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Poem Details | by Line Gauthier |
Categories: city, dance, dark, death, evil, sleep, voice,

A WALTZ IN THE PARK



Like a secret confided with his last breath
Dangling from his every syllable
He draws me near whispering in my ear
Reaches in to the depths of my soul
He holds my beating heart
In the palm of his cold hand
The demons lurk in the thick murky fog
On my walk at dusk thru an ill lit park
They toy with the last moments before sunrise
While the city seems to still sleep
I’ve said my goodbyes to the tune of violins
Withered brittle leaves stir as death circles
Cold winds whirl and no one sees my tears
I’ve swayed to my last waltz
I can finally forget the insomnia that has me
In the grip of darkness devoid of a guiding star



AP: ranked 3rd 2020

posted on April 30, 2019


Poem Details | by brittney lopez |
Categories: absence, abuse, addiction, adventure, age, allegory, america, angel, angst, animal, anniversary, april, art, august, autumn, baby, baptism, baseball, basketball, beach, beautiful, beauty, bereavement, best friend, betrayal, bible, bird, birth, birthday, black african american, body, books, boyfriend, car, celebration, childhood, children, city, class, computer, conflict, dad, emotions,

This is me

My knees were the things that 
kept me up and my skin is my 
cutting board my eyes are the 
rain clouds to the fire running 
down my arms and my heart is 
the fire place that keeps me 
burning so calm

Poem Details | by Jen Franks |
Categories: beauty, celebration, city, community, courage, culture, devotion, freedom, grave, identity, inspiration, inspirational, life, memory, nature, patriotic, people, political, power, september, symbolism, tribute, urban, veterans day, war, wisdom,

United Nations Plaza

Temperature dip
urban leaves turned
Autumn, sniffing around
for a place to settle
no Farmer's Market
in San Francisco today.

Poem Details | by A.O. Taner |
Categories: anger, angst, anxiety, betrayal, city, conflict, cool, crazy, death, depression, dream, freedom, grief, growing up, heartbroken, how i feel, imagination, lost love, love hurts, metaphor, philosophy, romance, sad, satire, self, senses, sensual, suicide, symbolism, wife,

Bed

A white ceiling, 
a dull life.
A wife?
No, just a knife -
that's all I need.


Poem Details | by Troy Jeremy Nelson |
Categories: funeral

city of war pigs

to make one's life unfair

Poem Details | by Matthew Anish |
Categories: bullying, corruption, murder,

Death of a City Resident

     The papers show us 
that 
people 
are demonstrating 
   about the death of 
a black man 
who was set upon by police 
   The cop got off 
without any condemnation or 
    jail time
Was it a case of murder?
    Some think so 
The tension between the people 
   is palpable 
in some communities 
   When will hatred and 
bigotry implode 
   so they can be blown  away 
   like leaves in the autumn breeze?
Questions regarding the incident 
  will remain in the air 
for a long, long, time

Poem Details | by Blake Holland |
Categories: absence, abuse, addiction, adventure, age, anxiety, bullying, care, change, city, conflict, corruption, courage, creation, cry, death, depression, desire, destiny, discrimination, feelings, god, heart, heartbreak, how i feel, hurt, image, imagery, imagination, inspirational, jealousy, life, loneliness, lonely, love, nature, passion, prayer, psychological, religious, remember, society, sorrow, sorry, spiritual, suicide, wisdom,

Heartache On 4th Street

  How can I live my life
  Always standing in front of a knife
  So I'll get on the night train
  And I'll go to Spain
  I'll leave this kingdom, this life, and this shame
  So there won't be any more pain
  And so there won't be any one to blame.

