Neon Berlin
The concrete walls are painted bright,A vivid splash against the night.The techno beats begin to pound,A heavy, rhythmic, shaking sound....
Read PoemThe Painted Fan
The silk is painted soft and thin,Where all the summer winds begin.A garden scene of pink and gold,A delicate story...
Read PoemThe Server Room
The blinking lights of red and green,The heartbeat of the vast machine.The cooling fans begin to hum,To logic, all our...
Read PoemRising Voices
We stand together in the square,With hope hanging in the air.A single voice begins to sing,A loud and clear and...
Read PoemIron and Steam
The engine breathes a cloud of white,Into the cold and early light.The heavy wheels begin to turn,While coal and fire...
Read PoemSavannah Sun
The golden grass begins to sway,At the absolute end of day.The horizon burns a fiery red,Before the world is put...
Read PoemWinter Bamboo
The snow is heavy on the green,The quietest and sharpest scene.The stalks will bend but never break,Beside the frozen, sleeping...
Read PoemThe Weaver’s Song
The loom clicks on a steady beat,Away from all the city heat.The colored threads begin to twine,In every intricate design....
Read PoemTemple Bell
The bronze bell rings across the hill,The cherry blossoms standing still.A sound that settles in the chest,To put the worried...
Read PoemThe Old Guitar
The strings are worn, the wood is scratched,With memories deeply attached.It played the songs of love and pain,In summer sun...
Read PoemCity Echoes
The footsteps fade into the night,Beneath the flickering street light.An echo bounces off the wall,Before the heavy shadows fall. The...
Read PoemPlaza Lights
The square is alive with golden light,To push away the falling night.The music echoes off the stone,Where no one ever...
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