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.
Passing the Crown
The cool cities
have lost it
Seattle is septic
Portland is paunchy
Denver has dementia
Miami is myopic
Honolulu has a hernia
Phoenix is phucked up
Once homecoming kings and queens
now unfixable with plastic surgery alone
they reminisce about the old days
Soon they'll be startled to find
the uncool kids they teased
wearing the crowns:
Cincinatti
Pittsburgh
Bismark
Not because those cities were born all that
but because of what they are not
Yet.
have lost it
Seattle is septic
Portland is paunchy
Denver has dementia
Miami is myopic
Honolulu has a hernia
Phoenix is phucked up
Once homecoming kings and queens
now unfixable with plastic surgery alone
they reminisce about the old days
Soon they'll be startled to find
the uncool kids they teased
wearing the crowns:
Cincinatti
Pittsburgh
Bismark
Not because those cities were born all that
but because of what they are not
Yet.
#city
#culture
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The Misadventures Underneath the Bridge
A young man walks alone
Shirtless on a hot, muggy night
He's attacked by an older man underneath the Williamsburg Bridge
He thought the guy was going to kill him
Instead he was raped
He can't tell anyone
It's a secret between you, me & him
Don't tell anybody, okay?
He don't need to be stabbed in the rear anymore
He's been fucked dry enough times for me to write a poem about it!
Shirtless on a hot, muggy night
He's attacked by an older man underneath the Williamsburg Bridge
He thought the guy was going to kill him
Instead he was raped
He can't tell anyone
It's a secret between you, me & him
Don't tell anybody, okay?
He don't need to be stabbed in the rear anymore
He's been fucked dry enough times for me to write a poem about it!
#abuse
#city
#satirical
#sex
#violence
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outside the bank of england
you think everyone who works in
the city is a banker, or a hedge fund
investor, whatever that is, but it’s
all rubbish, says the road sweeper
the city is a banker, or a hedge fund
investor, whatever that is, but it’s
all rubbish, says the road sweeper
#city
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Four for the Road
Four for the Road
I Walpi
Bruja voice of a thousand tears
Takes us to the sky born wheel
Where pueblo wonders through centuries
Upon flower mesa that blossoms love
For children of dusty walls
Whose cast iron dreams
Are a coal stove in a pottery room
With a lady of ancient designs
Whose smile is the murmuring sun
That glimmers through a veil of sand
When her ceramic children
With motifs as sacred as the land
Are too strange for homes of...
I Walpi
Bruja voice of a thousand tears
Takes us to the sky born wheel
Where pueblo wonders through centuries
Upon flower mesa that blossoms love
For children of dusty walls
Whose cast iron dreams
Are a coal stove in a pottery room
With a lady of ancient designs
Whose smile is the murmuring sun
That glimmers through a veil of sand
When her ceramic children
With motifs as sacred as the land
Are too strange for homes of...
#city
#desert
#memories
#spiritual
#travel
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$20 Frankie
Frankie is a gurl...
...a wannabe girl...
...very passable!
Without the makeup...
...and very close shave...
...and, of course the fake boobs...
Frankie looks like Elliot Page.
Made up...he looks like Ellen Page!
That's where he got the idea!
Ellen transitioned to Elliot.
Frankie just fakes it!
Convincingly well!
He turns tricks in the alley..
...outside my window...
...and in cars cruising here!
He likes guys!
He loves $$$
Blowjobs only!
Special panties tuck... ...
...a wannabe girl...
...very passable!
Without the makeup...
...and very close shave...
...and, of course the fake boobs...
Frankie looks like Elliot Page.
Made up...he looks like Ellen Page!
That's where he got the idea!
Ellen transitioned to Elliot.
Frankie just fakes it!
Convincingly well!
He turns tricks in the alley..
...outside my window...
...and in cars cruising here!
He likes guys!
He loves $$$
Blowjobs only!
Special panties tuck... ...
