City Poems
#city
City poems about life in a city or large town, anywhere in the world. Poetry about the thrills, challenges and culture of urban life in the bright lights of a city. City poems also include poetry about the landscape of built up areas.
New York City...Vicious Cycle
Pushed to the edge by reality, yes, these verses will stifle
A revolving door always present; New York City...Vicious Cycle
This is a poem about the hardships, and monotony of this age
The world unchanging in its essence...many problems to assuage
Why is our purlieu in such predicaments, the morass so intense?
It seems the fire has been extinguished, in other words we've acquiesced
Hallways, Alleys, Subway Stations, where the weak and troubled roam
Considered dross by our society/that's why the streets became their home
Our youth in dire straits, how can they...
A revolving door always present; New York City...Vicious Cycle
This is a poem about the hardships, and monotony of this age
The world unchanging in its essence...many problems to assuage
Why is our purlieu in such predicaments, the morass so intense?
It seems the fire has been extinguished, in other words we've acquiesced
Hallways, Alleys, Subway Stations, where the weak and troubled roam
Considered dross by our society/that's why the streets became their home
Our youth in dire straits, how can they...
#LifeStruggles
#city
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City sky and country hills
The lure of nature grows in its absence.
A lost love hurts more than love delayed.
Mine I surrendered. Its recapture
Showed the full spectrum of what was missed.
A country boy, at first by the seashore
And then entranced by meadows, paths and woods,
By hills and streams and with all that moved there.
Even my university abutted
The Alice in Wonderland river bank.
As a man I embraced the big city.
Who could make a life and future elsewhere?
Yet city suburbs are the no man's land, ...
A lost love hurts more than love delayed.
Mine I surrendered. Its recapture
Showed the full spectrum of what was missed.
A country boy, at first by the seashore
And then entranced by meadows, paths and woods,
By hills and streams and with all that moved there.
Even my university abutted
The Alice in Wonderland river bank.
As a man I embraced the big city.
Who could make a life and future elsewhere?
Yet city suburbs are the no man's land, ...
#city
#countryside
#sky
#Britain
#nature
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new york roots
you'll never get anywhere better
then new york.
highest taxes
and our roads
are still shit.
the buildings are run down
and the homes are all broken.
poorly done graffiti
on the faces
of neglected kids
from big families.
no one does it like rochester
sixth most violent city
in the nation
and its probably the smallest too.
i mean just today
there was a shoot out
right down the street
from my uncle's house ...
then new york.
highest taxes
and our roads
are still shit.
the buildings are run down
and the homes are all broken.
poorly done graffiti
on the faces
of neglected kids
from big families.
no one does it like rochester
sixth most violent city
in the nation
and its probably the smallest too.
i mean just today
there was a shoot out
right down the street
from my uncle's house ...
#city
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Observing The Night Life
Your flying over all of our cares
Constantly in the air
Perhaps theres something else there...
...In the insanity, the zenith of human existance
where all the beauty lies, randomness...
Sex.
Us.
War.
Poverty and strife, all of our life
Decadence and disgust
lust for a young lover, to buy a few minutes of her time...
any drug will do just fine...
Rolling over each other laughing,
a good experiance free of any fee
All...
Constantly in the air
Perhaps theres something else there...
...In the insanity, the zenith of human existance
where all the beauty lies, randomness...
Sex.
Us.
War.
Poverty and strife, all of our life
Decadence and disgust
lust for a young lover, to buy a few minutes of her time...
any drug will do just fine...
Rolling over each other laughing,
a good experiance free of any fee
All...
#LifeStruggles
#city
#drugs
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War
We are kept awake
by police helicopters
and women screaming
in the street.
Packs of hooligans
chant for the blood
of passers by.
We are all here
in this dull war.
Unaware of it,
yet still tortured by it.
There is one impossible cure:
We realise
that we are in it
together.
by police helicopters
and women screaming
in the street.
Packs of hooligans
chant for the blood
of passers by.
We are all here
in this dull war.
Unaware of it,
yet still tortured by it.
