Write a nice poem about your surrounding?

Observe things that are happening around you. create a poem, using details about one scene. example write about your cat strectching and yawning in the morning, or about a man at a bodega arranging flowers into bunches to be sold, or even about someone riding a bike down the street. try to slowdown your poem. use detail description. thanks!! :)

Write a nice poem about your surrounding?
Well, what a very thought provoking question and a breath of fresh air to find this type of query in this forum, although I live in Nantucket and can't think of a thing to rhyme about.
Reply:A dull lamp illuminates the laziness I see


Stretched across the sofa


Sunken cushions scream for relief


Trash sits upon glass while


Motivation is delayed, deferred


to entertainment provided


By my little black box; Zenith
Reply:I lay here on my bed


just resting my head


answering someone's query


feeling a bit weary





the radio gently playing


my child next to me is laying


so sweetly sleeping


as time is slowly creeping





it is now past the time


for me to stop this rhyme


for I am about to sleep


and ask for Him my soul to keep
Reply:The old man walks ever so slowly down my road


gazing at the fence row and the trash thrown out.





Dogs barking as he walks by


only intense of each step he makes





The air is chilled and crisp as the sun


is high.





Birds are flying cows are mooing


Cars are passing


He keeps on walking and not paying attention.





Cane in hand he trudges home to safe haven


Just glad he made another day


A day he might not see again.
Reply:ok She stands on the footpath,


a smile on her face.





takes out her tambourine,


presses play on the tape machine.





as the music starts to play,


she begins to dance.





People are passing by,


glancing at this crazy lady.





No one wants to catch her gaze


and no one cares about her.





This little old lady,


dancing in the street





To some shes a problem that must be solved,


a deterrent to the tourists





But oblivious to stares


she continues dancing.





She's lost in her own world.


Insanity is bliss.

skates