words flow in and out
like music, a tide of
brief and indefinite lives
the man with the trench coat
the girl with her skin rain-kissed
all creatures of the night
come on in, take a seat
we need not make a fuss
for everyone is welcome
this establishment, unlike others
offers a unique selection
of the blends we refer to as "life"
with wooden chairs
And ceramic cups
no lights hanging by chandeliers
we have plenty of space
to settle down, or get on stage
nevermind which part you happen to play
like coffee, tea and sweets
our trade lies in the roots of quality;
we pour the utmost care into each
but with it, do what you will
indulge, whisper to one another
or shatter against the wall
though we try to help you flourish
sometimes, flowers don't bloom
when love was the downfall
(but coffee can't hurt
when all you've tasted
is empty acid rain)
we'll accept without question
above all else. But no matter
your version of hell or heaven
our doors will stay open
to serve those who need a place
to rest, converse, and settle within.
I'm personally not happy with this poem, though it did come out better than I expected...suggestions for improvement? Or at least, what's your thoughts on this particular poem?
I kind of like this 3-lines-per-stanza format. Looks a bit different from the other poems I've written right? Has a different feel too.
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PoetryThe words The petals On a flower that Thrives by appearance Is only Will merely Be a flimsy Taste of what's inside Why price By the eyes The symmetry Of flawed beauty As though As most Are weighed by Thoughtless ideals For those Four arrows A sma...
