Poems About the City Seeking Friendly Advice
#city
wolfatthedoor1966
Poem Published
25th Mar 2024 2:45am
25th Mar 2024 2:45am
old man feeding pigeons
there is
a sad
look
on the
old man's
face,
sitting in
the park,
on
a bench
feeding
pigeons.
there is
a sad,
lonely look
on the
old man's
face,
sitting in
the park,
on
a bench,
feeding
pigeons.
there is
a sad,
lonely
and lost
look
on the
old man's
face,
sitting in
the park,
on
a bench,
feeding
pigeons.
the
old man's
pockets
are now
empty,
the pigeons ...
a sad
look
on the
old man's
face,
sitting in
the park,
on
a bench
feeding
pigeons.
there is
a sad,
lonely look
on the
old man's
face,
sitting in
the park,
on
a bench,
feeding
pigeons.
there is
a sad,
lonely
and lost
look
on the
old man's
face,
sitting in
the park,
on
a bench,
feeding
pigeons.
the
old man's
pockets
are now
empty,
the pigeons ...
#kindness
#city
#birds #nature
#birds #nature
234 reads
10 Comments
wolfatthedoor1966
Poem Published
5th Mar 2024 00:50am
5th Mar 2024 00:50am
the old city
the old
city needs
to be
reincorporated,
the skeleton
needs
new flesh,
opened eyes
out of
curiosity,
her lover's
life
breathed back
into her,
a crowd
of people
wandering
inside
of her,
debating,
discussing
how they
can continue
to keep
her alive
from
now on.
city needs
to be
reincorporated,
the skeleton
needs
new flesh,
opened eyes
out of
curiosity,
her lover's
life
breathed back
into her,
a crowd
of people
wandering
inside
of her,
debating,
discussing
how they
can continue
to keep
her alive
from
now on.
#identity
#city
#environment
#consumerism
#responsibility
198 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
17th Feb 2024 1:23am
17th Feb 2024 1:23am
Azuls de Barrancas del Cobre (Copper Canyon Blues)
Azuls de Barrancas del Cobre
(Copper Canyon Blues)
Dusty Chihuahua desolation
At lonely train depot
Desert crossroads for rail journey
Arrival
Copper Canyon is cantina calypso drums
On the slopes of the valley spirit
and the manger in a holy hostel
is a bunk bed for my blue traveler soul
Where a feminine voice sings from above
A rosary in Spanish timbre
As I sink into a paradise of lullabies
To her novena nirvana
When the sun returns like a prodigal son ...
(Copper Canyon Blues)
Dusty Chihuahua desolation
At lonely train depot
Desert crossroads for rail journey
Arrival
Copper Canyon is cantina calypso drums
On the slopes of the valley spirit
and the manger in a holy hostel
is a bunk bed for my blue traveler soul
Where a feminine voice sings from above
A rosary in Spanish timbre
As I sink into a paradise of lullabies
To her novena nirvana
When the sun returns like a prodigal son ...
#romantic
#city
#nature
#trains
#marijuana
218 reads
0 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
15th Feb 2024 12:06pm
15th Feb 2024 12:06pm
I Once Was Lost
Gone the enchanted days of childhood past
Left bleeding in the streets of the city
For the golden innocence does not last
The concrete and steel bear them no pity
Grievous are the lost souls that hunger so
Amidst the curtain fall of times gone by
Their hearts empty of love they ought to know
Somewhere lost in a looping lullaby
Left lying in the shade of skyscrapers
Escaping the heat of desperation
Faces of death in the asphalt vapores
The fading pulse of a broken nation
They were the future once so brave and bold ...
Left bleeding in the streets of the city
For the golden innocence does not last
The concrete and steel bear them no pity
Grievous are the lost souls that hunger so
Amidst the curtain fall of times gone by
Their hearts empty of love they ought to know
Somewhere lost in a looping lullaby
Left lying in the shade of skyscrapers
Escaping the heat of desperation
Faces of death in the asphalt vapores
The fading pulse of a broken nation
They were the future once so brave and bold ...
