Poems About the City by Top Critiquers
#city
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
7th Sep 2024 8:50pm
7th Sep 2024 8:50pm
Summer's Almost Over
Summer's almost over
I feel like running backwards into it
The nights are getting cooler
Almost sane
People are walking the streets with a weary step
Three weeks ago they were running to the liquor store or running from the police
You would also hear people in their bedrooms fucking or fighting
Now the boss isn't such a bastard
School just started
My wild dreams send me back to sleep
The suicide rate will go down
Marriage & death rate too
It's winding down my friend
I can still hear the echoes of the sun
The screams...
I feel like running backwards into it
The nights are getting cooler
Almost sane
People are walking the streets with a weary step
Three weeks ago they were running to the liquor store or running from the police
You would also hear people in their bedrooms fucking or fighting
Now the boss isn't such a bastard
School just started
My wild dreams send me back to sleep
The suicide rate will go down
Marriage & death rate too
It's winding down my friend
I can still hear the echoes of the sun
The screams...
#city
#home
#narrative
#nonfiction
#summer
76 reads
4 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
31 reads
15 Comments
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
417 reads
8 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
231 reads
0 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
206 reads
24 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
181 reads
7 Comments
Adelphina
Poem Published
9th Mar 2022 3:41am
9th Mar 2022 3:41am
Graffiti Electricity
Raptures of concrete
Five stories high
Legacies of the streets
Inherited with backdrop skies
Tattooed walls for outlaws
Society of the untamed
Chasing crazed brain fame
Stolen bricks of unsold gold
Colors exposed and paroled
Escaping an incarcerated mind
Sketches showcasing mankind
Spray can dreams that combine
Gangster calligraphy
Kilowatts of creativity
Graffiti Electricity
Five stories high
Legacies of the streets
Inherited with backdrop skies
Tattooed walls for outlaws
Society of the untamed
Chasing crazed brain fame
Stolen bricks of unsold gold
Colors exposed and paroled
Escaping an incarcerated mind
Sketches showcasing mankind
Spray can dreams that combine
Gangster calligraphy
Kilowatts of creativity
Graffiti Electricity
#city
#art
638 reads
18 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
22nd Oct 2024 00:54am
22nd Oct 2024 00:54am
“It A Hit!”
CABONI’S ITALIAN RISTORANTE
Manhattan, New York
“Would you like something else to eat, beautiful?”
“Marcus, I’m stuffed to capacity. There is nothing else getting in this dress.”
“Save some room for me later on.”
“I promise.”
Marcus scooted his chair back and stood. He walked around the table.
“Can I have this dance?”
“You certainly can.”
Francine lifted her white dinner napkin from off her lap, and placed it near her China plate. She scooted her chair back, clasped her hand in Marcus’ hand,...
Manhattan, New York
“Would you like something else to eat, beautiful?”
“Marcus, I’m stuffed to capacity. There is nothing else getting in this dress.”
“Save some room for me later on.”
“I promise.”
Marcus scooted his chair back and stood. He walked around the table.
“Can I have this dance?”
“You certainly can.”
Francine lifted her white dinner napkin from off her lap, and placed it near her China plate. She scooted her chair back, clasped her hand in Marcus’ hand,...
#city
#drugs
#love
221 reads
4 Comments
Naajir
Poem Published
20th Jul 2019 7:02pm
20th Jul 2019 7:02pm
Fahrenheit NYC
NYC...
has been sold to the highest bidder
buildings are going up higher..
rent even higher
skyrocketing...politician pocketing bribes
it's greed gone gluttonous
with no logical thought in sight
no insight whatsoever
impending ecological disaster
coming faster and faster
all this 'progress' has become a drain
on the infrastructure
over taxed just like the residents
strained to the max...
trains coming to a complete halt
power outages inducing
outrage...heatwave heightens
frustrations in this...
has been sold to the highest bidder
buildings are going up higher..
rent even higher
skyrocketing...politician pocketing bribes
it's greed gone gluttonous
with no logical thought in sight
no insight whatsoever
impending ecological disaster
coming faster and faster
all this 'progress' has become a drain
on the infrastructure
over taxed just like the residents
strained to the max...
trains coming to a complete halt
power outages inducing
outrage...heatwave heightens
frustrations in this...
#corruption
#politics
#city #greed
#city #greed
398 reads
2 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
57 reads
6 Comments
Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
17th Apr 2017 4:29am
17th Apr 2017 4:29am
Crossing the Divide
slippers worn to tatters
running on bridges
dotted with nails
shifting unstable
under running feet
living with nature's lights
water fresh from the gushes
of waterfalls in the forest
thats the great divide between
them and the rest of them
running on bridges
dotted with nails
shifting unstable
under running feet
living with nature's lights
water fresh from the gushes
of waterfalls in the forest
thats the great divide between
them and the rest of them
#city
#countryside
#nature
1313 reads
10 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
8th Nov 2021 10:08pm
8th Nov 2021 10:08pm
City Streets, London - Before Covid
An autumn day
crisp but sunny
crowds stand at traffic lights
tourists amble, pausing to take photographs
buildings tower over busy roads
making them look like avenues
England’s capital
ageless
another day
crisp but sunny
crowds stand at traffic lights
tourists amble, pausing to take photographs
buildings tower over busy roads
making them look like avenues
England’s capital
ageless
another day
#city
#memories
251 reads
2 Comments
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