There is one impossible cure:
We realise
that we are in it
together.
#violence
#city
#TruthOfLife
#humankind
#gratitude
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Ghetto love
My baby my boo
I'd be lost without you
I know you where never "my" nothing
The streets own you
I stood by your side
Always your ride a die
Giving you courage
Holding you tight through all the strife.
None of that mattered
You only wanted the riches
You where addicted to the high
addicted to the cash
You'd take a life if you caught anyone
In your stash
The neighbours whisper
That you deserved to die
A boy from the hood
Selling dope to get by
Hey This is the way...
I'd be lost without you
I know you where never "my" nothing
The streets own you
I stood by your side
Always your ride a die
Giving you courage
Holding you tight through all the strife.
None of that mattered
You only wanted the riches
You where addicted to the high
addicted to the cash
You'd take a life if you caught anyone
In your stash
The neighbours whisper
That you deserved to die
A boy from the hood
Selling dope to get by
Hey This is the way...
#boyfriend
#city
#money
#drugs
#addiction
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Ghetto talk
Speaking in ghetto ways
I was born As an unwanted child
Handed to the streets
My family was crazy
I mean a scitzo mom a Dad that women beats
Brother selling drugs sister having babies
Repeating there cycle no way that would be crazy
I embraced the streets And everything it taught
Hustling and selling
Just for food for thought
Crack houses and feens was all that I knew
I talked that ghetto talk you know what I mean boo
Yo yo yo it's like this and like that
Watch me flow
I'll get up with you next time ight no...
I was born As an unwanted child
Handed to the streets
My family was crazy
I mean a scitzo mom a Dad that women beats
Brother selling drugs sister having babies
Repeating there cycle no way that would be crazy
I embraced the streets And everything it taught
Hustling and selling
Just for food for thought
Crack houses and feens was all that I knew
I talked that ghetto talk you know what I mean boo
Yo yo yo it's like this and like that
Watch me flow
I'll get up with you next time ight no...
#family
#abuse
#city
#dialogue
#escape
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The Estate
Concrete structures that rue the day
they were put together
house their owners
who live on the never never .
They hem in
the painted on circle
in the street
where 100 year old children
conspire and meet .
Tramps , cardboard boxes
and dogs
roam the area of poverty .
Through the rusted and twisted
blackened railings
there is a playground
graphitti sprayed all about
and in the distance
stumbling is a lager lout .
At the peak of a day turning to night
sillhouetted amid the prismatic light
there's a child bearing the...
they were put together
house their owners
who live on the never never .
They hem in
the painted on circle
in the street
where 100 year old children
conspire and meet .
Tramps , cardboard boxes
and dogs
roam the area of poverty .
Through the rusted and twisted
blackened railings
there is a playground
graphitti sprayed all about
and in the distance
stumbling is a lager lout .
At the peak of a day turning to night
sillhouetted amid the prismatic light
there's a child bearing the...
#politics
#city
#homelessness #inequality
#homelessness #inequality
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Evil City Air
Evil air cities
gun wielding sinners
hat wearing ,
cigar smoking winners .
Blood speckled windows
inside adorned by regalia
their power mad infested heads lie on golden pillows.
Poison pen letters
bullet chipped
death inviting gutters.
Suspension bridges
body filled fridges
lofty buildings
italic
gold in-scripted
coffin lid gilding's.
Covert operations
within the populous
infected nations
and murderers anonymous .
Fat lipped
fervently sipped
beers
handgrenade eyed
dead before they died
black...
gun wielding sinners
hat wearing ,
cigar smoking winners .
Blood speckled windows
inside adorned by regalia
their power mad infested heads lie on golden pillows.
Poison pen letters
bullet chipped
death inviting gutters.
Suspension bridges
body filled fridges
lofty buildings
italic
gold in-scripted
coffin lid gilding's.
Covert operations
within the populous
infected nations
and murderers anonymous .
Fat lipped
fervently sipped
beers
handgrenade eyed
dead before they died
black...
#evil
#city
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