Rich, old men and
Their wives living
The final stage of life
Nothing to live for anymore.
Like English Royalty,
In their castle.
Not being able to let loose,
Drinking tea, talking
About current events.
The neighborhood desolate,
Aside from the men with
Bald or grey hair,
Their skin saggy,
Like bread dipped in milk.
The clinking of the walkers
Is the only sound, no bikes,
No children screaming,
Only the sound of death.
Near.
All the houses the same
Monotonous color.
A cream which portrays
Dullness and sorrow.
The youth gone,
Nothing else remains.
Only wrinkles, and no control
Over their bladder.
It is now filled with
Youth and happiness,
But I’m not there,
To claim my prize.
Good use of imagery, *ahem* although the class helped you on half of it *ahem*, still the ones you added where very good. I didnt quite understand the ending, did other kids move to the neighborhood?
ResponderEliminarnice poem, like the simile you used
ResponderEliminarbtw i didnt quite get the ending... did kids move into the neighborhood?
Buen trabajo Diego great use of similes and poetic devices but i dont really like the color :p
ResponderEliminarHmm I like you poem well written, and great imagery all though you need to work on the end, I am not sure what you are trying to depict at the end of your poem, you should try to be more explicit, but other then that its good!
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