Poems About the City Seeking Friendly Advice
#city
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
69 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
47 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
56 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
46 reads
2 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
135 reads
7 Comments
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
74 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
95 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
74 reads
2 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
297 reads
4 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
350 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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