Home
Young Writers Project
  • READ
    • Recent Posts
    • Daily Read
    • Recent Visual Art
  • YWP COMMUNITY
    • Tiny Writes
    • Book Club
    • YWP Podcast
    • Community Leaders
      • Community Leaders' Newsletter
    • Oh Snap! Online Open Mic
  • CHALLENGES
    • Weekly Challenges 2020-21
    • Community Journalism
      • Community Journalism Project
    • Challenges Bank
    • The Great Poets Challenge
  • EVENTS
    • ALL YWP EVENTS
    • April 24: Online Open Mic
    • April 28: YWP Book Club Meets
    • May 2: YWP Feedback Circle
    • May 26: Write with Reuben
    • YWP Calendar
  • PUBLICATIONS
    • The Voice
    • Anthology 11
      • Anthology 11 Podcast
    • Media Partners
    • The Social Distancing Journal
    • The ELM - Edmunds Literary Magazine
  • ABOUT
    • About YWP
    • YWP Newsletter
    • YWP is ...
    • Permission Form
    • FY19 ANNUAL REPORT & 990
    • Contact Us
  • Donate
  • LOG IN/JOIN

Search form

Previous Post
Next Post
Jun 19
poem 4 comments
Icestorm's picture
Icestorm

City

i.
sure, it’s gorgeous here;
i have plenty of nature’s glory
in these winding mountain roads,
but they make me citysick
& i need proof of human decay.

ii.
let’s go somewhere
where there are a million lonely people
broken smiles and cigarette fingers
we’re sane because everyone’s alone.

iii.
why is it that emptiness is heavy,
but skyscrapers make me light?
open meadows are exquisite
but they don't fill me the way
symphonies of taxi horns
& masterpieces on subway walls do.

v.
i’m sorry to betray the stars
by choosing neon lights over constellations,
but there are some things
that are seen much clearer
from a hotel fire escape.
  • Icestorm's blog
  • Sprout
  • Log in or register to post comments
  • Print Friendly, PDF & Email
Posted: 06.19.19
Icestorm's picture
About the Author: Icestorm
MSG / CONTACT
RECENT LOVES
  • My grey
  • salty royalty
  • Frequency
  • Silk Cities
  • Acid
RECENT COMMENTS
  • I'm flattered, thank you :)
  • Sorry about the writing dump.
  • Oh, thank you! That means a
  • Yesyesyes. This is so perfect
  • Really nice job. Good luck

Other Posts by Author

  • Generation Broken Mirror
    how do we cope with       seven years of bad luck,sweating summer away, treating youth Read more
    in poem 2 Comments
  • Prayer of Inheritance
    dear God, this is a hymn; I sing it with my throat still fresh. Read more
    in poem 0 Comments
  • Erasure
    i. dremel uvulawe are girls. to hope is to expect. to revert back Read more
    in poem 4 Comments

Discussion

Comments

  1. Fiona Ella
    Jun 19, 2019

    This is so beautiful. I love the way you put words together-- "human decay", "we're sane because everyone's alone", "symphonies of taxi horns"--it's wonderful. I also really enjoy cities and I love the sort of reflective, melancholy tone of this. The ending is brilliant too. Really well done.

    • Log in or register to post comments
  1. k.daigle
    Jun 20, 2019

    This is amazing! This poem sheds a different light on the city life. You acknowledge the stereotypical flaws of cities, and paint them in a contrasting and appealing way. I've never really been a city person, but this piece makes me a little citysick myself. Great job! :)

    • Log in or register to post comments
  1. Love to write
    Jun 20, 2019

    I absolutely love this and feel the same way almost all the time!!! Great poem, thanks for sharing.

    Life is not a paragraph.

    • Log in or register to post comments
  1. shenneljolly
    Jun 22, 2019

    This is an amazing piece of art, I visualized everything, and i just love they way how you put all of this together

    “I can shake off everything as I write; my sorrows disappear, my courage is reborn.”— Anne Frank

    • Log in or register to post comments
  • ABOUT
  • DONATE
  • THE VOICE
  • YWP NEWSLETTER
​Young Writers Project | 47 Maple St., Suite 216 | Burlington, VT 05401
Contact: [email protected] | (802) 324-9538 
 
  • Facebook icon
  • Twitter icon
  • Instagram icon
  • E-Mail icon