hey readers 🙂

Some time ago we had to write a poem about a picture as homework. And it surprisingly turned out quite well. Ok it doesn’t rhyme and stuff but I rather like it. What do you think?

Lights

Once again tonight,
I’m standing between skyscrapers,
cold, dark shards of glass and concrete.
They stretch and try to reach the heavens.

Illuminated by big and small lights,
blurred colorful dots and lines
where lots and lots of people rush
trying to reach their destination, or is it destiny?

This place never sleeps.
They are blinded in their haste.
Not from the light surrounding
but from the grey they call life.

Stop, stop and take a breath.
Open your eyes and look,
look at what motley place you stand.
So bright and vivid it shines.

Oh, look at the sky.
Its earlier midnightblue is brightening.
And with the first sunrays the city lights fade
and the dark shards of glass crystallize.

— Kitsune

P.S.: I hope you liked it.
I’m gonna post some more of my poems in the future. Hope you don’t mind 😉

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Published by: Kitsune

I love art of any kind as long as it doesn't involve a long-winded explanation about what it should represent or not. Thus I love to draw. Be it pencil on paper, digital or on a canvas. Of course I'm nowhere near the level of some artists in the world but I like to think that I'm steadily improving. I like reading and drinking tea but also go out if I have the oppurtunity and the right company. I'm a night person which is also the reason why most of my posts are written and published around 11 p.m. to 3 a.m. in the night.

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