Poem Details | by Anthony Biaanco |
Categories: city, funeral,

bullets

birth control pills of the poor
underworld vectors of war
life's wicked schizophrenic twin 
swinging from the meat hook mayhem
the end arrives before life begins
tide after tide of wicked intent
the streets' favorite color 
is 
the color of death

Poem Details | by Jake A. |
Categories: anger, conflict, death, goodbye, hurt,

City By The River

In this city by the river
Full of mud and grass, stone and flesh,
Chests stay still without a shiver
And roses make us appear fresh,

I rode far, saw many wonders,
Felt love for a beautiful girl
Who loved me despite my blunders,
Then all was taken in a twirl,

By hunger he was so driven
Still, to me he's unforgiven,
Now I rest beside the givers,
In this city by the river.

Poem Details | by joyce wolayo |
Categories: abuse, anger, angst, care, city, death, depression,

BURIED DOWNTOWN

Outnumbered by loud engines and concrete blocks
Furious crowds and mobs ignore your existence
Till you clutch your way back home

Poem Details | by Jimmi Canada |
Categories: allegory, beach, black love, blessing, blue, boat, books, city, feelings, grave, heaven, homework, motivation, muse, myth, proposal, romantic, wind,

Beauty

It's blisteringly faithfully rot,

it's intangible as it's deserving of all,

so many signs,
and signatures to boot...


The wreathe in the sky,

the tree rotation eye,

end of all eagerness,

dredge of the forced peaceful bliss..

The honorary code time'd and then aged like the rot,

and an evening star,
 
and a really far far...

Poem Details | by Al Parry |
Categories: abuse, anger, angst, bereavement, betrayal, change, city, community, corruption, cry, culture, dark,

Metropolis

There survives a burg, strangled by,

A fume as thick as thieves,

Where soaring glass stalagmites screen,

The adroit aggrieved.

Skyscrapers and broad avenues,

Where vast trains shunt and squall,

Where soaring glass stalagmites screen,

The vestige’s caterwaul.

Where night tide is perennial,

The gargoyles chill and ward,

Aged curves and finials resist,

Thick gnarling walls contort.

Poem Details | by Satish Verma |
Categories: death, devotion, education, faith

CITY OF STONES

Anointment of any prefix was hurting
I started shedding the names.

To fill the void, dialogues were not sufficient.
So many of thorns, without seeing,
in flesh, reading the closed mind, to
reach the inner blue.

After dark bloody spills on the rose petals,
you stagger on white tendons;
cracking the fright, peeling off the truth.
How nervous was the death to tread in.

In the pit, no sound, no hiding. 
Deep down was hung a turmoil.
calling a name, when night was sad
and lightning was lifting the clouds.

The city of stones in me, the solar system
the galaxies, were stumbling out in defeat.


SATISH VERMA

Poem Details | by ilene bauer |
Categories: city, death,

Distracted

While getting off the bus, a woman
Saw her cell phone fall.
She leaned to pick it up,
Perhaps to get or make a call.

The driver pulled out from the curb
But crushed her with his tire.
He didn’t have a clue about 
What he’d caused to transpire.

The woman’s dead, the driver free,
A story sad but true,
Distraction interfering with
The rules we thought we knew.

Poem Details | by Andrew Weeden |
Categories: death, loss, student,

Pride in the City

Over an insult, I learned man will kill. 
The man's hurt ego speaks in his thoughts, 
Pride will do anything to have its will. 

On that day peace ceased in the city street; 
A shot rang out to seek tender flesh, 
Innocent blood was spilled on the concrete. 

An instrument of death not meant for you; 
Seventeen years, a sheep among wolves, 
Over pride your life was taken from you. 

In your memory, everyday we pray, 
For the A student walking from school, 
Who will not live to see another day. 

R.I.P STM 
 

Poem Details | by Zakhe Michael Mcunu |
Categories: character, city, conflict, courage, death, depression, desire,

ACROSS THE STREET

Man live by the power
He sees more power now
Many have power to leave
He powers himself up
Powered by the courage
He ponder all the opportunities 
Opportunities that were bestowed  
The opportunities he never took
Across the street he sees many
Across those tamed streets
He sees life taken to him
As a dog bark for food 
He looks in despair and shame
As a rat caught on a trapped
He wants to fly like a free bird
Across the street is his home
A home shares with thousands
He wants to go back to that simple home
A home that he will find joy
There across the street he lay dead
Dead of cold winter and shame
Today he shall find joy 
The only joy he long for years.

