Descriptive Poem

Poem By RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Tar sucking in warm rays of the sun.
Ivy crawling and clinging closely to a wire fence.
Brick buildings standing, feet apart, looking over the streets.
Flowers shooting out their beautiful colors to passers-by.
As the wind blows their fragrance to noses all along the street,
it also throws the stagnant smell of filthy garbage at their feet.

Comments about Descriptive Poem

I agree with Pamela Sinicope: this poem has strong images, even familiar things are enhanced by the surrounding language - " tar sucking up sunlight" is really vivid. And it is a kind of hint of the city stench in the surprising last line. I sense a calm mastery of words and feelings: you observe, sort through the impressions and give us a larger picture of a city in summer than the brevity of the poem suggests. Summer is palpable by means of this poem.
its very nice, thanks for give up the details focused on poems continue with it.
A city landscape created by words of exquisite beauty. Everything- good and not so good -captured nicely. Thank you, RoseAnn.
Wow! The juxtaposition of fragrance, and stagnant smell was as jarring as it was unexpected.Well done.
I like this poem. It is artistic. Everything is alive and personified! The thought of tar sucking in warm rays of the sun is very cool...or the opposite if you're barefoot....This is such a great picture of a city. Well written. Tfs..

Rating Card

5,0 out of 5
5 total ratings

Other poems of SHAWIAK

Life's Black Curtains

Lost and alone, thoughts at a distance, heart heavy
with sorrow.

Touched deeply by your life, not wanting to let go,

Winter Cold

Spring is here, yet winter has not left us.
It's a time for blossoms to come forth - but they are freezing
from the cold.
Look out a window and see the bright sun shining everywhere,

Men! ! ! !

Men lament that they have no time to do things
needed being done.

Yet, they sit wasting time, watching T.V. for

A Blessing From God

Quietly whispering tunes in imagination,
letting them flow outward into snow-filled memories,
sliding across on a sled big enough to hold all six
of us sisters.


Leaves, branches, trees waving good-bye to me
and playing a beautiful symphony with the
gentle breeze.