Poems About the City Published by Members Recently Online
#city
wallyroo92
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2021 7:01am
2nd Jan 2021 7:01am
Golden Empire
The landscape changes every ten miles in each direction
Ranches and fields to the south and west
A brown panorama due to fracking in the north
And large farms to the east, leading to the mountains
To the southern tip of the Sierras
Although most of the town is flat
On the outskirts
The roads move up and down with the terrain
Where the land is open and wide
On the highways you can drive for miles
And see nothing but fields
You can see the migrant workers
Working under the hot summer sun
Working in the harshest...
Ranches and fields to the south and west
A brown panorama due to fracking in the north
And large farms to the east, leading to the mountains
To the southern tip of the Sierras
Although most of the town is flat
On the outskirts
The roads move up and down with the terrain
Where the land is open and wide
On the highways you can drive for miles
And see nothing but fields
You can see the migrant workers
Working under the hot summer sun
Working in the harshest...
#home
#city
#nature #LifeCycle
#nature #LifeCycle
430 reads
8 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
56 reads
15 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
56 reads
15 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
56 reads
15 Comments
eswaller
Poem Published
26th Jul 2019 00:08am
26th Jul 2019 00:08am
Oakland, Californa
Twenty-seven years of my existence, scattered around and
Hidden within the precious gems of Oakland, where I grew
Up. It is like you keep rediscovering every forgotten nook.
An airport with tearful and heartfelt goodbyes with a hand
That is hard to let go of. With every minute passing through
It gets more difficult to part ways with a place that hooks
You with its charm and hometown feel. It is like luggage,
Lost but then found again among the panoramic views of
The city. The memories that are fresh yet years old, like
The boy I loved here with my...
Hidden within the precious gems of Oakland, where I grew
Up. It is like you keep rediscovering every forgotten nook.
An airport with tearful and heartfelt goodbyes with a hand
That is hard to let go of. With every minute passing through
It gets more difficult to part ways with a place that hooks
You with its charm and hometown feel. It is like luggage,
Lost but then found again among the panoramic views of
The city. The memories that are fresh yet years old, like
The boy I loved here with my...
#home
#city
526 reads
6 Comments
eswaller
Poem Published
26th Jul 2019 00:08am
26th Jul 2019 00:08am
Oakland, Californa
Twenty-seven years of my existence, scattered around and
Hidden within the precious gems of Oakland, where I grew
Up. It is like you keep rediscovering every forgotten nook.
An airport with tearful and heartfelt goodbyes with a hand
That is hard to let go of. With every minute passing through
It gets more difficult to part ways with a place that hooks
You with its charm and hometown feel. It is like luggage,
Lost but then found again among the panoramic views of
The city. The memories that are fresh yet years old, like
The boy I loved here with my...
Hidden within the precious gems of Oakland, where I grew
Up. It is like you keep rediscovering every forgotten nook.
An airport with tearful and heartfelt goodbyes with a hand
That is hard to let go of. With every minute passing through
It gets more difficult to part ways with a place that hooks
You with its charm and hometown feel. It is like luggage,
Lost but then found again among the panoramic views of
The city. The memories that are fresh yet years old, like
The boy I loved here with my...
#home
#city
526 reads
6 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
15th Nov 2024 5:03am
15th Nov 2024 5:03am
White China Moon
White china moon
Floating across Montana
Spy high above the clouds
In the land of the silos
Red china moon
Bobbing and weaving
Powered by the sun
About 60000 feet high
Looking for clues
White china moon
Floating by Missouri
Across the plains
Heading for where the wind goes
Red china says it’s about the weather
This balloon that strayed into our land
It’s not what they say but what they do
Can’t believe in their truth
Scramble the jets over South Carolina
6 miles...
Floating across Montana
Spy high above the clouds
In the land of the silos
Red china moon
Bobbing and weaving
Powered by the sun
About 60000 feet high
Looking for clues
White china moon
Floating by Missouri
Across the plains
Heading for where the wind goes
Red china says it’s about the weather
This balloon that strayed into our land
It’s not what they say but what they do
Can’t believe in their truth
Scramble the jets over South Carolina
6 miles...
#America
#city
#manipulation #secrets
#manipulation #secrets
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oldmanG
Poem Published
15th Nov 2024 5:03am
15th Nov 2024 5:03am
White China Moon
White china moon
Floating across Montana
Spy high above the clouds
In the land of the silos
Red china moon
Bobbing and weaving
Powered by the sun
About 60000 feet high
Looking for clues
White china moon
Floating by Missouri
Across the plains
Heading for where the wind goes
Red china says it’s about the weather
This balloon that strayed into our land
It’s not what they say but what they do
Can’t believe in their truth
Scramble the jets over South Carolina
6 miles...
Floating across Montana
Spy high above the clouds
In the land of the silos
Red china moon
Bobbing and weaving
Powered by the sun
About 60000 feet high
Looking for clues
White china moon
Floating by Missouri
Across the plains
Heading for where the wind goes
Red china says it’s about the weather
This balloon that strayed into our land
It’s not what they say but what they do
Can’t believe in their truth
Scramble the jets over South Carolina
6 miles...
#America
#city
#manipulation #secrets
#manipulation #secrets
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0 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
15th Nov 2024 5:03am
15th Nov 2024 5:03am
White China Moon
White china moon
Floating across Montana
Spy high above the clouds
In the land of the silos
Red china moon
Bobbing and weaving
Powered by the sun
About 60000 feet high
Looking for clues
White china moon
Floating by Missouri
Across the plains
Heading for where the wind goes
Red china says it’s about the weather
This balloon that strayed into our land
It’s not what they say but what they do
Can’t believe in their truth
Scramble the jets over South Carolina
6 miles...
Floating across Montana
Spy high above the clouds
In the land of the silos
Red china moon
Bobbing and weaving
Powered by the sun
About 60000 feet high
Looking for clues
White china moon
Floating by Missouri
Across the plains
Heading for where the wind goes
Red china says it’s about the weather
This balloon that strayed into our land
It’s not what they say but what they do
Can’t believe in their truth
Scramble the jets over South Carolina
6 miles...
#America
#city
#manipulation #secrets
#manipulation #secrets
52 reads
0 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
15th Nov 2024 5:03am
15th Nov 2024 5:03am
White China Moon
White china moon
Floating across Montana
Spy high above the clouds
In the land of the silos
Red china moon
Bobbing and weaving
Powered by the sun
About 60000 feet high
Looking for clues
White china moon
Floating by Missouri
Across the plains
Heading for where the wind goes
Red china says it’s about the weather
This balloon that strayed into our land
It’s not what they say but what they do
Can’t believe in their truth
Scramble the jets over South Carolina
6 miles...
Floating across Montana
Spy high above the clouds
In the land of the silos
Red china moon
Bobbing and weaving
Powered by the sun
About 60000 feet high
Looking for clues
White china moon
Floating by Missouri
Across the plains
Heading for where the wind goes
Red china says it’s about the weather
This balloon that strayed into our land
It’s not what they say but what they do
Can’t believe in their truth
Scramble the jets over South Carolina
6 miles...
#America
#city
#manipulation #secrets
#manipulation #secrets
52 reads
0 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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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
56 reads
0 Comments
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