Matthew Anish Poet Concrete

Streetlights

Streetlights in the night air
Streetlights light up the city 
Underneath them youth yearn 
Teenage boys and girls embrace 
An old man passes by 
    Alone he heads for his abode
    Where he can sleep
Autos rush by 
their "whoosh" resounds in the urban evening 
    Gazing from my window I see lights 
all around the city 
   Streetlights - they guide you home 
   Your home in the asphalt homeland

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Robert Pettit February 26, 2014 at 10:39 PM There are plenty of streetlights in an urban setting. You have described them well here.

Karen Ruff January 12, 2014 at 9:46 PM nice imagery. I wonder why you call it concrete? Were you thinking of the asphalt?

Andrea Dietrich January 5, 2014 at 7:14 PM very nice, matt. I am wondering. Does concrete poem mean it should look like a street light? I just saw someone's poem categorized as concrete and they had it in the shape of a tree.

Poet Destroyer A January 4, 2014 at 7:20 PM You made the asphalt sound like home... Enjoyed the gazing stars... Matt, your poetry is the best... LINDA

Cherl Dunn January 4, 2014 at 6:49 PM Yes i love my deities of the olden times Romantic at heart yes also, thank you for your comment, and the above write is very moderen but i also enjoy this style of work, it had an element of reality to it that is quite relivant for the rough streets of today and our future youth whom learn how to survie way to earily. cheri

Ilene Bauer January 2, 2014 at 5:47 PM nice poem! i can totally relate...