Emile Pinet Poet Quatrain

Dangled Dreams

Neon lights lure souls streaming by,
giving steel and brick a fresh face.
And only the young can supply
the mortar that holds dreams in place.

Leafy trees line a maze of streets,
yet beggars claim the parks as theirs.
And sleeping there when day retreats,
they just ignore the angry stares.

Big-City stench pollutes the air,
trapped, under a smog's eerie glow
And we breathe odors all must bear,
as a surreal sun sets low.

Prostitutes hustle day and night,
selling pleasures of every type.
And meant to whet your appetite,
neon accentuates the hype.

Feeling the desire to achieve,
innocence gets tangled in sin.
And dangled dreams draw the naïve,
gambling that it's their turn to win.

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Line Gauthier March 16, 2018 at 4:37 PM Love these lines "dying dreams draw the naïve eager for their chance to begin." Emile Pinet March 17, 2018 at 9:27 AM Thanks so much Line, I truly appreciate your comments and support my friend, Emile.

Stuart Rose December 25, 2015 at 7:41 PM Love it, great write Emile Pinet December 26, 2015 at 5:53 PM Thank you Stuart, your support is welcome. Emile.

Mark Woods December 25, 2015 at 2:28 PM Wow, an engaging write that poses numerous questions. I can visualise the imagery as well. Fantastic write. Emile Pinet December 26, 2015 at 5:54 PM Thanks so much Mark, your comments are welcome. Emile.

Arthur Vaso December 25, 2015 at 12:28 AM Loved this poem Emile, very deep and thought provoking! Emile Pinet December 25, 2015 at 11:33 AM Thanks Arthur, I appreciate your comments. Emile.