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.
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
10th Dec 2024 2:32pm
10th Dec 2024 2:32pm
Oh My God! What Have I Been Drinking Last Night?!
Xaviera
was sitting naked on
the foot of the bed and looking scared
before she turned and glanced at Aaron and Skylar
still sleeping until she stood up and
looked at the Las Vegas
skyline there.
was sitting naked on
the foot of the bed and looking scared
before she turned and glanced at Aaron and Skylar
still sleeping until she stood up and
looked at the Las Vegas
skyline there.
#alcohol
#city
#fiction
#friendship
#sex
102 reads
4 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
6th Dec 2024 00:17am
6th Dec 2024 00:17am
on ludgate hill
loved walking through the city, down fleet street,
the strand, and charing cross as I am that I struggle
to stand up to it now I remember who I was as
I am still, although perhaps with less wobbly feet.
the strand, and charing cross as I am that I struggle
to stand up to it now I remember who I was as
I am still, although perhaps with less wobbly feet.
#city
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5 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
4th Dec 2024 1:19am
4th Dec 2024 1:19am
tall tales and Lilliputians
Gay came across Pope in the inn and
asked have you written anything
lately I’ve been in the evenings with
Swift and, mate, you know what that’s like ..
asked have you written anything
lately I’ve been in the evenings with
Swift and, mate, you know what that’s like ..
#city
59 reads
3 Comments
goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
1st Dec 2024 8:12pm
1st Dec 2024 8:12pm
before i reach town
before i
reach town,
i passed
large fields
of pastures,
the green
embraced
inside
fence lines,
and trees
lining the
roadside,
looking like
telephone
poles,
the string
weaved
in between
them, holding
everything
together,
and now,
the dirt
under my
feet becomes
asphalt,
the cows
and pastures
become
people and
buildings.
reach town,
i passed
large fields
of pastures,
the green
embraced
inside
fence lines,
and trees
lining the
roadside,
looking like
telephone
poles,
the string
weaved
in between
them, holding
everything
together,
and now,
the dirt
under my
feet becomes
asphalt,
the cows
and pastures
become
people and
buildings.
#city
#environment
#freedom
45 reads
2 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
30th Nov 2024 11:28am
30th Nov 2024 11:28am
NYC's Guardian Angels
When you're down in the dirty gutter
Speak out, Call our names
We will lift you to another level
We fire it up, You wont hit the floor
When you walk on the ground that's sour
No need to pray, We're here to stay
You know the number when you dial to heaven
Turn it up and you will reach them today
We're like the angels
Falling from the sky, Make a wish and we'll be there
We want to guide you through violence and despair
We are the saviors from the other side
We bring your heart and soul back to life
When your hope...
Speak out, Call our names
We will lift you to another level
We fire it up, You wont hit the floor
When you walk on the ground that's sour
No need to pray, We're here to stay
You know the number when you dial to heaven
Turn it up and you will reach them today
We're like the angels
Falling from the sky, Make a wish and we'll be there
We want to guide you through violence and despair
We are the saviors from the other side
We bring your heart and soul back to life
When your hope...
#city
#corruption
#hope
#support
#violence
66 reads
6 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
28th Nov 2024 00:51am
28th Nov 2024 00:51am
the content
sir, I think you drink too much
to the detriment of your conversation
is no longer interesting
you should say so
long as I’m content and far too drunk to
care what you think
to the detriment of your conversation
is no longer interesting
you should say so
long as I’m content and far too drunk to
care what you think
#city
#LifeCycle
48 reads
1 Comment
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
26th Nov 2024 00:58am
26th Nov 2024 00:58am
“We Are Here For You Our Nubian Queen”
The Brotherhood Of Islam
New York, New York Chapter
My Nubian Queen, now I know you do not want the Brother Of Islam to balance the fate of this earth
The word floating on the wire has it, this Black Panther King from, get this, from what they are saying on the streets, this Wakanda place where the door of the soul opens, and your life becomes your worth
Now me and the brotherhood do not understand that lingo
So, we are just here to let you know
If Gee ain’t got your back, call us, and we are there for you, no questions asked, and our laws...
New York, New York Chapter
My Nubian Queen, now I know you do not want the Brother Of Islam to balance the fate of this earth
The word floating on the wire has it, this Black Panther King from, get this, from what they are saying on the streets, this Wakanda place where the door of the soul opens, and your life becomes your worth
Now me and the brotherhood do not understand that lingo
So, we are just here to let you know
If Gee ain’t got your back, call us, and we are there for you, no questions asked, and our laws...
#city
224 reads
5 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
16th Nov 2024 5:59am
16th Nov 2024 5:59am
The Star That Never Sleeps
Through the north window my chamber glows,
A star with uncanny light bestows.
