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.
Body music
There's something
in the streets
that give you free
lessons unfound
in public schools
and rustic old
textbooks,
where neon lights
baptise your face
in different colours
as night skies
weave it's own
attitude from
pinned up
stars.
There's something
in the streets
where you meet
those rare few angels
wearing filthy wings
and dark halos round
their sunken eyelids
entering small pubs,
adandoned buildings
that...
in the streets
that give you free
lessons unfound
in public schools
and rustic old
textbooks,
where neon lights
baptise your face
in different colours
as night skies
weave it's own
attitude from
pinned up
stars.
There's something
in the streets
where you meet
those rare few angels
wearing filthy wings
and dark halos round
their sunken eyelids
entering small pubs,
adandoned buildings
that...
#city
#dance
#dark
#gothic
#music
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Cracked Concrete
Overpass loaded past its weight
Skybridges tumbling to the ground
Rusty rails bearing no freight
Empty warehouse making no sound
Walking through pockmarked roads
Signs covered in peeling paint
Dreary colors by ghostly abodes
Reeking of atrophic taint
Dead bulbs under setting sun
Where is the streetlight?
Muzzle flash of pride and guns
Blood staining the starless night
Another lost to this urban decay
Young eyes see through chain link mesh ...
Skybridges tumbling to the ground
Rusty rails bearing no freight
Empty warehouse making no sound
Walking through pockmarked roads
Signs covered in peeling paint
Dreary colors by ghostly abodes
Reeking of atrophic taint
Dead bulbs under setting sun
Where is the streetlight?
Muzzle flash of pride and guns
Blood staining the starless night
Another lost to this urban decay
Young eyes see through chain link mesh ...
#city
#corruption
#dark
#poverty
#rhyming
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more’s the city
I go out this particular
morning it all seems so
different, unrecognisable streets
leading to places I didn’t know
how I came by here last night or
where it is I might go
morning it all seems so
different, unrecognisable streets
leading to places I didn’t know
how I came by here last night or
where it is I might go
#city
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The Road Home
The leather took me in like forever,
forever as a driver in quiet weather.
Flowing left and right,
cutting corners, while outrunning the others.
Turning the wheel with great hast,
shifting gears to keep up the pace.
Long road ahead, treading like a thorough bread.
Dodging traffic, getting graphic, something hectic,
road games straight to the core.
Burning streaks, at clutch speeds, tires peeling against
the road.
Speeding, seeking, four horses feeding, no signs of yielding.
Pistons reeling, squealing, kicking up a...
forever as a driver in quiet weather.
Flowing left and right,
cutting corners, while outrunning the others.
Turning the wheel with great hast,
shifting gears to keep up the pace.
Long road ahead, treading like a thorough bread.
Dodging traffic, getting graphic, something hectic,
road games straight to the core.
Burning streaks, at clutch speeds, tires peeling against
the road.
Speeding, seeking, four horses feeding, no signs of yielding.
Pistons reeling, squealing, kicking up a...
#city
#SelfDiscovery
#travel
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‘thinking of you ..’
liked adrian henri, if only because
his name
ended in an i, rather than a (wh) y,
I don’t know
his name
ended in an i, rather than a (wh) y,
I don’t know
#city
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Legs
Whistle screams to sound the beginning
of these legs around this roaring place.
Dirt will fly, up to the sky while
the horses shout peeling about.
Dragging the curves from end to end
exhaling dark elements from tail pipes end.
Smacking pavement, clashing metal,
rolling all over this circular shelter.
Winds blow by, swirling between sprinters
shining light under this darkened drive.
Nearing the closing colorful papers wave
the striders past the line of eyes posing.
Screeching halt, legs are doll, ...
of these legs around this roaring place.
Dirt will fly, up to the sky while
the horses shout peeling about.
Dragging the curves from end to end
exhaling dark elements from tail pipes end.
Smacking pavement, clashing metal,
rolling all over this circular shelter.
Winds blow by, swirling between sprinters
shining light under this darkened drive.
Nearing the closing colorful papers wave
the striders past the line of eyes posing.
Screeching halt, legs are doll, ...
#cars
#city
#emotions #sports
#emotions #sports
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rotten way to go
walking home, he heard
someone behind him; scared to
look back, he staggered
beneath the blow, felt
angered by the fear that had
always defined him
someone behind him; scared to
look back, he staggered
beneath the blow, felt
angered by the fear that had
always defined him
#city
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A Tuesday in July at 6:28 am (Part 2)
On my second day out on the Atlantic City Boardwalk, I headed down towards the Claridge Hotel and Brighten Park. As seen in the picture. The Claridge was once a Hotel/Casino from 1981 to 2014. Since 2014 the Claridge operates as a hotel.
