City Poems
#city
City poems about life in a city or large town, anywhere in the world. Poetry about the thrills, challenges and culture of urban life in the bright lights of a city. City poems also include poetry about the landscape of built up areas.
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
8th Jun 2024 6:57pm
8th Jun 2024 6:57pm
He Was On The Roof When He Heard A Noise
#city
#fiction
#FreeVerse
#friendship
#sex
183 reads
4 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
29th May 2024 11:15pm
29th May 2024 11:15pm
bloke stops me on the street
excuse me, sir, can I stop you
for a minute and talk about
god ?
no.
are you frightened of talking about
god, no,
I’m in a hurry to get to the shops ..
for a minute and talk about
god ?
no.
are you frightened of talking about
god, no,
I’m in a hurry to get to the shops ..
#city
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0 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
318 reads
5 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
23rd May 2024 11:15am
23rd May 2024 11:15am
progress, my arse
architects had different ideas in different centuries on building
a city ends up a bit of a mess, be it Georgian, Victorian,
or nineteen sixties ‘progress’ has to live with the past, as well as your contemporary offices of glass ..
a city ends up a bit of a mess, be it Georgian, Victorian,
or nineteen sixties ‘progress’ has to live with the past, as well as your contemporary offices of glass ..
#city
105 reads
5 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
23rd May 2024 1:57am
23rd May 2024 1:57am
City
Constant Noise.
Constant beats.
Constant walking,
on city streets.
Never that dark.
lights light up the sky.
Never walk in the park.
Late at night.
Carts of food,
at every corner.
Venders drool,
for their next quarter.
One in the morning,
you still get some smiles.
One in the morning,
Don't trust those eyes.
Does a city truly sleep?
As busy as it seems.
Even rodents creep.
Hyped up on caffeine.
Would I survive at a slower pace?
Could...
Constant beats.
Constant walking,
on city streets.
Never that dark.
lights light up the sky.
Never walk in the park.
Late at night.
Carts of food,
at every corner.
Venders drool,
for their next quarter.
One in the morning,
you still get some smiles.
One in the morning,
Don't trust those eyes.
Does a city truly sleep?
As busy as it seems.
Even rodents creep.
Hyped up on caffeine.
Would I survive at a slower pace?
Could...
#city
#culture
#happiness
75 reads
15 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
21st May 2024 1:12am
21st May 2024 1:12am
evenings in the pub
the city never looks
fairer
than in dank and dreary
weather:
indeed nothing could be better
than a hostelry in winter,
warming yourself by the fire and with the prospect of
dinner
what care I for what summer
may deliver
fairer
than in dank and dreary
weather:
indeed nothing could be better
than a hostelry in winter,
warming yourself by the fire and with the prospect of
dinner
what care I for what summer
may deliver
#city
#winter
115 reads
0 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
20th May 2024 10:09pm
20th May 2024 10:09pm
Come and See
I’m the dimly lit alley,
the grit born of the sidewalks and
asphalt, an uneasy feeling, a city breeze
that whispers something bad is going
to happen
Come and see…
the grit born of the sidewalks and
asphalt, an uneasy feeling, a city breeze
that whispers something bad is going
to happen
Come and see…
#anger
#city
#violence
16 reads
7 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
16th May 2024 11:06am
16th May 2024 11:06am
One hot, muggy night
A boy walks alone
Shirtless on a hot, muggy night
He loses his virginity to a man underneath the Henry Hudson Bridge
He thought the guy was going to kill him
Instead he was raped
He can't tell anyone
It's a secret between you, me & him
Don't tell anybody, okay?
Don't fuck this kid over
He's been fucked over enough
Shirtless on a hot, muggy night
He loses his virginity to a man underneath the Henry Hudson Bridge
He thought the guy was going to kill him
Instead he was raped
He can't tell anyone
It's a secret between you, me & him
Don't tell anybody, okay?
Don't fuck this kid over
He's been fucked over enough
#abuse
#city
#secrets #violence
#secrets #violence
155 reads
8 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
24th Apr 2024 9:40pm
24th Apr 2024 9:40pm
One Good Surprise Deserves Another
Nyomi's parents
came to San
Francisco to
visit their daughter and
spotted her naked with
her roommate Jacob in
the bedroom of their own apartment.
came to San
Francisco to
visit their daughter and
spotted her naked with
her roommate Jacob in
the bedroom of their own apartment.
#city
#family
#fiction
#lover
#sensual
183 reads
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blaberidae
Poem Published
4th Apr 2024 8:50am
4th Apr 2024 8:50am
24.02.2024
I have simply sunken into a sinuous street,
Somewhere, swathed in an endless sleet,
Specked with soot, and
Lying stiffly, I gather scraps,
Remain still beneath the jittering lamps, and
Soundless amidst the fatalistic pounding
Of worn soles against the concrete
Across which sparrows scatter, and
Pick the flakes off of a pale mass.
Inside, you stir below an interminable sheet,
Perturbed by its immensity,
The snow, the settling,
The bag incessantly banging.
Smog hangs as heavily as my certainty,
Clinging to...
Somewhere, swathed in an endless sleet,
Specked with soot, and
Lying stiffly, I gather scraps,
Remain still beneath the jittering lamps, and
Soundless amidst the fatalistic pounding
Of worn soles against the concrete
Across which sparrows scatter, and
Pick the flakes off of a pale mass.
Inside, you stir below an interminable sheet,
Perturbed by its immensity,
The snow, the settling,
The bag incessantly banging.
Smog hangs as heavily as my certainty,
Clinging to...
#anxiety
#relationships
#marriage #city
#marriage #city
178 reads
2 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
26th Mar 2024 10:22am
26th Mar 2024 10:22am
extrasensory necessity
I don't know this forest
with its steel & concrete spines
where winds whistle a lonely call
a haunting so chilling
despite the crowd around me
...I always walk alone
oppressive shadows press me down
stretching across littered tracks
glowing eyes directing patterns
the constant stop & go of it all
and the wails...the screams
of injured & dying things
as predator meets unwary prey
I am but one of many
where absolute darkness whispers death
...or worse
be suspicious of beckoning branches
stay the...
with its steel & concrete spines
where winds whistle a lonely call
a haunting so chilling
despite the crowd around me
...I always walk alone
oppressive shadows press me down
stretching across littered tracks
glowing eyes directing patterns
the constant stop & go of it all
and the wails...the screams
of injured & dying things
as predator meets unwary prey
I am but one of many
where absolute darkness whispers death
...or worse
be suspicious of beckoning branches
stay the...
#anxiety
#dark
#city #confessional
#city #confessional
215 reads
7 Comments
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
216 reads
10 Comments
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