Through long hellish hours of blackness and fear,
In the autumn of the year, when winds jeer,
From the north they curse and whine,
Through red-leaved trees, the swamp’s grim design,
Where mutterings in shadows creep,
Under the horned moon's baleful sweep.
I sit, by the casement's cold embrace,
And watch the star that holds its place.
Cassiopeia reels from her heights so bright,
Charles’ Wain lumbers through the night. ...
A star with uncanny light bestows.
Through long hellish hours of blackness and fear,
In the autumn of the year, when winds jeer,
From the north they curse and whine,
Through red-leaved trees, the swamp’s grim design,
Where mutterings in shadows creep,
Under the horned moon's baleful sweep.
I sit, by the casement's cold embrace,
And watch the star that holds its place.
Cassiopeia reels from her heights so bright,
Charles’ Wain lumbers through the night. ...
#city
#memories
#regret #stars
#regret #stars
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SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
16th Nov 2024 3:15am
16th Nov 2024 3:15am
“Not On Our Watch”
My sexy Queen, we hear this… the boroughs have been buzzing with this ridiculous shit, and I even hate repeating this Black Excellence smear, there is speculation, this Black Panther Dude, who called himself, Marvin what name was that again
After we laughed and realized he wasn’t shitting those sharp claws, became evident
Right after that cat, this huge muscular brotha came up in here, now this is where I know these townsfolk on some kind of power nose candy, we were given an actual account this giant, rode into town on a bear, and had two following whatever or whoever he was,...
After we laughed and realized he wasn’t shitting those sharp claws, became evident
Right after that cat, this huge muscular brotha came up in here, now this is where I know these townsfolk on some kind of power nose candy, we were given an actual account this giant, rode into town on a bear, and had two following whatever or whoever he was,...
#city
233 reads
3 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
15th Nov 2024 5:03am
15th Nov 2024 5:03am
White China Moon
White china moon
Floating across Montana
Spy high above the clouds
In the land of the silos
Red china moon
Bobbing and weaving
Powered by the sun
About 60000 feet high
Looking for clues
White china moon
Floating by Missouri
Across the plains
Heading for where the wind goes
Red china says it’s about the weather
This balloon that strayed into our land
It’s not what they say but what they do
Can’t believe in their truth
Scramble the jets over South Carolina
6 miles...
Floating across Montana
Spy high above the clouds
In the land of the silos
Red china moon
Bobbing and weaving
Powered by the sun
About 60000 feet high
Looking for clues
White china moon
Floating by Missouri
Across the plains
Heading for where the wind goes
Red china says it’s about the weather
This balloon that strayed into our land
It’s not what they say but what they do
Can’t believe in their truth
Scramble the jets over South Carolina
6 miles...
#America
#city
#manipulation #secrets
#manipulation #secrets
46 reads
0 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
6th Nov 2024 2:18pm
6th Nov 2024 2:18pm
Uncrossing
Silent screams on the asphalt,
life that stops in the blink of an eye.
A feathered dream falls,
a hairy hope falls,
lost in the blur of the floor.
The road, cold and indifferent judge,
echoes in so much absence
with legs and wings,
that once vibrated
in the sweet embrace of nature.
The pain remains
in tire tracks,
a testimony to the fleeting life
and the cruel intersections
of human haste
and wild innocence.
life that stops in the blink of an eye.
A feathered dream falls,
a hairy hope falls,
lost in the blur of the floor.
The road, cold and indifferent judge,
echoes in so much absence
with legs and wings,
that once vibrated
in the sweet embrace of nature.
The pain remains
in tire tracks,
a testimony to the fleeting life
and the cruel intersections
of human haste
and wild innocence.
#city
#disappointment
#murder
#nature
#regret
77 reads
6 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
22nd Oct 2024 00:54am
22nd Oct 2024 00:54am
“It A Hit!”
CABONI’S ITALIAN RISTORANTE
Manhattan, New York
“Would you like something else to eat, beautiful?”
“Marcus, I’m stuffed to capacity. There is nothing else getting in this dress.”
“Save some room for me later on.”
“I promise.”
Marcus scooted his chair back and stood. He walked around the table.
“Can I have this dance?”
“You certainly can.”
Francine lifted her white dinner napkin from off her lap, and placed it near her China plate. She scooted her chair back, clasped her hand in Marcus’ hand,...
Manhattan, New York
“Would you like something else to eat, beautiful?”
“Marcus, I’m stuffed to capacity. There is nothing else getting in this dress.”
“Save some room for me later on.”
“I promise.”
Marcus scooted his chair back and stood. He walked around the table.
“Can I have this dance?”
“You certainly can.”
Francine lifted her white dinner napkin from off her lap, and placed it near her China plate. She scooted her chair back, clasped her hand in Marcus’ hand,...
#city
#drugs
#love
261 reads
4 Comments
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