Brighten Park which is adjacent to the hotel sits right off the Boardwalk. This park is home to the Korean War Veterans Memorial which was decicated in July of 2000. Sadly, as I was admiring the wall and statues, about six or seven people were shooting up on the concrete steps. Horrible to see & witness. These were a mix of older & younger...
Brighten Park which is adjacent to the hotel sits right off the Boardwalk. This park is home to the Korean War Veterans Memorial which was decicated in July of 2000. Sadly, as I was admiring the wall and statues, about six or seven people were shooting up on the concrete steps. Horrible to see & witness. These were a mix of older & younger...
#addiction
#city
#homelessness
#nonfiction
#TruthOfLife
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A Monday in July at 6:45 am (Part 1)
A steamy summer morning. Haze covering most of the city. I decided to head south on the most famous street in the world at one time, the Atlantic City Boardwalk.
I walked across the Boardwalk towards a walkway that led down to the beach near the LandShark Bar & Grill. An older couple with two young children were enjoying the ocean before anyone else. They had free reign. Just them and the seagulls. The waves were already looking quite menacing. That's a great thing. Later on today I'll be here, swimming, riding waves and thrashing all about.
I headed back onto...
I walked across the Boardwalk towards a walkway that led down to the beach near the LandShark Bar & Grill. An older couple with two young children were enjoying the ocean before anyone else. They had free reign. Just them and the seagulls. The waves were already looking quite menacing. That's a great thing. Later on today I'll be here, swimming, riding waves and thrashing all about.
I headed back onto...
#beach
#city
#historical
#nonfiction
#poverty
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ROMANESQUE
Oh, Selene
Mother of silver
Aback riverboats; dew-laden coats
Unlike the austere sun
Your light, my heart had won
A night emblazoned
Of wanton and mystique
Both cherished here
The Romanesque and bleak
A coin for passage
Sky lights fold over into applause
Her clouds ever-changing as the moth
Behind the veil
My eyes witness the true beauty
Of rooms without walls
Mother of silver
Aback riverboats; dew-laden coats
Unlike the austere sun
Your light, my heart had won
A night emblazoned
Of wanton and mystique
Both cherished here
The Romanesque and bleak
A coin for passage
Sky lights fold over into applause
Her clouds ever-changing as the moth
Behind the veil
My eyes witness the true beauty
Of rooms without walls
#city
#lust
#moon #Romanticism
#moon #Romanticism
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Waiting for a Bus in the Rain
Wearing sunglasses despite the gloom,
the patter of the rain, a not unpleasant chill.
The people passing with umbrellas,
the head-lamped TESCO trucks
projecting mirages that shiver in drops.
The industrial yard just ahead, which though
no doubt scentless creates that cold
machismo smell of gasoline I like
despite its ugliness, like mum’s cigarettes
and mangy dogs. Someone’s torn the sticker
that demands “free Palestine” and death
to capital. The two decrying dairy farms
and animals in science labs have fared better.
Impressions...
the patter of the rain, a not unpleasant chill.
The people passing with umbrellas,
the head-lamped TESCO trucks
projecting mirages that shiver in drops.
The industrial yard just ahead, which though
no doubt scentless creates that cold
machismo smell of gasoline I like
despite its ugliness, like mum’s cigarettes
and mangy dogs. Someone’s torn the sticker
that demands “free Palestine” and death
to capital. The two decrying dairy farms
and animals in science labs have fared better.
Impressions...
#city
#myself
#nature #philosophical
#nature #philosophical
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The Subway (free-verse poem)
I stand alone in the dark Fulton Street subway station,
Breathing in the urine-scented air,
Breathing out clouds of steam,
A subway train rushes along,
Not stopping,
Biting at my eardrums,
With the painful percussion,
Of thousands of people,
Silently screaming,
I don’t want to see,
I don’t want to see,
I don’t want to see,
The air fanned by each subway car,
Rushes against me,
Pushes the ozone and the smell of burnt brake linings,
Into my nostrils,
Along with the air,
Sucked through...
Breathing in the urine-scented air,
Breathing out clouds of steam,
A subway train rushes along,
Not stopping,
Biting at my eardrums,
With the painful percussion,
Of thousands of people,
Silently screaming,
I don’t want to see,
I don’t want to see,
I don’t want to see,
The air fanned by each subway car,
Rushes against me,
Pushes the ozone and the smell of burnt brake linings,
Into my nostrils,
Along with the air,
Sucked through...
#city
#dark
#evil
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