Gloomy Autumn Poem by Singleton M. Tate
Gloomy Autumn
Amber colors... leaves portray
People converge on the park each day
Running, walking, laughing, talking
Playing children... mad dogs barking
Barren trees... sigh and wail
Crack vials... used condom tales
Bullets, knives, shovels and bricks
Unearth death's anger... mystery's tricks
Gloom... fumes its gushing peak
Thoughts of the evil ones speak
Plots that thicken... desires of greed
These benches... will keep all up to speed
What if every inanimate object had a voice?
What would they say? T.G.
whoa...great rhyme and meter... high on context content and poetic merit i loved the way you said it....superb i guess we have a kinda common style, that's why it touched a cord cheers :)
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4/19/2024 5:29:27 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Beautifully rhymed. Loved the job.