Booze, beer and broken houses
An atmosphere altogether unique
Attracts night owls to their inner halls
Eccentric decor adorns the walls
Graffiti, uniquely, not out of place
In other lands, seen as a disgrace
Here the atmosphere is electric
Senses stimulated , quite eclectic
Music, magic, mayhem and madness
Pulsating beats with a little brashness
Art, entertainment fully expressed
Down in the ruin pubs of Budapest
-
Author:
The Retired Bloke (
Offline) - Published: September 27th, 2018 03:02
- Comment from author about the poem: A short poem about the unique pubs in Budapest that are situated in almost derelict buildings.
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 19
Offline)
Comments1
What an impressive read!
Loved the subject of the poem, but you may want to add a "T" to the last word. 🙂
Keep up with your writing!
Thank you. Good spot.
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.