Poems About the City Seeking Honest Critique
#city
Brixton Snow
1992, Brixton Prison, a golden dreadlock Snowy, plays his position, cooling in his cell and watching some television.
He walks with a limp through the wing, his boat bares a grin, and they say, "Have you got a pebble in your shoe and ting?"
Sporting circle sunglasses just like John Lennon, they cover his mince-pies, he is one fly felon.
He was a ragga MC, and he spat pure Patois. He didn't make generic hip hop, like your average rapper.
Now he is released from the shovel and pick, he's got his eyes on the prize, so he won't miss a trick! ...
He walks with a limp through the wing, his boat bares a grin, and they say, "Have you got a pebble in your shoe and ting?"
Sporting circle sunglasses just like John Lennon, they cover his mince-pies, he is one fly felon.
He was a ragga MC, and he spat pure Patois. He didn't make generic hip hop, like your average rapper.
Now he is released from the shovel and pick, he's got his eyes on the prize, so he won't miss a trick! ...
#city
#music
#prison
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Let's See If This Is The Perfect Spot
Both Jessica and
Keith walked together
to where they would do
a Victoria's
Secret photoshoot.
Keith walked together
to where they would do
a Victoria's
Secret photoshoot.
#beauty
#city
#fiction
#art
#success
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Dusk Descends on Durham: An Evening Palette on Main and Morris
In Bull City’s lap, where history sleeps and wakes,
Under twilight’s tender gaze, the cityscape remakes.
With grace in its core, the bull stands in might,
While ancestors’ whispers float into the night.
In the embrace of change, where old meets new,
A dance of shadows and light, a diverse crew.
Skylines stretch upwards, reaching for dreams,
As history's fabric tugs at the seams.
Gentle is the hum of the growing town,
Where progress wears its sparkling crown.
Yet, in the bustling streets, the bull’s eyes gleam,
Guarding the...
Under twilight’s tender gaze, the cityscape remakes.
With grace in its core, the bull stands in might,
While ancestors’ whispers float into the night.
In the embrace of change, where old meets new,
A dance of shadows and light, a diverse crew.
Skylines stretch upwards, reaching for dreams,
As history's fabric tugs at the seams.
Gentle is the hum of the growing town,
Where progress wears its sparkling crown.
Yet, in the bustling streets, the bull’s eyes gleam,
Guarding the...
#city
#sky
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you have to expect changes
felt a bit lost, actually, walking
around the city.
I knew where I was going,
and how to get there, but all the same, I felt a bit lost.
I remembered how it was ..
around the city.
I knew where I was going,
and how to get there, but all the same, I felt a bit lost.
I remembered how it was ..
#city
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the archaeological gains
an old church in the city, but the city doesn’t come into this poem, which is all about the silence in the crypt, but something of the old city remains
#city
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on london’s outskirts
from the train window he could see
the back gardens of crayford, with washing lines full of trousers and shirts and bed clothes but where, where, where were the flowers .. ?
the back gardens of crayford, with washing lines full of trousers and shirts and bed clothes but where, where, where were the flowers .. ?
#city
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he looks for something to give her amidst the crowd
christmas isn’t a great time
to be in town hobbling around
with the aid of a stick at it, though, she’s worth it
to be in town hobbling around
with the aid of a stick at it, though, she’s worth it
#city
#Christmas
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Gray Grey Blue Sky Broken Heart
Truth is all that blue sky and sunshine are bad for you
Give me a perfectly gray day
Or grey if you're going UK
Everyone wants a water view
Give me the alley
Stray cats and beggars
Broken glass
Twilight is paradise
Dusk and my broken heart
Give me a perfectly gray day
Or grey if you're going UK
Everyone wants a water view
Give me the alley
Stray cats and beggars
Broken glass
Twilight is paradise
Dusk and my broken heart
#identity
#city
#myself #pagan
#myself #pagan
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Not A Good Idea To Accept A Cousin's Party Invite
Jenny was
invited to go with
her cousin Sharon to celebrate
New Years Eve at Times Square where she got drunk on a
few beers and woke up naked in some
motel room with some guy
next to her.
invited to go with
her cousin Sharon to celebrate
New Years Eve at Times Square where she got drunk on a
few beers and woke up naked in some
motel room with some guy
next to her.
#city
#alcohol
#fiction
#sensual
#NewYear
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Alive in a Ghost Town
Daily zombie parade
death of the social charade
preoccupied ghosts by the score
all neighbors ignored
I can't take it anymore
I want to move to a ghost town
Small town vibe
united tribe
easy to be
a community
historical site
party at night
small mountain town
I'm new life bound
I want to move to a ghost town.
In the town of Jerome
I might finally feel at home
my neighbors would know my name
lack of distractions
lots of local interaction
I think I would thrive
where people...
death of the social charade
preoccupied ghosts by the score
all neighbors ignored
I can't take it anymore
I want to move to a ghost town
Small town vibe
united tribe
easy to be
a community
historical site
party at night
small mountain town
I'm new life bound
I want to move to a ghost town.
In the town of Jerome
I might finally feel at home
my neighbors would know my name
lack of distractions
lots of local interaction
I think I would thrive
where people...
#city
#ghosts
#LifeGoals
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by the slice
I feel it!
in my stomach
that low vibration
of want...
need
I crave pizza
not a whole pie
mind you
just a slice or
two
but there is a
problem
around here most
of the pizza shops
that sell by the slice
are already closed
leaving me with the
damnable choice of
a dozen cookie cutter
big outfit cooperate
America pizza chains
with their crust that
taste like paste
their cheese as flat
as a glass bottom
boat...
in my stomach
that low vibration
of want...
need
I crave pizza
not a whole pie
mind you
just a slice or
two
but there is a
problem
around here most
of the pizza shops
that sell by the slice
are already closed
leaving me with the
damnable choice of
a dozen cookie cutter
big outfit cooperate
America pizza chains
with their crust that
taste like paste
their cheese as flat
as a glass bottom
boat...
#America
#city
#prison
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Soy real
Yo era de la calle, bebé
Y te juro que soy real
Pero cuando nomas te pienso
Quiero preguntar a ti que tal
fumando bombas, tomando bien,
las cosas de vivir,
y del amor yo siento más
y me pongo a sufrir,
a ver tu cara
tocar tu piel
o quizás
nomas escuchar tu voz,
a mi no quiero nada más
pero de conocernos dos
Y te juro que soy real
Pero cuando nomas te pienso
Quiero preguntar a ti que tal
fumando bombas, tomando bien,
las cosas de vivir,
y del amor yo siento más
y me pongo a sufrir,
a ver tu cara
tocar tu piel
o quizás
nomas escuchar tu voz,
a mi no quiero nada más
pero de conocernos dos
#love
#city
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DU Poetry : Poems About the City Seeking Honest Critique