Poems About the City by Top Critiquers
#city
faithmairee
Poem Published
8th Sep 2020 11:43am
8th Sep 2020 11:43am
Evil At The Wayward Inn
No more boarders,'
the inn keeper spewed
raising her arms in the air.
People once came to the inn in droves
because it was a quaint little structure
with flower beds surrounding it
It stood on the outskirts of town
a darling little place it was
that is until the unthinkable occurred
Some tennants were good renters
perhaps the majority of them were
Then came a drifter with a scraggly beard and shifty eyes
He tried to make the inn his home
much to the innkeeper's chagrin
There was something odd...
the inn keeper spewed
raising her arms in the air.
People once came to the inn in droves
because it was a quaint little structure
with flower beds surrounding it
It stood on the outskirts of town
a darling little place it was
that is until the unthinkable occurred
Some tennants were good renters
perhaps the majority of them were
Then came a drifter with a scraggly beard and shifty eyes
He tried to make the inn his home
much to the innkeeper's chagrin
There was something odd...
#murder
#city
489 reads
18 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
142 reads
24 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
385 reads
8 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
101 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
95 reads
10 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
1229 reads
10 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
185 reads
0 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
13th Jan 2023 4:16pm
13th Jan 2023 4:16pm
Blindsided
Dark in the city shines our girl
combat boots in summertime
bringing the fire to all things new
sunrise and untapped love
she's all ideas and possibilities
never pausing to grasp reality
you stepped right into her fast track
unprepared
and now scorched earth is where you stand
caught up in her orbit
sunburned without a plan
blindsided
And she shines so bright
you were blindsided
Under the chaos shines our girl
gritting her teeth in wintertime
daring the fire to shelter her
midnight...
combat boots in summertime
bringing the fire to all things new
sunrise and untapped love
she's all ideas and possibilities
never pausing to grasp reality
you stepped right into her fast track
unprepared
and now scorched earth is where you stand
caught up in her orbit
sunburned without a plan
blindsided
And she shines so bright
you were blindsided
Under the chaos shines our girl
gritting her teeth in wintertime
daring the fire to shelter her
midnight...
#love
#city
#fire
#music
#passion
486 reads
23 Comments
buddhakitty
Poem Published
10th Dec 2023 3:49am
10th Dec 2023 3:49am
by the slice
I feel it!
in my stomach
that low vibration
of want...
need
I crave pizza
not a whole pie
mind you
just a slice or
two
but there is a
problem
around here most
of the pizza shops
that sell by the slice
are already closed
leaving me with the
damnable choice of
a dozen cookie cutter
big outfit cooperate
America pizza chains
with their crust that
taste like paste
their cheese as flat
as a glass bottom
boat...
in my stomach
that low vibration
of want...
need
I crave pizza
not a whole pie
mind you
just a slice or
two
but there is a
problem
around here most
of the pizza shops
that sell by the slice
are already closed
leaving me with the
damnable choice of
a dozen cookie cutter
big outfit cooperate
America pizza chains
with their crust that
taste like paste
their cheese as flat
as a glass bottom
boat...
#America
#city
#prison
110 reads
4 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
797 reads
56 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
10th Dec 2023 4:28am
10th Dec 2023 4:28am
Alive in a Ghost Town
Daily zombie parade
death of the social charade
preoccupied ghosts by the score
all neighbors ignored
I can't take it anymore
I want to move to a ghost town
Small town vibe
united tribe
easy to be
a community
historical site
party at night
small mountain town
I'm new life bound
I want to move to a ghost town.
In the town of Jerome
I might finally feel at home
my neighbors would know my name
lack of distractions
lots of local interaction
I think I would thrive
where people...
death of the social charade
preoccupied ghosts by the score
all neighbors ignored
I can't take it anymore
I want to move to a ghost town
Small town vibe
united tribe
easy to be
a community
historical site
party at night
small mountain town
I'm new life bound
I want to move to a ghost town.
In the town of Jerome
I might finally feel at home
my neighbors would know my name
lack of distractions
lots of local interaction
I think I would thrive
where people...
#city
#ghosts
#LifeGoals
113 reads
4 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
29th Mar 2023 1:21pm
29th Mar 2023 1:21pm
Reverberation
while not falling asleep
I made a sound map
of those clicks under the bed
and by cities:
platbands and bougainvillea
from Tegucigalpa
machine guns and spiders
from Tel Aviv
flush toilets and platypuses
in mogadishu
forests and automobiles
from Ouagadougou
pigeons and trawlers
by Ulan Bator
whales and household appliances
in Phnom Penh
giraffes and drums
in Maputo
kangaroos and books
from Antananarivo
camels and pyramids
from bangkok
bees and tractors
in Kuala...
I made a sound map
of those clicks under the bed
and by cities:
platbands and bougainvillea
from Tegucigalpa
machine guns and spiders
from Tel Aviv
flush toilets and platypuses
in mogadishu
forests and automobiles
from Ouagadougou
pigeons and trawlers
by Ulan Bator
whales and household appliances
in Phnom Penh
giraffes and drums
in Maputo
kangaroos and books
from Antananarivo
camels and pyramids
from bangkok
bees and tractors
in Kuala...
#city
#mirror
#humankind
#myself
#SelfReflection
145 reads
6 Comments
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