Analysis of Train of thought
The subterranean rythmn of this city never sleeps,
Constantly moving back and forth; endless trips.
Twenty four seven are the stories told,
Countless faces; some even die in the cold.
Quiet vagabonds trying to live in,
Their rush hour stench is true sin.
Pregnant woman standing,
Loud kids rambling,
No one will give their seat;
Now isn't that something?
The air condition is warm and stale.
Someone let her sit already;
She's turning pale.
A signal malfunction is heard aloud,
Fustrated faces; A serious crowd.
She's finally given a seat,
By an elderly woman who's still on her feet.
Late for work, and hardly moving,
I think of the things we should all be doing
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 00010011110101 10010101101 1011010101 10101101001 1010010110 11101111 101010 1110 111111 110110 010101101 1101010 1101 0100101101 11001001 11001001 111001011101 11101010 11101111110 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 645 |
Words | 115 |
Sentences | 9 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 19 |
Lines Amount | 19 |
Letters per line (avg) | 28 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 523 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 115 |
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Submitted on January 23, 2013
Modified on March 05, 2023
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