differences
Waiting
I sit in silence,
Waiting for nothing,
Nobody,
Or anything.
I just listen,
Listening to quiet,
Listening to my own
Thoughts.
Nothing moves,
Apart from the waving of the
Leaves,
And the occasional
Bird taking flight.
I close my eyes,
And smell the smell of
Nature and her creatures,
Plants,
And the blissful
Nothingness.
Sometimes,
Being alone is as nice as
Being with other people.
I like it.
The Senses of the City
It's loud,
Rushing, shouting noises,
Cars blaring their horns,
People selling to each other
From across the street.
Fumes,
Smoke and smog
Clog my nose,
Making my eyes water.
Bright neon signs,
Lights that blind me,
I blink
In shock.
The city is loud and
Bright,
But I like it.
It's nice.
I can definitely relate to both these poems! That juxtaposition between nature and city life is pretty creative; would like to see more from you! Keep it up :)
I love this! <3