Standing in the subway crowd
Feeling alone
The Winter blues
A touch of gray
Frozen to the bone.
‘
Something is here
I Can’t believe
I haven’t seen before
Although I’ve come
In stood in this place
A thousand times or more
`
The crowd sways
like fields of whey
pushed by crosswind might
Faces gently leaning
toward the doors
likes stalks lean
towards sunlight
‘
Ive come here as
An Army at War
I’ll leave a man of Peace
The lion poses
most majestic
when in a hill crest sleep
‘
The World that seemed
Like a grand place
grows smaller everyday
I stand lion hearted
my face leaning to the sun
above the crowded subway.
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i enjoy this underground feeling, i mean, i hate it, the underground, the people, the air, verything, but there is something so intersting about it.
Oh how interesting things can be when we stand back and take a breather. Nice poem! It is unique.
Thank you both.
I prefer to write poetry about irrational observation and feeling instead of writing poems about truth or beliefs.
This poem was fun to write.