Question

New York

Answer 1

the city that never sleeps

Answer 2

I can't feel my face
Cold a beauty kissed me so
My hands are stone
They wake in the warmth I brought from home

The subways are lined with liquid amber
With a smell akin to sulfur,
It wakes even the hereafter

And though I forage in a place unknown
With brothers I find it breathtaking to know
That before me in this land I see
An opportunity to break from a reverie

Answer 3

This was one of those experiential poems I was talking about.

Answer 4

new york is kinda dirty tho

Answer 5

What do you think liquid amber is (:

Answer 6

This is amazing! I Love the first few lines, I can't feel my face
Cold a beauty kissed me so

Answer 7

I wrote this in my head as I walked around the streets of New York, so it was very...in the moment.

Answer 8

i kinda thought of pizzzz butt ye

Answer 9

It's great! I hope to hear more, but sadly now I have to go to sleep.

Answer 10

Lol yes. It's a very realistic poem. Not necessarily bad, or good, but just real.

Answer 11

Thank you and goodnight Softie

Answer 12

Ahh sulfur. There's an odor I can do without.
Nice poem. Hit the nail on the head regarding New York.

Answer 13

Wow. Amazing 😱😦

Answer 14

Very interesting, indeed.

Answer 15

I like it, I have experienced all of what you've said

The trains are always dirty, you'll see homeless everywhere especially in the south. I have smelled that sulfur like smell, but usually its food or smoke...

It would be fun to wander around NYC freely :P

Answer 16

waittt this is actually coolllll