Listen to poem:
Metropolis Iii of Iii
Run in time to the rhythm
and rage of the metronome grace.
Masses match, I see her fall in time.
Framed in thoughts of rain.
Down she tumbles down
her face frozen in the hall,
I see it all As the shadows wash in.
I feel my fury bury deep
In a nation of dreams broken
In a sea of stone towers.
Fueled by Mechanical Beasts.
Gilded in ancient chrome.
I wage my inner souls gold and rage
to heavens realm to ask why.
I shake the foundations of an artificial iron hell
And cry why, I see this clear
As the world blurs
Ask the lighting rods to heaven race.
My gaze scans across
This sacred power I bleed I quietly plead with
theses monstrosities
I reach and dream as something turns in this city heart
Souls oiled black mechanical parts
Cold is this artificial light
A thorn pricking my tender optics
Burn with faded images of her
I stand and see these monoliths
looming in deep shadowed gloom
I feel the cold of the obelisk
I feel the
thump
and hmmm
Of
This
METROPOLIS!
END
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
