Poems About the City Published by Members Recently Online
#city
~Au-burn-ing Fluoresce Brown Terracottized- 'Tea'ing Soulfuel
marches ahead in zealous heat kilns
ablaze as t(w)inkling killer bullet irises...
[-those dubious program~ webbed illusional walls
-of constant grimacing robotic makeup bulldozers
-in twisted existential gorges abuzz with bombastic lies.. ]
...their simplistic unitary focussing glints of earthern organic graininess
...of truthful molar tannins & theobromine actives in 'tea'ing astringence
busts the sizzly day's 34 to even 50 of a Sahara's steamy heat ...
ablaze as t(w)inkling killer bullet irises...
[-those dubious program~ webbed illusional walls
-of constant grimacing robotic makeup bulldozers
-in twisted existential gorges abuzz with bombastic lies.. ]
...their simplistic unitary focussing glints of earthern organic graininess
...of truthful molar tannins & theobromine actives in 'tea'ing astringence
busts the sizzly day's 34 to even 50 of a Sahara's steamy heat ...
#love
#city
#summer
#nostalgia
#tea
520 reads
4 Comments
~Au-burn-ing Fluoresce Brown Terracottized- 'Tea'ing Soulfuel
marches ahead in zealous heat kilns
ablaze as t(w)inkling killer bullet irises...
[-those dubious program~ webbed illusional walls
-of constant grimacing robotic makeup bulldozers
-in twisted existential gorges abuzz with bombastic lies.. ]
...their simplistic unitary focussing glints of earthern organic graininess
...of truthful molar tannins & theobromine actives in 'tea'ing astringence
busts the sizzly day's 34 to even 50 of a Sahara's steamy heat ...
ablaze as t(w)inkling killer bullet irises...
[-those dubious program~ webbed illusional walls
-of constant grimacing robotic makeup bulldozers
-in twisted existential gorges abuzz with bombastic lies.. ]
...their simplistic unitary focussing glints of earthern organic graininess
...of truthful molar tannins & theobromine actives in 'tea'ing astringence
busts the sizzly day's 34 to even 50 of a Sahara's steamy heat ...
#love
#city
#summer
#nostalgia
#tea
520 reads
4 Comments
~Au-burn-ing Fluoresce Brown Terracottized- 'Tea'ing Soulfuel
marches ahead in zealous heat kilns
ablaze as t(w)inkling killer bullet irises...
[-those dubious program~ webbed illusional walls
-of constant grimacing robotic makeup bulldozers
-in twisted existential gorges abuzz with bombastic lies.. ]
...their simplistic unitary focussing glints of earthern organic graininess
...of truthful molar tannins & theobromine actives in 'tea'ing astringence
busts the sizzly day's 34 to even 50 of a Sahara's steamy heat ...
ablaze as t(w)inkling killer bullet irises...
[-those dubious program~ webbed illusional walls
-of constant grimacing robotic makeup bulldozers
-in twisted existential gorges abuzz with bombastic lies.. ]
...their simplistic unitary focussing glints of earthern organic graininess
...of truthful molar tannins & theobromine actives in 'tea'ing astringence
busts the sizzly day's 34 to even 50 of a Sahara's steamy heat ...
#love
#city
#summer
#nostalgia
#tea
520 reads
4 Comments
~Au-burn-ing Fluoresce Brown Terracottized- 'Tea'ing Soulfuel
marches ahead in zealous heat kilns
ablaze as t(w)inkling killer bullet irises...
[-those dubious program~ webbed illusional walls
-of constant grimacing robotic makeup bulldozers
-in twisted existential gorges abuzz with bombastic lies.. ]
...their simplistic unitary focussing glints of earthern organic graininess
...of truthful molar tannins & theobromine actives in 'tea'ing astringence
busts the sizzly day's 34 to even 50 of a Sahara's steamy heat ...
ablaze as t(w)inkling killer bullet irises...
[-those dubious program~ webbed illusional walls
-of constant grimacing robotic makeup bulldozers
-in twisted existential gorges abuzz with bombastic lies.. ]
...their simplistic unitary focussing glints of earthern organic graininess
...of truthful molar tannins & theobromine actives in 'tea'ing astringence
busts the sizzly day's 34 to even 50 of a Sahara's steamy heat ...
