An Almost Black And White Night

Downpour in the city streets again,

Young couples under umbrellas so plain,

And old men holding newspapers overhead,

Warding off the rain.

I stand alone on the curb, about to lose hope in this dream

As black and white as it could be.

And then there she is, like a bird on the sunset, oh

Like a red rose in crystal snow.

Amid the rainy night and white street lights,

She is the one I've dreamed of,

Now I know.

Like hot scarlet velvet, oh

Like a cool breeze when it blows.

She’s crimson under the streetlamp,

Her dress like a bright ink stamp.

And there she is, waiting in the rain

An umbrella overhead, a blushing stain

Against the smudging charcoal streets.

And just that is enough to make my heart sore,

Out here in the downpour.

Reviews

[ReadsAtDances]

Wow! I really like this poem! The way it describes the colors and how the street looks make it really easy to visualize. Kind of reminded me of the song "On My Own" from the play/movie Les Miserables, except I hope this poem turned out better than the relationship in that! :) "And just that is enough to make my heart sore, Out here in the downpour." was my favorite line. So sincere and lyrical. Thanks for the lovely poem.

[Brendan_Sikes]

Finally a review! Haha thank you! This poem has been on here for months with hardly any attention.
I see what you are saying about it being like a song, I actually get that all the time with my writing!
I have others, feel free to check them out!