#city
#alcohol
#homelessness
88 reads
6 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
26th Dec 2023 10:22pm
26th Dec 2023 10:22pm
Mr. Sancho’s Rainbow Dance
Mr. Sancho’s Rainbow Dance
Dreadlocks flying free as the wind
He finds redemption
In a Marley vinyl
That fine-tunes his soul
For an irrepressible dance
On the streets of Old Cartagena
Where he is a song of nature
Strummed on the guitar of his body
When his sinewy muscle strings vibrate
To the freedom of a Caribeña breeze
There he hovers like a dragonfly
In the shadow of Spanish colonial Cathedral
Winged feet dance with the sun
In his Caribbean sandals
As he flamenco struts
With a sunbeam...
Dreadlocks flying free as the wind
He finds redemption
In a Marley vinyl
That fine-tunes his soul
For an irrepressible dance
On the streets of Old Cartagena
Where he is a song of nature
Strummed on the guitar of his body
When his sinewy muscle strings vibrate
To the freedom of a Caribeña breeze
There he hovers like a dragonfly
In the shadow of Spanish colonial Cathedral
Winged feet dance with the sun
In his Caribbean sandals
As he flamenco struts
With a sunbeam...
#city
#music
#freedom
#escape
#dance
128 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
25th Dec 2023 9:03pm
25th Dec 2023 9:03pm
Elegance In the Eye of Cartageña’s Pearl
Elegance In the Eye of Cartageña’s Pearl
Down from the misty mountains
Where she labored
Under the sign of the jaguar
Beneath the jade sun
Harvesting sacramental beans
Lemon sunshine streets
Of Columbian citrus dreams
Where native lady flowers
In rainbow dyed gown
And cinnamon perfume
She poses for pictures
With strange American men
An international diplomat
Who speaks no English
But knows the language ...
Down from the misty mountains
Where she labored
Under the sign of the jaguar
Beneath the jade sun
Harvesting sacramental beans
Lemon sunshine streets
Of Columbian citrus dreams
Where native lady flowers
In rainbow dyed gown
And cinnamon perfume
She poses for pictures
With strange American men
An international diplomat
Who speaks no English
But knows the language ...
#mother
#children
#women #city
#women #city
216 reads
4 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
8th Dec 2023 7:03pm
8th Dec 2023 7:03pm
Rye and Cigar Smoke
Subway trains
move like veins
beneath the skin of
a hardened city.
In the shadow of skyscrapers
the cool air of desperation
lingers.
Too much make-up cracks
the fake smiles,
while fair weather friends
still watch the
clown show.
Woes cast to the wind.
Scented with rye and
cigar smoke.
A glass half full for a
life half empty.
Clad in a you’ll do attitude
he takes her arm.
So ensues the transaction of
pressed flesh and platitudes.
The greater business ...
move like veins
beneath the skin of
a hardened city.
In the shadow of skyscrapers
the cool air of desperation
lingers.
Too much make-up cracks
the fake smiles,
while fair weather friends
still watch the
clown show.
Woes cast to the wind.
Scented with rye and
cigar smoke.
A glass half full for a
life half empty.
Clad in a you’ll do attitude
he takes her arm.
So ensues the transaction of
pressed flesh and platitudes.
The greater business ...
#city
#despair
71 reads
5 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2023 1:28am
23rd Nov 2023 1:28am
Entangled
THE GRAND MILLENNIUM CONDOMINIUMS
Manhattan, New York
Upper West Side
Marcus lifted the saturated loofah and wrung it over Zaniyah’s shoulder blade.
The soapy water droplets slid down her skin.
Marcus pulled Zaniyah back against his chest.
“Baby, let me ask you a question.”
Zaniyah pivoted her head upward.
“Yes.”
“And answer me honesty, strictly off the record.”
“Would you just ask me the question handsome?”
...
Manhattan, New York
Upper West Side
Marcus lifted the saturated loofah and wrung it over Zaniyah’s shoulder blade.
The soapy water droplets slid down her skin.
Marcus pulled Zaniyah back against his chest.
“Baby, let me ask you a question.”
Zaniyah pivoted her head upward.
“Yes.”
“And answer me honesty, strictly off the record.”
“Would you just ask me the question handsome?”
...