#love
#city
#summer
#nostalgia
#tea
520 reads
4 Comments
~Au-burn-ing Fluoresce Brown Terracottized- 'Tea'ing Soulfuel
marches ahead in zealous heat kilns
ablaze as t(w)inkling killer bullet irises...
[-those dubious program~ webbed illusional walls
-of constant grimacing robotic makeup bulldozers
-in twisted existential gorges abuzz with bombastic lies.. ]
...their simplistic unitary focussing glints of earthern organic graininess
...of truthful molar tannins & theobromine actives in 'tea'ing astringence
busts the sizzly day's 34 to even 50 of a Sahara's steamy heat ...
ablaze as t(w)inkling killer bullet irises...
[-those dubious program~ webbed illusional walls
-of constant grimacing robotic makeup bulldozers
-in twisted existential gorges abuzz with bombastic lies.. ]
...their simplistic unitary focussing glints of earthern organic graininess
...of truthful molar tannins & theobromine actives in 'tea'ing astringence
busts the sizzly day's 34 to even 50 of a Sahara's steamy heat ...
#love
#city
#summer
#nostalgia
#tea
520 reads
4 Comments
Szender
Szender
There's a choreography to the collages of light
that cast vermillion red and prussian blue upon your face,
they fall soft, unlike the man, rendered an enemy
by time and booze on a street beyond,
weaving between real estate,
mosaics of cars and bordered up shops.
I wonder if his Mother knows, if she makes a wish,
puts on a brew, requests a text
when he finally gets home or if
he has nowhere else to go
and will sleep snoring on the turn of grass
by the park, shifting under a confused summer
to...
There's a choreography to the collages of light
that cast vermillion red and prussian blue upon your face,
they fall soft, unlike the man, rendered an enemy
by time and booze on a street beyond,
weaving between real estate,
mosaics of cars and bordered up shops.
I wonder if his Mother knows, if she makes a wish,
puts on a brew, requests a text
when he finally gets home or if
he has nowhere else to go
and will sleep snoring on the turn of grass
by the park, shifting under a confused summer
to...
#love
#city
#fire #WritingPoetry
#fire #WritingPoetry
203 reads
1 Comment
Szender
Szender
There's a choreography to the collages of light
that cast vermillion red and prussian blue upon your face,
they fall soft, unlike the man, rendered an enemy
by time and booze on a street beyond,
weaving between real estate,
mosaics of cars and bordered up shops.
I wonder if his Mother knows, if she makes a wish,
puts on a brew, requests a text
when he finally gets home or if
he has nowhere else to go
and will sleep snoring on the turn of grass
by the park, shifting under a confused summer
to...
There's a choreography to the collages of light
that cast vermillion red and prussian blue upon your face,
they fall soft, unlike the man, rendered an enemy
by time and booze on a street beyond,
weaving between real estate,
mosaics of cars and bordered up shops.
I wonder if his Mother knows, if she makes a wish,
puts on a brew, requests a text
when he finally gets home or if
he has nowhere else to go
and will sleep snoring on the turn of grass
by the park, shifting under a confused summer
to...
#love
#city
#fire #WritingPoetry
#fire #WritingPoetry
203 reads
1 Comment
Szender
Szender
There's a choreography to the collages of light
that cast vermillion red and prussian blue upon your face,
they fall soft, unlike the man, rendered an enemy
by time and booze on a street beyond,
weaving between real estate,
mosaics of cars and bordered up shops.
I wonder if his Mother knows, if she makes a wish,
puts on a brew, requests a text
when he finally gets home or if
he has nowhere else to go
and will sleep snoring on the turn of grass
by the park, shifting under a confused summer
to...
There's a choreography to the collages of light
that cast vermillion red and prussian blue upon your face,
they fall soft, unlike the man, rendered an enemy
by time and booze on a street beyond,
weaving between real estate,
mosaics of cars and bordered up shops.
I wonder if his Mother knows, if she makes a wish,
puts on a brew, requests a text
when he finally gets home or if
he has nowhere else to go
and will sleep snoring on the turn of grass
by the park, shifting under a confused summer
to...
#love
#city
#fire #WritingPoetry
#fire #WritingPoetry
203 reads
1 Comment
Szender
Szender
There's a choreography to the collages of light
that cast vermillion red and prussian blue upon your face,
they fall soft, unlike the man, rendered an enemy
by time and booze on a street beyond,
weaving between real estate,
mosaics of cars and bordered up shops.
