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.
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
219 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
221 reads
10 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
234 reads
2 Comments
wolfatthedoor1966
Poem Published
5th Mar 2024 00:50am
5th Mar 2024 00:50am
the old city
the old
city needs
to be
reincorporated,
the skeleton
needs
new flesh,
opened eyes
out of
curiosity,
her lover's
life
breathed back
into her,
a crowd
of people
wandering
inside
of her,
debating,
discussing
how they
can continue
to keep
her alive
from
now on.
city needs
to be
reincorporated,
the skeleton
needs
new flesh,
opened eyes
out of
curiosity,
her lover's
life
breathed back
into her,
a crowd
of people
wandering
inside
of her,
debating,
discussing
how they
can continue
to keep
her alive
from
now on.
#identity
#city
#environment
#consumerism
#responsibility
185 reads
2 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2024 11:44am
23rd Feb 2024 11:44am
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
132 reads
0 Comments
Heisenberg68
Poem Published
18th Feb 2024 3:06pm
18th Feb 2024 3:06pm
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
125 reads
0 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
206 reads
0 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
15th Feb 2024 12:06pm
15th Feb 2024 12:06pm
I Once Was Lost
Gone the enchanted days of childhood past
Left bleeding in the streets of the city
For the golden innocence does not last
The concrete and steel bear them no pity
Grievous are the lost souls that hunger so
Amidst the curtain fall of times gone by
Their hearts empty of love they ought to know
Somewhere lost in a looping lullaby
Left lying in the shade of skyscrapers
Escaping the heat of desperation
Faces of death in the asphalt vapores
The fading pulse of a broken nation
They were the future once so brave and bold ...
Left bleeding in the streets of the city
For the golden innocence does not last
The concrete and steel bear them no pity
Grievous are the lost souls that hunger so
Amidst the curtain fall of times gone by
Their hearts empty of love they ought to know
Somewhere lost in a looping lullaby
Left lying in the shade of skyscrapers
Escaping the heat of desperation
Faces of death in the asphalt vapores
The fading pulse of a broken nation
They were the future once so brave and bold ...
#city
#alcohol
#homelessness
88 reads
6 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
21st Jan 2024 1:02am
21st Jan 2024 1:02am
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
129 reads
5 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
17th Jan 2024 00:16am
17th Jan 2024 00:16am
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
115 reads
3 Comments
The_Nun_Runner
Poem Published
14th Jan 2024 8:15pm
14th Jan 2024 8:15pm
All The Queen’s Men III
There is nothing like a Queen to stand her ground
When thieves and murders try to disrespect the crown
I do not own the rights to this video, used for entertainment purpose only
When thieves and murders try to disrespect the crown
I do not own the rights to this video, used for entertainment purpose only
#city
501 reads
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
9th Jan 2024 00:08am
9th Jan 2024 00:08am
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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