#corruption
#city
#lover
308 reads
2 Comments
wolfatthedoor1966
Poem Published
31st Oct 2023 4:07am
31st Oct 2023 4:07am
santorini
those towering
stone cliffs
hold you,
sentinel like
monuments
at santorini,
they are
unmovable
cliffs
since conceived,
their first
breaths,
unapologetic,
that same
stable gaze,
from
countless eyes,
the waters
around you,
safe,
satisfied
below you,
each wave
rising, falling,
resting on
your shore,
washing
your feet.
stone cliffs
hold you,
sentinel like
monuments
at santorini,
they are
unmovable
cliffs
since conceived,
their first
breaths,
unapologetic,
that same
stable gaze,
from
countless eyes,
the waters
around you,
safe,
satisfied
below you,
each wave
rising, falling,
resting on
your shore,
washing
your feet.
#identity
#city
#beach
#culture
#tradition
203 reads
8 Comments
The_Nun_Runner
Poem Published
9th Sep 2023 1:53am
9th Sep 2023 1:53am
You About To Get Served And Straight Dealt (Ghosting That Ass IV Of V)
My Queen, the Mexican Cartel want a sit down meeting with you
Nobody wants an all out war in the streets between the crews
Gee, how long have you known me
I will fuck you up or shoot you in your head while you on your knees
Adversity and taking a nigga out, while you half past dead, bleeding out, and still begging for your life with a oh no, pretty please
And bring me that weird looking ass bitch, I heard he was the inside snitch
just make sure to keep your hand on the trigger in...
Nobody wants an all out war in the streets between the crews
Gee, how long have you known me
I will fuck you up or shoot you in your head while you on your knees
Adversity and taking a nigga out, while you half past dead, bleeding out, and still begging for your life with a oh no, pretty please
And bring me that weird looking ass bitch, I heard he was the inside snitch
just make sure to keep your hand on the trigger in...
#city
#MovingOn
270 reads
2 Comments
The_Nun_Runner
Poem Published
7th Sep 2023 2:51pm
7th Sep 2023 2:51pm
All The Queen’s Men
Sugar Hill Estates
NoHo Manhattan
My Queen how does it feel to be legit
You know I never did eat where I sit when I piss
Send word out to the Cartels
Come correct with that pure cut, or I will send them all to hell
Make sure you strap up
Those boy’s toys are hard cut
And I need my crew’s eyes when we float down in the dirty South
Shoot anyone who gives you any mouth
Gee, who do we know in those parts we can trust
My Queen, no one, the last time, we thought we were on the up and up, you...
NoHo Manhattan
My Queen how does it feel to be legit
You know I never did eat where I sit when I piss
Send word out to the Cartels
Come correct with that pure cut, or I will send them all to hell
Make sure you strap up
Those boy’s toys are hard cut
And I need my crew’s eyes when we float down in the dirty South
Shoot anyone who gives you any mouth
Gee, who do we know in those parts we can trust
My Queen, no one, the last time, we thought we were on the up and up, you...
#city
507 reads
8 Comments
The_Nun_Runner
Poem Published
5th Sep 2023 6:05pm
5th Sep 2023 6:05pm
187 (The Nun Runner Series VI)
You want some of this smoke… yeah I’m the one doing the puffing
I will blow smoke up your ass and leave you huffing
No, my sista I don’t get down with cunts I cannot wax
Hold this bitch still while I break her legs with my autographed Sammie Sosa baseball bat
Your dumb ass done confused the tigeress with the cat
Coming all up to my table popping yang
If you aint dined on Beluga Sturgeon Caviar and know how to apply pain
Then bitch you can’t even say my name
This is a rich game and not for the wanna be gangsta bitches
And death to all the...
I will blow smoke up your ass and leave you huffing
No, my sista I don’t get down with cunts I cannot wax
Hold this bitch still while I break her legs with my autographed Sammie Sosa baseball bat
Your dumb ass done confused the tigeress with the cat
Coming all up to my table popping yang
If you aint dined on Beluga Sturgeon Caviar and know how to apply pain
Then bitch you can’t even say my name
This is a rich game and not for the wanna be gangsta bitches
And death to all the...
#city
#drugs
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2 Comments
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