I wonder if his Mother knows, if she makes a wish,
puts on a brew, requests a text
when he finally gets home or if
he has nowhere else to go
and will sleep snoring on the turn of grass
by the park, shifting under a confused summer
to...
There's a choreography to the collages of light
that cast vermillion red and prussian blue upon your face,
they fall soft, unlike the man, rendered an enemy
by time and booze on a street beyond,
weaving between real estate,
mosaics of cars and bordered up shops.
I wonder if his Mother knows, if she makes a wish,
puts on a brew, requests a text
when he finally gets home or if
he has nowhere else to go
and will sleep snoring on the turn of grass
by the park, shifting under a confused summer
to...
#love
#city
#fire #WritingPoetry
#fire #WritingPoetry
203 reads
1 Comment
Waiting for a Bus in the Rain
Wearing sunglasses despite the gloom,
the patter of the rain, a not unpleasant chill.
The people passing with umbrellas,
the head-lamped TESCO trucks
projecting mirages that shiver in drops.
The industrial yard just ahead, which though
no doubt scentless creates that cold
machismo smell of gasoline I like
despite its ugliness, like mum’s cigarettes
and mangy dogs. Someone’s torn the sticker
that demands “free Palestine” and death
to capital. The two decrying dairy farms
and animals in science labs have fared better.
Impressions...
the patter of the rain, a not unpleasant chill.
The people passing with umbrellas,
the head-lamped TESCO trucks
projecting mirages that shiver in drops.
The industrial yard just ahead, which though
no doubt scentless creates that cold
machismo smell of gasoline I like
despite its ugliness, like mum’s cigarettes
and mangy dogs. Someone’s torn the sticker
that demands “free Palestine” and death
to capital. The two decrying dairy farms
and animals in science labs have fared better.
Impressions...
#city
#myself
#nature #philosophical
#nature #philosophical
202 reads
4 Comments
Waiting for a Bus in the Rain
Wearing sunglasses despite the gloom,
the patter of the rain, a not unpleasant chill.
The people passing with umbrellas,
the head-lamped TESCO trucks
projecting mirages that shiver in drops.
The industrial yard just ahead, which though
no doubt scentless creates that cold
machismo smell of gasoline I like
despite its ugliness, like mum’s cigarettes
and mangy dogs. Someone’s torn the sticker
that demands “free Palestine” and death
to capital. The two decrying dairy farms
and animals in science labs have fared better.
Impressions...
the patter of the rain, a not unpleasant chill.
The people passing with umbrellas,
the head-lamped TESCO trucks
projecting mirages that shiver in drops.
The industrial yard just ahead, which though
no doubt scentless creates that cold
machismo smell of gasoline I like
despite its ugliness, like mum’s cigarettes
and mangy dogs. Someone’s torn the sticker
that demands “free Palestine” and death
to capital. The two decrying dairy farms
and animals in science labs have fared better.
Impressions...
#city
#myself
#nature #philosophical
#nature #philosophical
202 reads
4 Comments
Waiting for a Bus in the Rain
Wearing sunglasses despite the gloom,
the patter of the rain, a not unpleasant chill.
The people passing with umbrellas,
the head-lamped TESCO trucks
projecting mirages that shiver in drops.
The industrial yard just ahead, which though
no doubt scentless creates that cold
machismo smell of gasoline I like
despite its ugliness, like mum’s cigarettes
and mangy dogs. Someone’s torn the sticker
that demands “free Palestine” and death
to capital. The two decrying dairy farms
and animals in science labs have fared better.
Impressions...
the patter of the rain, a not unpleasant chill.
The people passing with umbrellas,
the head-lamped TESCO trucks
projecting mirages that shiver in drops.
The industrial yard just ahead, which though
no doubt scentless creates that cold
machismo smell of gasoline I like
despite its ugliness, like mum’s cigarettes
and mangy dogs. Someone’s torn the sticker
that demands “free Palestine” and death
to capital. The two decrying dairy farms
and animals in science labs have fared better.
Impressions...
#city
#myself
#nature #philosophical
#nature #philosophical
202 reads
4 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About the City Published by Members Recently Online