Least Read Poems About the City
#city
poetjj
Poem Published
16th Dec 2022 10:14pm
16th Dec 2022 10:14pm
This poem is called It Was A Great City
with Great People
Yes...with Tall Great Buildings....
that reached High...to the Sky.....
..........
....and
....the Light....that shown
....from this city......
was Great.....
......and could be seen....
. ....for miles and miles away....
......
.....
But then...one dark night...
.....for some reason.....
....
All went Dark....!!!!!!!!!.....
....
Yes....all the Light....that was shining....
in this Great City......
was suddenly Black.....!!!!!!!!!
....
and....the Great People of the...
Yes...with Tall Great Buildings....
that reached High...to the Sky.....
..........
....and
....the Light....that shown
....from this city......
was Great.....
......and could be seen....
. ....for miles and miles away....
......
.....
But then...one dark night...
.....for some reason.....
....
All went Dark....!!!!!!!!!.....
....
Yes....all the Light....that was shining....
in this Great City......
was suddenly Black.....!!!!!!!!!
....
and....the Great People of the...
#city
#God
#Christian
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
16th Dec 2022 6:07am
16th Dec 2022 6:07am
Haight/Ashbury
Haight/Ashbury
Haight Street Long Gone Past Ashbury
Where the purple crowd gathers
For a convocation of beggars
One holds alms cap for coins
Fresh from the heavenly mint
Hoping for Sacagawea’s progeny
As silver dollars emancipated from the pockets
Of passersby on the road to Highway miles
Where a pouch
Hangs on a stick for luck of Louisiana
“I have purple and gold in my mind”
His Baton Rouge mind blitz
Borrows my billfold
Into an opening
That unfolds like a memory
Of terracotta roofs
But his beatific...
Haight Street Long Gone Past Ashbury
Where the purple crowd gathers
For a convocation of beggars
One holds alms cap for coins
Fresh from the heavenly mint
Hoping for Sacagawea’s progeny
As silver dollars emancipated from the pockets
Of passersby on the road to Highway miles
Where a pouch
Hangs on a stick for luck of Louisiana
“I have purple and gold in my mind”
His Baton Rouge mind blitz
Borrows my billfold
Into an opening
That unfolds like a memory
Of terracotta roofs
But his beatific...
#happiness
#city
#homelessness #surreal
#homelessness #surreal
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Green_Arrow
Poem Published
15th Jan 2023 4:09am
15th Jan 2023 4:09am
But I'm Not Her Guy
While walking
down the street, I saw this
one blond chick smiling at me like she
knows me from somewhere before she moved closer, called
me "Jason" and was about to kiss
me on the lips but I
pulled away.
And after
I asked that chick what her
name was, she came to realize that
she mistook me for someone else because her guy
is able to remember who she
is right away but I'm
not her guy.
down the street, I saw this
one blond chick smiling at me like she
knows me from somewhere before she moved closer, called
me "Jason" and was about to kiss
me on the lips but I
pulled away.
And after
I asked that chick what her
name was, she came to realize that
she mistook me for someone else because her guy
is able to remember who she
is right away but I'm
not her guy.
#city
#fiction
#honesty
#dialogue
#confusion
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
29th Dec 2022 00:43am
29th Dec 2022 00:43am
if only you looked around you
the victorian buildings behind the glass offices are still there - that’s the thing about glass offices, you can see right through ‘em if you care
to
to
#city
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2023 1:41am
3rd Jan 2023 1:41am
good luck
the city is full of alleys and passages from dickens and tunnels
his way out of his head saying what the f#ck ..
his way out of his head saying what the f#ck ..
#city
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
11th Oct 2022 00:48am
11th Oct 2022 00:48am
crossing the road is the pedestrians’ test ..
don’t feel the
city streets
these days I feel the wind
and the rain and the
oncoming lorries & buses
and taxis and motorcars
that weigh my
head down
and hope for the best ..
city streets
these days I feel the wind
and the rain and the
oncoming lorries & buses
and taxis and motorcars
that weigh my
head down
and hope for the best ..
#city
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