City Poems
#city
City poems about life in a city or large town, anywhere in the world. Poetry about the thrills, challenges and culture of urban life in the bright lights of a city. City poems also include poetry about the landscape of built up areas.
BatPowers
Bat Powers
Bat Powers
Poem Published
25th Apr 2025 2:02am
25th Apr 2025 2:02am
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Bob Marley and the Wailers
oct 25 1979
new york city
tickets on sale at the box office
blowjob in the backseat of a 72 cutlass
oct 25 1979
new york city
tickets on sale at the box office
blowjob in the backseat of a 72 cutlass
#city
63 reads
4 Comments
Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
21st Apr 2025 9:20pm
21st Apr 2025 9:20pm
Newsflash!
Easter Monday,
twenty-first of fourth, twenty twenty-five;
the Pope has passed in Rome
hours after celebrating Jesus being alive.
The news reports are moving—
people from around the globe paying tribute
to a man they say was good and humble.
As I've been writing codes and puzzles,
my brain began to rumble.
So here we have a puzzle poem
for a city named Rome—
it's a bit of maths
that you can do at home.
Some words within this poem
contain a Roman numeral;
spot the numbers, total them,
and maybe wear a humeral!
twenty-first of fourth, twenty twenty-five;
the Pope has passed in Rome
hours after celebrating Jesus being alive.
The news reports are moving—
people from around the globe paying tribute
to a man they say was good and humble.
As I've been writing codes and puzzles,
my brain began to rumble.
So here we have a puzzle poem
for a city named Rome—
it's a bit of maths
that you can do at home.
Some words within this poem
contain a Roman numeral;
spot the numbers, total them,
and maybe wear a humeral!
#city
#religion
60 reads
0 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
16th Apr 2025 1:32am
16th Apr 2025 1:32am
Mardi Gras Dreamer
Mardi Gras Dreamer
songbird
lost in the parade
gathers doubloons
that shine purple and gold
like Royal coinage
from the majesty of floats
with crowds yelling
throw me something mister
but the wealth of love
in her heart
is a treasure chest
for the Mardi Gras in her soul
that Ash Wednesday cannot vanquish
when the priest smudges a reminder
that life returns to dust
upon her furrowed brow
but she knows like a Pythian oracle
that her spirit will shine
like the eyes of the sun
in a Rio...
songbird
lost in the parade
gathers doubloons
that shine purple and gold
like Royal coinage
from the majesty of floats
with crowds yelling
throw me something mister
but the wealth of love
in her heart
is a treasure chest
for the Mardi Gras in her soul
that Ash Wednesday cannot vanquish
when the priest smudges a reminder
that life returns to dust
upon her furrowed brow
but she knows like a Pythian oracle
that her spirit will shine
like the eyes of the sun
in a Rio...
#city
#dreams
#holiday
#love
#romantic
76 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
15th Apr 2025 6:59am
15th Apr 2025 6:59am
Midnight Blues in New Orleans
Midnight Blues in New Orleans
Degas in his studio
Paints the NOLA cotton exchange
While sad clouds drift
Like floating islands of Bible belt dreams
High on the calluses of blues guitarists
Wailing like the ghosts of Hades
That haunt Claiborne Avenue
Like a hobo with his stove pipe hat
With a bottle of Port to welcome his ship
When he rises from his entombed dreams
Where Jelly Roll Morton was heard
Playing on the victrola
When the scent of whisky poured
From windows to the midnight voodoo
Of a...
Degas in his studio
Paints the NOLA cotton exchange
While sad clouds drift
Like floating islands of Bible belt dreams
High on the calluses of blues guitarists
Wailing like the ghosts of Hades
That haunt Claiborne Avenue
Like a hobo with his stove pipe hat
With a bottle of Port to welcome his ship
When he rises from his entombed dreams
Where Jelly Roll Morton was heard
Playing on the victrola
When the scent of whisky poured
From windows to the midnight voodoo
Of a...
#city
#homelessness
#music
#night
#women
52 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
13th Apr 2025 7:28am
13th Apr 2025 7:28am
Chinatown Blues
Chinatown Blues
Teatime in Chinatown
Where the old men play Mahjong
While reciting Lao Tzu over ramen noodles
Whose Tao is a Macau séance
For spirits of ancestors
Like the memory of an opium den
In a dream for a wizened apothecary
Bearded in ashen white
Who sells the dust of dragon bones
As a cure for the immigrant blues
Where Mandarin women chirp
Like songbirds in a bamboo forest
Lost in the mists of Sichuan
But having crossed the Pacific ring of fire
With volcanic ash of tears
For...
Teatime in Chinatown
Where the old men play Mahjong
While reciting Lao Tzu over ramen noodles
Whose Tao is a Macau séance
For spirits of ancestors
Like the memory of an opium den
In a dream for a wizened apothecary
Bearded in ashen white
Who sells the dust of dragon bones
As a cure for the immigrant blues
Where Mandarin women chirp
Like songbirds in a bamboo forest
Lost in the mists of Sichuan
But having crossed the Pacific ring of fire
With volcanic ash of tears
For...
#America
#Buddhist
#city #nostalgia
#city #nostalgia
60 reads
2 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
11th Apr 2025 2:54am
11th Apr 2025 2:54am
My Sister's Sleepwalking In The Nude Again
John was walking to Marc's.
He was getting some stuff for Mom.
Suddenly, he just spotted Nikki.
She was walking naked in downtown Cleveland.
He grabbed and dragged her rump home.
He was getting some stuff for Mom.
Suddenly, he just spotted Nikki.
She was walking naked in downtown Cleveland.
He grabbed and dragged her rump home.
