Poems About the City Seeking Friendly Advice
#city
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
29th Apr 2022 2:04am
29th Apr 2022 2:04am
Bringing The War To You (Ghosting That Ass Part III)
#murder
#city
#drugs #revenge
#drugs #revenge
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16 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
17th Apr 2022 3:12pm
17th Apr 2022 3:12pm
Ghosting His Ass... Part II
#murder
#city
#drugs
348 reads
11 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2022 3:08am
2nd Apr 2022 3:08am
You Got Me My Queen I
#city
#drugs
#revenge
350 reads
16 Comments
Adelphina
Poem Published
9th Mar 2022 3:41am
9th Mar 2022 3:41am
Graffiti Electricity
Raptures of concrete
Five stories high
Legacies of the streets
Inherited with backdrop skies
Tattooed walls for outlaws
Society of the untamed
Chasing crazed brain fame
Stolen bricks of unsold gold
Colors exposed and paroled
Escaping an incarcerated mind
Sketches showcasing mankind
Spray can dreams that combine
Gangster calligraphy
Kilowatts of creativity
Graffiti Electricity
Five stories high
Legacies of the streets
Inherited with backdrop skies
Tattooed walls for outlaws
Society of the untamed
Chasing crazed brain fame
Stolen bricks of unsold gold
Colors exposed and paroled
Escaping an incarcerated mind
Sketches showcasing mankind
Spray can dreams that combine
Gangster calligraphy
Kilowatts of creativity
Graffiti Electricity
#city
#art
483 reads
18 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
17th Feb 2022 7:24pm
17th Feb 2022 7:24pm
Honoring The Legends Of Gangsta’s Paradise
These motherfuckas must don’t know who they are fucking with
What, you think a sista can’t have an education, and still roll up on some good hard dick
Taking you down with a head shot hit
Making it happen when you come taking that yang in my hood
I will fuck you up without recognition so don’t get my mission misunderstood
You know how I represent myself, flying bullets have no names on them once felt
Moving the coke, bitches, and gun whipping a snitch, cementing his shoes so his crew know his ass been straight...
What, you think a sista can’t have an education, and still roll up on some good hard dick
Taking you down with a head shot hit
Making it happen when you come taking that yang in my hood
I will fuck you up without recognition so don’t get my mission misunderstood
You know how I represent myself, flying bullets have no names on them once felt
Moving the coke, bitches, and gun whipping a snitch, cementing his shoes so his crew know his ass been straight...
#city
#rap
#culture
473 reads
9 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2022 00:28am
2nd Feb 2022 00:28am
I Feel You Langston Hughes
I am the jelly roll who dat listening to the music of my soul
Midnight corn rolls swinging down my history’s back
Looking fly for this cool daddy cat
Mellow words blowing from the jazz out my mind
Enveloping for the brothas who stand and kissing dainty hands fresh off the grapevine
Then sipping on her soul like fine aged wine
Who you girl with that aged chocolate skin looking might fine
Between those fat thighs enticing a man giving him the cream of his ancestral dreams
Producing great handsome Kings, and sexy...
Midnight corn rolls swinging down my history’s back
Looking fly for this cool daddy cat
Mellow words blowing from the jazz out my mind
Enveloping for the brothas who stand and kissing dainty hands fresh off the grapevine
Then sipping on her soul like fine aged wine
Who you girl with that aged chocolate skin looking might fine
Between those fat thighs enticing a man giving him the cream of his ancestral dreams
Producing great handsome Kings, and sexy...
#city
#WritingPoetry
#culture #passion
#culture #passion
417 reads
12 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
30th Jan 2022 12:10pm
30th Jan 2022 12:10pm
a boxer and an actor
The boxer and the actor
I saw them on the sidewalk near The Radio music Hall
in New York, Jack was telling Alan a joke
Jack Dempsey wore a sport’s jacket, brown trousers
a white shirt’s open, top button open
shiny shoes; Alan Ladd, wore a grey suit, with matching
tie (Everyone had shiny shoe trainers not yet invented)
I noticed he was considerably smaller than Jack.
I was in awe had never seen someone famous
life and up close; this was, in 1957, I was so young.
I bought a ticket to see the show at the music hall
before the movie...
I saw them on the sidewalk near The Radio music Hall
in New York, Jack was telling Alan a joke
Jack Dempsey wore a sport’s jacket, brown trousers
a white shirt’s open, top button open
shiny shoes; Alan Ladd, wore a grey suit, with matching
tie (Everyone had shiny shoe trainers not yet invented)
I noticed he was considerably smaller than Jack.
I was in awe had never seen someone famous
life and up close; this was, in 1957, I was so young.
I bought a ticket to see the show at the music hall
before the movie...
#home
#America
#school
#city
#utopia
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oskar
Poem Published
15th Jan 2022 9:34am
15th Jan 2022 9:34am
the smallest life
The smallest life
In front of me on the narrow track leading into the bushes,
I picked up a tiny field mouse held in the palm of my hand
where it fell asleep.
The tiny life was white and brown had eyes, heart and lungs like me.
