Streets

from gardens of hopes to the streets of emptiness...I search for the flower that is lost in the jaundiced street-lights...

From the swishing leaves, flapping wings,

 

I tendered my dreams

 

Slowly like a gardener

 

 

 

Yet I hate though I won’t give in

 

 

 

A true grudging gardener

 

With no real flower to bloom

 

 

 

Flowers keep me awake, no real ones,

 

Those in dreams of mine…

 

 

 

I flatten my reality, I flatter my dreams

 

Yet I hate though I won’t give in

 

 

 

They say I take shelter in the rainy days

 

Home underneath where I’ll be sweet and save

 

But Dreams haunt me

 

I run a run so vague

 

I run a run so vain

 

 

 

I stay out, see jaundice lights in streets,

 

They remind me of my dreams

 

Yet they leave me grudging

 

 

 

Grudging in vain,

 

Though I hate, I won’t give in...

Reviews

[nishantshah2381]

beauty

[Coyote Poetry]

A very strong poem. Took me to the street and brought me into the story in the poem.
"I stay out, see jaundice lights in streets, "
Than you for a excellent poem.
Coyote

[T.W. Early]

Another inspired, beautiful poem.

[Ripple of Aqua]

I found this powerful and sweet. The descriptions give a deserted land soiled by power, and then there stands you proud and tall ready to bring back life.