Long Poems About the City
#city
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
16th Mar 2025 3:14pm
16th Mar 2025 3:14pm
~& the caw-ing cute, the cranial city Crow.. will go uncared for:(
at fourish fivish this a dark sunday dawn..
I hear the sharp & haste cawing calls
of them
(… yes, the same them whom had known
& bonded well right from my childhood…
them- the gathered brainy birds..
the simplistic & highly social, the indian
house crow in its black n faded bodied
greys.. in its small statured built than
their bigger relative.. the wild pitch black
violent ravens…
thanks to my dad, an avid bird lover.. he
used to feed them on a daily routine...
I hear the sharp & haste cawing calls
of them
(… yes, the same them whom had known
& bonded well right from my childhood…
them- the gathered brainy birds..
the simplistic & highly social, the indian
house crow in its black n faded bodied
greys.. in its small statured built than
their bigger relative.. the wild pitch black
violent ravens…
thanks to my dad, an avid bird lover.. he
used to feed them on a daily routine...
#anger
#birds
#CallToAction
#city
#nature
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4 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
10th Feb 2025 9:59pm
10th Feb 2025 9:59pm
Philadelphia state of mind I must speak of
Soft and silken Sisterly affection blanketing by some weakening King's love
An addictive inner city of carnal pleasure seeking distractions
An enticing tour to roam deep within the soul, a rapid pulse for private satisfaction
Mm... the turnpike curves of Pennsylvania, nestled between New Jersey and New York
The main dish of butter rum a la carte can be enjoyed without any spoons or forks
Palate dining pleasure catered for three
Swinging balls enjoying...
Soft and silken Sisterly affection blanketing by some weakening King's love
An addictive inner city of carnal pleasure seeking distractions
An enticing tour to roam deep within the soul, a rapid pulse for private satisfaction
Mm... the turnpike curves of Pennsylvania, nestled between New Jersey and New York
The main dish of butter rum a la carte can be enjoyed without any spoons or forks
Palate dining pleasure catered for three
Swinging balls enjoying...
#mythology
#spiritual
#water #city
#water #city
156 reads
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
87 reads
2 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
16th Nov 2024 5:59am
16th Nov 2024 5:59am
The Star That Never Sleeps
Through the north window my chamber glows,
A star with uncanny light bestows.
Through long hellish hours of blackness and fear,
In the autumn of the year, when winds jeer,
From the north they curse and whine,
Through red-leaved trees, the swamp’s grim design,
Where mutterings in shadows creep,
Under the horned moon's baleful sweep.
I sit, by the casement's cold embrace,
And watch the star that holds its place.
Cassiopeia reels from her heights so bright,
Charles’ Wain lumbers through the night. ...
A star with uncanny light bestows.
Through long hellish hours of blackness and fear,
In the autumn of the year, when winds jeer,
From the north they curse and whine,
Through red-leaved trees, the swamp’s grim design,
Where mutterings in shadows creep,
Under the horned moon's baleful sweep.
I sit, by the casement's cold embrace,
And watch the star that holds its place.
Cassiopeia reels from her heights so bright,
Charles’ Wain lumbers through the night. ...
#city
#memories
#regret #stars
#regret #stars
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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
288 reads
4 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
28th Jul 2024 11:20pm
28th Jul 2024 11:20pm
A Tuesday in July at 6:28 am (Part 2)
On my second day out on the Atlantic City Boardwalk, I headed down towards the Claridge Hotel and Brighten Park. As seen in the picture. The Claridge was once a Hotel/Casino from 1981 to 2014. Since 2014 the Claridge operates as a hotel.
Brighten Park which is adjacent to the hotel sits right off the Boardwalk. This park is home to the Korean War Veterans Memorial which was decicated in July of 2000. Sadly, as I was admiring the wall and statues, about six or seven people were shooting up on the concrete steps. Horrible to see & witness. These were a mix of older & younger...
Brighten Park which is adjacent to the hotel sits right off the Boardwalk. This park is home to the Korean War Veterans Memorial which was decicated in July of 2000. Sadly, as I was admiring the wall and statues, about six or seven people were shooting up on the concrete steps. Horrible to see & witness. These were a mix of older & younger...
#addiction
#city
#homelessness
#nonfiction
#TruthOfLife
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5 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
28th Jul 2024 9:07pm
28th Jul 2024 9:07pm
A Monday in July at 6:45 am (Part 1)
A steamy summer morning. Haze covering most of the city. I decided to head south on the most famous street in the world at one time, the Atlantic City Boardwalk.
I walked across the Boardwalk towards a walkway that led down to the beach near the LandShark Bar & Grill. An older couple with two young children were enjoying the ocean before anyone else. They had free reign. Just them and the seagulls. The waves were already looking quite menacing. That's a great thing. Later on today I'll be here, swimming, riding waves and thrashing all about.
I headed back onto...
I walked across the Boardwalk towards a walkway that led down to the beach near the LandShark Bar & Grill. An older couple with two young children were enjoying the ocean before anyone else. They had free reign. Just them and the seagulls. The waves were already looking quite menacing. That's a great thing. Later on today I'll be here, swimming, riding waves and thrashing all about.
I headed back onto...
#beach
#city
#historical
#nonfiction
#poverty
148 reads
11 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
343 reads
3 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
27th May 2024 10:39pm
27th May 2024 10:39pm
The Hit Is Going Down
BANK OF AMERICA
Manhattan, New York
“Ma’am are you sure this man tried to rob you.”
Zaniyah looked up; she tried at best to read Marcus’ response behind his sunglasses.
Marcus slightly nodded his head.
“Yes he did.”
The head security officer lifted his walkie-talkie to his mouth and pressed in a button.
Marcus saw two men hurrying down the street.
“I think the lady needs to get inside the bank, and now?” Marcus barked.
Zaniyah ran to the door.
Little Lenny aimed his weapon at the...
Manhattan, New York
“Ma’am are you sure this man tried to rob you.”
Zaniyah looked up; she tried at best to read Marcus’ response behind his sunglasses.
Marcus slightly nodded his head.
“Yes he did.”
The head security officer lifted his walkie-talkie to his mouth and pressed in a button.
Marcus saw two men hurrying down the street.
“I think the lady needs to get inside the bank, and now?” Marcus barked.
Zaniyah ran to the door.
Little Lenny aimed his weapon at the...
#city
#drugs
346 reads
5 Comments
Lowko
Jimi Tatz
Jimi Tatz
Poem Published
17th Mar 2024 6:59am
17th Mar 2024 6:59am
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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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
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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
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2 Comments
DU Poetry : Long Poems About the City
