Whispers in the Urban wind

In shadows of the dusk, a whisper takes flight,

On the wings of the wind, dancing in the night.

A clandestine tale, in hushed tones it's spun,

A modern sonnet beneath the setting sun.

Soft breezes carry secrets, elusive and sly,

Through city streets and open sky.

Urban echoes mingle with nature is's soft hymn,

A whispered melody, contemporary and trim.

In the hum of the city, where stories unfold,

The wind carries narratives, both young and old.

Concrete and leaves, a juxtaposed blend,

A modern ballad, in the whispering wind.

A symphony of murmurs, harmonizing unseen,

Amongst skyscrapers tall and meadows serene.

The wind, a courier of dreams untold,

In contemporary whispers, stories unfold.

Contemporary Art: A Poem

Contemporary poetry, a wonder to behold, 

A reflection of the world, both new and old, 

It speaks of love, of pain, of life's many twists, 

And leaves us with thoughts that cannot be dismissed.

 

In words and phrases, it paints a picture, 

Of a world that's complex, full of wonder and censure, 

It's raw and real, and it makes us feel, 

All the emotions that we thought were unreal.

 

Contemporary poetry, a voice of the times, 

It speaks of injustice, of social divides, 

It challenges norms and seeks to redefine, 

The boundaries of what we consider fine.

 

It's not just words, but a work of art, 

It's a window to the soul, a reflection of the heart, 

It's a tapestry of life, woven with care, 

A reminder that we all have stories to share.

 

So let us embrace this art form anew, 

Let us explore the worlds that it brings into view, 

Let us listen to the voices that echo within, 

And find in them a new way to begin.