I see the source beyond the light, the shadows cast upon the night. Unremarkable aspects of the world, before my eyes they are unfurled.
Through blinding white and burning gold, a simple streetlight - naught to behold. A black shape falls upon the wall, it's true small form appears so tall.
A quiet hum, the footsteps sound - the rush of tyres upon the ground. A smell of rain within the air, on an autumn night both soft and fair.
I lay here now upon my bed, a single pillow supports my head, piano music fills the room - a previously undiscovered tune.
Dissected here, this average night - though sleep should come, my thoughts take flight. A gentle moon with subtle might, on all this - shines a glowing white.
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Author:
J.G (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This was a quick one, please forgive any mistakes and offer criticism below! :) I was just laying here unable to sleep and decided to make a poem about the room tonight. Quite a simple structure but I think it covers how it feels right here in this dark room. Thank you for reading!
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Nice work...You captured a lot for just laying there in a dark room...so, if you can do that in a dark room, I can imagine a very vivid imagery in your future work...don't stop writing....no matter what criticism you may get, you have it in you to be an awesome poet...this site is perfect for you to get your feet wet if that is, indeed, what you are doing....best wishes
Quite an inspirational comment, thank you! I'll definitely keep trying whenever something comes to my head, I appreciate your words very much.
I have no negatives, just positives. Very good!
I'm very glad, thank you kindly!
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