Poems About the City by Top Critiquers
#city
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
28th Feb 2025 10:43am
28th Feb 2025 10:43am
MAN DOWN, MAN DOWN
Pigs came to the crack house last night
All the crack dealers and addicts scattered like roaches throwing their stash over the cement wall
The cops shined their little lights and tried to find the stash bags
But to no avail
The pigs rolled out and chased two dudes down the street
They ran one guy down who was crossing the street
When the cop got out of the car to see what he has done, another crack dealer shot the cop right in the face
"MAN DOWN, MAN DOWN"
That's what I heard from another cop on a CB Radio
Total carnage
Total mayhem ...
All the crack dealers and addicts scattered like roaches throwing their stash over the cement wall
The cops shined their little lights and tried to find the stash bags
But to no avail
The pigs rolled out and chased two dudes down the street
They ran one guy down who was crossing the street
When the cop got out of the car to see what he has done, another crack dealer shot the cop right in the face
"MAN DOWN, MAN DOWN"
That's what I heard from another cop on a CB Radio
Total carnage
Total mayhem ...
#city
#death
#drugs
#violence
#war
79 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
96 reads
15 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
13th Mar 2021 9:27pm
13th Mar 2021 9:27pm
~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
521 reads
4 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2023 3:36am
22nd Dec 2023 3:36am
Gray Grey Blue Sky Broken Heart
Truth is all that blue sky and sunshine are bad for you
Give me a perfectly gray day
Or grey if you're going UK
Everyone wants a water view
Give me the alley
Stray cats and beggars
Broken glass
Twilight is paradise
Dusk and my broken heart
Give me a perfectly gray day
Or grey if you're going UK
Everyone wants a water view
Give me the alley
Stray cats and beggars
Broken glass
Twilight is paradise
Dusk and my broken heart
#identity
#city
#myself #pagan
#myself #pagan
261 reads
24 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
22nd May 2022 9:16am
22nd May 2022 9:16am
The International
We live in the age of the dimming wit
Where hearth holy flames of domestic bliss
Are all too often...algorithmically split
In consternation to the neutral Swiss
Who every day display the peaceful way
To model behavior for all to see
(Whether you are straight or savagely gay)
When Geneva is on a convention spree;
Where chocolate is great and the wine first rate
On every hotel floor diplomatic...
With official Red Cross cookies of state
By pastry chefs...ably programmatic,
And the coffee cups are all heaped with foam
Perking...
Where hearth holy flames of domestic bliss
Are all too often...algorithmically split
In consternation to the neutral Swiss
Who every day display the peaceful way
To model behavior for all to see
(Whether you are straight or savagely gay)
When Geneva is on a convention spree;
Where chocolate is great and the wine first rate
On every hotel floor diplomatic...
With official Red Cross cookies of state
By pastry chefs...ably programmatic,
And the coffee cups are all heaped with foam
Perking...
#city
#earth
#utopia
#redemption
#philosophical
280 reads
0 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
6th Nov 2024 2:18pm
6th Nov 2024 2:18pm
Uncrossing
Silent screams on the asphalt,
life that stops in the blink of an eye.
A feathered dream falls,
a hairy hope falls,
lost in the blur of the floor.
The road, cold and indifferent judge,
echoes in so much absence
with legs and wings,
that once vibrated
in the sweet embrace of nature.
The pain remains
in tire tracks,
a testimony to the fleeting life
and the cruel intersections
of human haste
and wild innocence.
life that stops in the blink of an eye.
A feathered dream falls,
a hairy hope falls,
lost in the blur of the floor.
The road, cold and indifferent judge,
echoes in so much absence
with legs and wings,
that once vibrated
in the sweet embrace of nature.
The pain remains
in tire tracks,
a testimony to the fleeting life
and the cruel intersections
of human haste
and wild innocence.
#city
#disappointment
#murder
#nature
#regret
97 reads
6 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
231 reads
7 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
4th Feb 2025 2:56am
4th Feb 2025 2:56am
Passing the Crown
The cool cities
have lost it
Seattle is septic
Portland is paunchy
Denver has dementia
Miami is myopic
Honolulu has a hernia
Phoenix is phucked up
Once homecoming kings and queens
now unfixable with plastic surgery alone
they reminisce about the old days
Soon they'll be startled to find
the uncool kids they teased
wearing the crowns:
Cincinatti
Pittsburgh
Bismark
Not because those cities were born all that
but because of what they are not
Yet.
have lost it
Seattle is septic
Portland is paunchy
Denver has dementia
Miami is myopic
Honolulu has a hernia
Phoenix is phucked up
Once homecoming kings and queens
now unfixable with plastic surgery alone
they reminisce about the old days
Soon they'll be startled to find
the uncool kids they teased
wearing the crowns:
Cincinatti
Pittsburgh
Bismark
Not because those cities were born all that
but because of what they are not
Yet.
#city
#culture
128 reads
8 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
26th Sep 2022 9:30pm
26th Sep 2022 9:30pm
Take a ride with me
I want you to play a game with me.
Look at the dots on the wall here.
They tell me where we will go next.
Random journeys into the unknown.
And at night we are only shadows.
Simply moving from place to place.
Through this underground network.
A strange world woven in the city.
With points of metro schemes.
Look at the dots on the wall here.
They tell me where we will go next.
Random journeys into the unknown.
And at night we are only shadows.
Simply moving from place to place.
Through this underground network.
A strange world woven in the city.
With points of metro schemes.
#teens
#city
#travel
#risk
#ThrillSeeking
1070 reads
56 Comments
goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
1st Dec 2024 8:12pm
1st Dec 2024 8:12pm
before i reach town
before i
reach town,
i passed
large fields
of pastures,
the green
embraced
inside
fence lines,
and trees
lining the
roadside,
looking like
telephone
poles,
the string
weaved
in between
them, holding
everything
together,
and now,
the dirt
under my
feet becomes
asphalt,
the cows
and pastures
become
people and
buildings.
reach town,
i passed
large fields
of pastures,
the green
embraced
inside
fence lines,
and trees
lining the
roadside,
looking like
telephone
poles,
the string
weaved
in between
them, holding
everything
together,
and now,
the dirt
under my
feet becomes
asphalt,
the cows
and pastures
become
people and
buildings.
#city
#environment
#freedom
77 reads
2 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
29th Jan 2025 00:28am
29th Jan 2025 00:28am
outside the bank of england
you think everyone who works in
the city is a banker, or a hedge fund
investor, whatever that is, but it’s
all rubbish, says the road sweeper
the city is a banker, or a hedge fund
investor, whatever that is, but it’s
all rubbish, says the road sweeper
#city
69 reads
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
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