Poems About the City Seeking Friendly Advice
#city
goldenmyst
Poem Published
18th Feb 2025 3:09am
18th Feb 2025 3:09am
Reconsecration
Reconsecration
Glasses stained in Stygian windows
With leopard spot rims for predatory effect
Met with sanguine lipstick heat
Her flaming kiss
Is a nitro-glycerin palliative
For Soho heartaches gone mad
When her Greenwich Village tastes
Like poems on all gallows night
That sing for her last supper
When slumlords hang
A no-vacancy brand of fascism
On the rookery gates to skid row
While the arterial Cathedral
For her sacramental corpuscles
Is reconsecrated to Aphrodite
Glasses stained in Stygian windows
With leopard spot rims for predatory effect
Met with sanguine lipstick heat
Her flaming kiss
Is a nitro-glycerin palliative
For Soho heartaches gone mad
When her Greenwich Village tastes
Like poems on all gallows night
That sing for her last supper
When slumlords hang
A no-vacancy brand of fascism
On the rookery gates to skid row
While the arterial Cathedral
For her sacramental corpuscles
Is reconsecrated to Aphrodite
#city
#oppression
#sensual
#spiritual
#women
47 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2025 4:45am
22nd Jan 2025 4:45am
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
74 reads
2 Comments
a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Poem Published
17th Jan 2025 8:21pm
17th Jan 2025 8:21pm
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
63 reads
2 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
77 reads
2 Comments
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
259 reads
5 Comments
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
271 reads
3 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
281 reads
4 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
13th Oct 2024 1:04am
13th Oct 2024 1:04am
Wounded In The Deadly Aftermath
SAND POINT
Long Island, New York
The chauffer pulled the limousine around the circular driveway. He parked the vehicle, withdrew the key from out the ignition, and then unsnapped his seatbelt. He pushed his door open and stepped out. He pushed the door close
Mr. Delaro and three other men were already assisting Tango and Domenico out the limousine.
Two men placed Tango’s arm around their shoulder.
Mr. Delaro and another man, placed Domenico’s arm around their shoulder.
“Hang in there Domenico and stay with me.”
“Fuck!”...
Long Island, New York
The chauffer pulled the limousine around the circular driveway. He parked the vehicle, withdrew the key from out the ignition, and then unsnapped his seatbelt. He pushed his door open and stepped out. He pushed the door close
Mr. Delaro and three other men were already assisting Tango and Domenico out the limousine.
Two men placed Tango’s arm around their shoulder.
Mr. Delaro and another man, placed Domenico’s arm around their shoulder.
“Hang in there Domenico and stay with me.”
“Fuck!”...
#city
#drugs
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2 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
12th Oct 2024 7:54am
12th Oct 2024 7:54am
“Don’t Move”
QUINTESSENTIAL TRIBECA LOFT
New York, New York
The Next Day
Zaniyah laid on Marcus’ chest wall. She uplifted her face.
“I had a very very nice time last night in your bed.” She kissed the side of his neck. “In the shower, and in this bed this morning.”
Zaniyah kissed Marcus under his chin.
Marcus kissed Zaniyah on top of her forehead. He hugged her body closely to his. He bent his head down to detain her eyes.
Zaniyah tilted her face upward.
“Why do you make it seem as if you’re not going to be lying in...
New York, New York
The Next Day
Zaniyah laid on Marcus’ chest wall. She uplifted her face.
“I had a very very nice time last night in your bed.” She kissed the side of his neck. “In the shower, and in this bed this morning.”
Zaniyah kissed Marcus under his chin.
Marcus kissed Zaniyah on top of her forehead. He hugged her body closely to his. He bent his head down to detain her eyes.
Zaniyah tilted her face upward.
“Why do you make it seem as if you’re not going to be lying in...
#city
#drugs
179 reads
3 Comments
Dreamer4ever1979
Poem Published
15th Aug 2024 12:32pm
15th Aug 2024 12:32pm
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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0 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
17th Jun 2024 8:42pm
17th Jun 2024 8:42pm
All’s Fair In Love And War
THE GRAND MILLENNIUM CONDOMINIUMS
Manhattan, New York
Upper West Side
Dmeshii slipped into his suit jacket as he escaped down the fire exit stairwell. He opened the door to the first floor and peeped his head around the doorpost; he looked in both directions and then stepped onto the mauve colored carpet. Dmeshii hurried down the quiet corridor. He looked both ways and then opened the door to a janitorial closet. He stepped inside and yanked the chain light switch down.
Dmeshii lifted a stack of folded green trash bags. He grabbed his MP412 REX 357...
Manhattan, New York
Upper West Side
Dmeshii slipped into his suit jacket as he escaped down the fire exit stairwell. He opened the door to the first floor and peeped his head around the doorpost; he looked in both directions and then stepped onto the mauve colored carpet. Dmeshii hurried down the quiet corridor. He looked both ways and then opened the door to a janitorial closet. He stepped inside and yanked the chain light switch down.
Dmeshii lifted a stack of folded green trash bags. He grabbed his MP412 REX 357...
#city
#drugs
336 reads
3 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
20th May 2024 10:09pm
20th May 2024 10:09pm
Come and See
I’m the dimly lit alley,
the grit born of the sidewalks and
asphalt, an uneasy feeling, a city breeze
that whispers something bad is going
to happen
Come and see…
the grit born of the sidewalks and
asphalt, an uneasy feeling, a city breeze
that whispers something bad is going
to happen
Come and see…
#anger
#city
#violence
16 reads
7 Comments
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