What what’s next? I could not stay here all day with outstretched arm
waiting for the mouse to awake
I put it in my pocket when hearing the sheep coming down the track.
When dusty wool had walked past, I put the hand in my pocket
the mouse was not there; one thing to hold a mouse in my hand,
another thing is...
In front of me on the narrow track leading into the bushes,
I picked up a tiny field mouse held in the palm of my hand
where it fell asleep.
The tiny life was white and brown had eyes, heart and lungs like me.
What what’s next? I could not stay here all day with outstretched arm
waiting for the mouse to awake
I put it in my pocket when hearing the sheep coming down the track.
When dusty wool had walked past, I put the hand in my pocket
the mouse was not there; one thing to hold a mouse in my hand,
another thing is...
#home
#school
#city #earth
#city #earth
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MartenHoyle
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2021 2:43pm
23rd Nov 2021 2:43pm
(...)
(…)
As faceless as the one you choose
I gaze in the mirror of many views,
Hating the reflections staring right through me,
For the eyes show what you still mean to me.
I do not need the dews of yesterday,
I only need new wings to carry me away.
I will take what I see and what once I held
And all the dreams wherein you dwelled
I do not need a warden to tell me I’m a prisoner
To the way things never were
And though what should hangs within my cell,
I never could bring myself to bid my dreams farewell.
There are...
As faceless as the one you choose
I gaze in the mirror of many views,
Hating the reflections staring right through me,
For the eyes show what you still mean to me.
I do not need the dews of yesterday,
I only need new wings to carry me away.
I will take what I see and what once I held
And all the dreams wherein you dwelled
I do not need a warden to tell me I’m a prisoner
To the way things never were
And though what should hangs within my cell,
I never could bring myself to bid my dreams farewell.
There are...
#depression
#heartbroken
#breakup
#city
#emotional
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0 Comments
MartenHoyle
Poem Published
18th Nov 2021 5:10pm
18th Nov 2021 5:10pm
(...)
(…)
Daydreaming of the sun,
Of a day not yet begun
Upon a city that is to be—
A city standing silently.
Diamond will be the towers,
And softly sighing, the flowers
Will bloom from their earthen bed
While petals and waters are wed
In fountains of whispering bouquets
That glitter and glisten in the rays
Where shadows wander musically
To the weeping of the melancholy
That pervades the sunrise
Within the aureate skies.
No bells will ring within the steeple,
As wanders not the footfall of the people ...
Daydreaming of the sun,
Of a day not yet begun
Upon a city that is to be—
A city standing silently.
Diamond will be the towers,
And softly sighing, the flowers
Will bloom from their earthen bed
While petals and waters are wed
In fountains of whispering bouquets
That glitter and glisten in the rays
Where shadows wander musically
To the weeping of the melancholy
That pervades the sunrise
Within the aureate skies.
No bells will ring within the steeple,
As wanders not the footfall of the people ...
#death
#city
#birds
#summer
#graveyard
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0 Comments
Sweetlovin76
Poem Published
14th Oct 2021 8:31pm
14th Oct 2021 8:31pm
Paris
Oh Paris, such a lovely
city it is, all of the hustle
and bustle. The people
walking by in a hurry.
Oh beautiful Paris, how I
would love to be here. My heart
flutters when I see you
in pictures.
I adore all the beauty and
the Eiffel Tower which it
stands higher
and strong.
Oh Paris, you are so lovely
in every way, that you
give me butterflies in
my tummy.
Oh Paris, I love how the
lights shine at night so brightly.
It puts me in a state of trance.
city it is, all of the hustle
and bustle. The people
walking by in a hurry.
Oh beautiful Paris, how I
would love to be here. My heart
flutters when I see you
in pictures.
I adore all the beauty and
the Eiffel Tower which it
stands higher
and strong.
Oh Paris, you are so lovely
in every way, that you
give me butterflies in
my tummy.
Oh Paris, I love how the
lights shine at night so brightly.
It puts me in a state of trance.
#city
230 reads
4 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
28th Feb 2021 6:53am
28th Feb 2021 6:53am
the horses
THE HORSES
There was grassland with a river crossing, a natural barrier.
White horses on one side, and muscular brown horses on the other side.
If one looks well, there are foals of mixed race, they good genes and will
in time carve out their land, higher up, near the hills and water.
When farmers wanted a horse for ploughing, they lassoed a brown horse,
for lighter work, like driving the ladies to the church in a buggy, a white horse
was chosen mainly because they were malleable to handle.
Tragedy struck, developers bought the land, houses were built,...
There was grassland with a river crossing, a natural barrier.
White horses on one side, and muscular brown horses on the other side.
If one looks well, there are foals of mixed race, they good genes and will
in time carve out their land, higher up, near the hills and water.
When farmers wanted a horse for ploughing, they lassoed a brown horse,
for lighter work, like driving the ladies to the church in a buggy, a white horse
was chosen mainly because they were malleable to handle.
Tragedy struck, developers bought the land, houses were built,...
#home
#city
#earth
#beach
#Britain
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