This is a simile poem. Which is exactly what it sounds like. A poem with similes.... This is one of my favorites.
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Driving along the crowded streets of The Fog City,
wondering why everyone hurries around like flies, so busy.
They act like drug addicts, always needing just that little bit more.
Pour, pour, pour...
Thoughts whirring, stirring, I don't even realize I hear rain.
Pitter patter the droplets go, I wonder what I have to gain.
I pull over to save my hands from the long drive, sore.
Pour, Pour, Pour...
I watch the crowds, like rats they bustle, rush, scurry,
I sympathize their need to hurry.
But maybe if we stop and listen to the rain, we can all get that little more,
Listen to it pour, pour, pour....
Original Poem by: Marina Rogers (that would be me)
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Poetry
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