Ruin Pubs

The Retired Bloke

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 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
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Comments1

  • Tamara Beryl Latham - The Poet

    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!



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