Our Neighborhood

The neighborhood

The nieghborshood is smoky
the trains all around
Tree leefs falling yellow, brown,
and some times both
Smell of dogs and freshly cut grass.


Yelling and throwing flowers at the
Ground because of broken


Seems like there always looking at me
Sounds of loud police sirens
While dogs are barking.

This poem makes me...
  • Think (13%)
  • Smile (23%)
  • Somber (48%)
  • Surprised (3%)
  • Feel a Connection (6%)
  • Inspired (6%)