#city
#family
#fiction
#MentalHealth
#sex
107 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
7th Apr 2025 8:33am
7th Apr 2025 8:33am
Autumn in America
Autumn in America
Operatic Gospels
Are plagiarized from Hebrew legends
To sell Papal Ponzi schemes
To penetrate easter eggs into embryonic misogyny
With the premature TV evangelism of bearded patriarchs
Who preach to death row inmates
On the sanctity of life
And on the streets
Derelict prophets give sermons
To Armani clad business men
On giving alms to the poor
While poets in their garrets
Write sonnets in the autumnal light
Of the American sunset
Operatic Gospels
Are plagiarized from Hebrew legends
To sell Papal Ponzi schemes
To penetrate easter eggs into embryonic misogyny
With the premature TV evangelism of bearded patriarchs
Who preach to death row inmates
On the sanctity of life
And on the streets
Derelict prophets give sermons
To Armani clad business men
On giving alms to the poor
While poets in their garrets
Write sonnets in the autumnal light
Of the American sunset
#America
#apocalypse
#city
#poverty
#religion
48 reads
2 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
27th Mar 2025 11:55pm
27th Mar 2025 11:55pm
city grows younger as I grow older
city used to smell of smoke
and cars, but now the air is full
of fake smiles
emanating from phones
that one no longer
dials: and yes, the
young are still beautiful, but they
have their own scars ..
and cars, but now the air is full
of fake smiles
emanating from phones
that one no longer
dials: and yes, the
young are still beautiful, but they
have their own scars ..
#city
83 reads
7 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
25th Mar 2025 00:58am
25th Mar 2025 00:58am
Your City
Do you like your city?
Is it pretty
or is it shitty
Does it make you elate
or irate
Are there great places to go
or just too much snow
Do you love it day to day
or do you want to run away
Are there fun things to do
or is it so boring you want to boo
Does it inspire you
or tire you
Do you feel lucky
or what the fucky
Would you want to move
or are you in the groove
Would you say move here
or stay away, dear
I really want to know
I need a...
Is it pretty
or is it shitty
Does it make you elate
or irate
Are there great places to go
or just too much snow
Do you love it day to day
or do you want to run away
Are there fun things to do
or is it so boring you want to boo
Does it inspire you
or tire you
Do you feel lucky
or what the fucky
Would you want to move
or are you in the groove
Would you say move here
or stay away, dear
I really want to know
I need a...
#city
#MovingOn
140 reads
7 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
17th Mar 2025 11:50pm
17th Mar 2025 11:50pm
Vertex
So it was like this:
He passed and she didn't see him!
It was so:
She did not see.
He passed.
The cars stopped
for him to pass
and she did not see.
He has a name
that she didn't hear.
So it was like this:
She didn't see his eyes,
lost when he passed
and he, not knowing
whether he was seen,
passed on.
They passed each other.
They didn't see each other.
Perhaps his voice in the wind.
maybe her scent
in the brief moment she passes
by him and he does not see.
So it was...
He passed and she didn't see him!
It was so:
She did not see.
He passed.
The cars stopped
for him to pass
and she did not see.
He has a name
that she didn't hear.
So it was like this:
She didn't see his eyes,
lost when he passed
and he, not knowing
whether he was seen,
passed on.
They passed each other.
They didn't see each other.
Perhaps his voice in the wind.
maybe her scent
in the brief moment she passes
by him and he does not see.
So it was...
#city
#hope
#inspirational
#lust
#mirror
69 reads
4 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
16th Mar 2025 3:14pm
16th Mar 2025 3:14pm
~& the caw-ing cute, the cranial city Crow.. will go uncared for:(
at fourish fivish this a dark sunday dawn..
I hear the sharp & haste cawing calls
of them
(… yes, the same them whom had known
& bonded well right from my childhood…
them- the gathered brainy birds..
the simplistic & highly social, the indian
house crow in its black n faded bodied
greys.. in its small statured built than
their bigger relative.. the wild pitch black
violent ravens…
thanks to my dad, an avid bird lover.. he
used to feed them on a daily routine...
I hear the sharp & haste cawing calls
of them
(… yes, the same them whom had known
& bonded well right from my childhood…
them- the gathered brainy birds..
the simplistic & highly social, the indian
house crow in its black n faded bodied
greys.. in its small statured built than
their bigger relative.. the wild pitch black
violent ravens…
thanks to my dad, an avid bird lover.. he
used to feed them on a daily routine...
#anger
#birds
#CallToAction
#city
#nature
104 reads
4 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
28th Feb 2025 10:43am
28th Feb 2025 10:43am
MAN DOWN, MAN DOWN
Pigs came to the crack house last night
All the crack dealers and addicts scattered like roaches throwing their stash over the cement wall
The cops shined their little lights and tried to find the stash bags
But to no avail
The pigs rolled out and chased two dudes down the street
They ran one guy down who was crossing the street
When the cop got out of the car to see what he has done, another crack dealer shot the cop right in the face
"MAN DOWN, MAN DOWN"
That's what I heard from another cop on a CB Radio
Total carnage
Total mayhem ...
All the crack dealers and addicts scattered like roaches throwing their stash over the cement wall
The cops shined their little lights and tried to find the stash bags
But to no avail
The pigs rolled out and chased two dudes down the street
They ran one guy down who was crossing the street
When the cop got out of the car to see what he has done, another crack dealer shot the cop right in the face
"MAN DOWN, MAN DOWN"
That's what I heard from another cop on a CB Radio
Total carnage
Total mayhem ...
#city
#death
#drugs
#violence
#war
124 reads
8 Comments
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