Poem Details | by Gerard Keogh Jr. |
Categories: death, history, places, sad

Oklahoma City, April 19th, 1995

One dark, debase moment of human deceit,
Explodes bloody carnage down into the street.
Wallets and windows fly, smoking and smashed.
Marrow and metal land, mangled and mashed.
Fragments in coffins, sealed soft in this earth.
Prayers pronounce endings too soon after birth.
Witness the mothers, who shriek names and weep,
Then credit the Devil. His hands need no sleep.

Poem Details | by Winter Wallace |
Categories: death,

City People

i am nothing but a ghost
fluidity and transparency
i am invisible at your whim
fluidity and transparency

from the corners of your self-importance i've gradually been dying
fluidity and transparency
i am nothing but a ghost
i am invisible at your whim

Poem Details | by Rhonda Johnson-Saunders |
Categories: death, life, people, urban,

City Street

Street
pulsates
under sky
scrapers, listen
To the city breathe 
blowing, huffing, puffing
hurry, push, eyes blankly stare
SCREAMS echoing in the alley 
go ignored in the sidewalk shuffle  
stench of urine, decay and APATHY


By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, February 9, 2012
First place in Suit Yourself contest max 16 (Brian Strand)

Poem Details | by Trevor McLeod |
Categories: grief, pollution, urban, water,

City

The City makes me work for them.
Time to sort my trash.
And then they tell me "Rinse it off",
they charge the bill for cash.

Poem Details | by Jake A. |
Categories: city, death, desire, dream,

WHEN THE CITY WOKE UP

I heard the things you have been saying
I felt it when the city woke up,
as cars have started practice; fouling
the still of morning air and bringing
a death to night, now found at sunup
my heart will seek a hidden meaning

a secret word in what you gave me
there must be one in this of dreaming,
of wondering on that which can't be,

searching all the haunted eyes I see

As some unspoken word will settle
the dream of dreams that follows, seething
the thought so drowned ever by metal

bleak and worn my heart has tried to be.

Poem Details | by Ryan Emerald |
Categories: death, fear, city,

Burgundy City

Can a city be a city without a history?

History makes none better than another 
Although it does make a city, a city
For the blood that fell from the horrific cloud 
To the red ground beneath my very feet
Paves the pathways of the urban earth here
The city know as Burgundy lies down
Standing longways as a lazy maid does
Never reaching heights far upward nor down
Is the city whose history is not greater
Then any stanza ever thought or wrote

Poem Details | by basit lateef |
Categories: bereavement, city, desire, hope, vanity,

Rational Cake




 
________________
Share me love- brethren
This national cake- I want
'coz it might go sour










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Poem Details | by R. e. taylor |
Categories: city, dark, death,

Cries of the City

Cries of the Streets

Tonight the sky is darker than  normal
A blackness where even the shadows go into hiding
Still,  creatures roam the streets
Looking for those who will challenge their reign
Cries fill the sidewalks and alleys
Screams of pleasure and pain
The wails of the Banshee collecting it’s souls
Women stand on the corners looking
Men prowl looking for their next conquest
Sirens take away the dead and dying
While babies cry for their long lost mothers
Thus, it is life in the city
Where hope fades with the sun
And life in just not to be lived
It is just to be survived

Poem Details | by W.A. CHOLT |
Categories: city, conflict, death, world war ii,

Air Raid 1940

The drone of bombers 
In the night sky 
A wail of sirens 
From the terrified city
Where youth and innocence die.

W.A. CHOLT.  Copyright Fergal O Reilly  2018.