#city
#dirty
#money #sex
#money #sex
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Buffalo NY Sunday (Parody)
Buffalo NY Sunday
Pleasant Valley Sunday (Parody)
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The kid who raps is down the street
...someone just kicked his ass!
He sang of doing bitches to a...
lady dressed up for mass!
Another Buffalo NY Sunday...
empty houses burning everywhere...
so many burkas that are all the same...
...a ghetto in such disrepair.
Mohammed's wife's a tween -
she's years away from legal vote..
Abdul has just been charged...
for making love...to his goat!
Another Buffalo NY...
Pleasant Valley Sunday (Parody)
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The kid who raps is down the street
...someone just kicked his ass!
He sang of doing bitches to a...
lady dressed up for mass!
Another Buffalo NY Sunday...
empty houses burning everywhere...
so many burkas that are all the same...
...a ghetto in such disrepair.
Mohammed's wife's a tween -
she's years away from legal vote..
Abdul has just been charged...
for making love...to his goat!
Another Buffalo NY...
#city
#drugs
#lyrics
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Breathe
A suffocating air
The city is still
I want to breathe
I want to breathe.
The city is still
I want to breathe
I want to breathe.
#city
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Station Break
Action, sex, drama, follow the drugs and the money. A cat and mouse game to take over the empire the Nun Runner rules without regards.
Engage your mind in the revenue found on the streets of New York, a gun battle on the strip of Miami, and discreet sex in China town. All this awaits you in the Epic thriller of the Nun Runner's story.
Brought To You By Another K Production™
Engage your mind in the revenue found on the streets of New York, a gun battle on the strip of Miami, and discreet sex in China town. All this awaits you in the Epic thriller of the Nun Runner's story.
Brought To You By Another K Production™
#city
#drugs
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NYC 1963
The studio on 4th Street was the place they needed to be
Hope & determination was in their minds, that they can change society
They were considered the outcasts outside of their community
Songs being created in Greenwich Village that weren't so rare
Strings being strummed by poets, ideas to influence others
It began with Woodie Guthrie and exploded with Bob Dylan
In the evening, the beatniks and the long haired girls came too
Coffee shops heard their words
And when the next day came they took action
The blue collared army
Their eyes &...
Hope & determination was in their minds, that they can change society
They were considered the outcasts outside of their community
Songs being created in Greenwich Village that weren't so rare
Strings being strummed by poets, ideas to influence others
It began with Woodie Guthrie and exploded with Bob Dylan
In the evening, the beatniks and the long haired girls came too
Coffee shops heard their words
And when the next day came they took action
The blue collared army
Their eyes &...
#city
#music
#nonfiction
#nostalgia
#PopCulture
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Possibly a town near you
#America
#city
#funny
#orgasm
#sex
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July 1976 - July 1977
It all started out, when he was born
he lived a life of rage and scorn
a sick attitude against his family
his mind is wicked, murder was his fantasy
Pursuing his motives he takes your life
with shotgun in hand, you scream in fright
and now its your time to die
takes out his weapon and aims between the eyes
He called himself the Son of Sam
all your lives will soon be damned
.44 caliber special bulldog revolver
the heads of his victims looked like peach cobbler
Locked in a cell for all his life
many...
he lived a life of rage and scorn
a sick attitude against his family
his mind is wicked, murder was his fantasy
Pursuing his motives he takes your life
with shotgun in hand, you scream in fright
and now its your time to die
takes out his weapon and aims between the eyes
He called himself the Son of Sam
all your lives will soon be damned
.44 caliber special bulldog revolver
the heads of his victims looked like peach cobbler
Locked in a cell for all his life
many...
#city
#death
#murder
#nonfiction
#PopCulture
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they weren’t always that dark, nights
streets were never really that
dark thoughts were all in my
head and in my eyes
were neon lights and
lamp posts of a city around which
I once used to walk
dark thoughts were all in my
head and in my eyes
were neon lights and
lamp posts of a city around which
I once used to walk
#city
#night
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