Alleys Poems - Poems about Alleys

Let’s make the Greenland green again Melt down the ice with fire Let’s build on Greenland’s pleasant land A city of desire Erect the towers most gigantic And hotels on the coast The biggest port on the Atlantic I dare to propose Let’s make some money out of soil I hope you understand We’ll label it a Greenland oil A number one oil...

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Your smile on alleys with linden trees is like a moonlit nights under the shining stars. On the bench, in the park with summer flowers, I wish to embrace you near by my soul... Now, with white hair in my way to the starry sky in the moonlit, on alleys with linden trees with summer flowers I see lovers smiling and embracing one another ...and life goes on......

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If some is good more is better Less is threatened all enslaved If more is reasoned less is questioned Good intentions —hell repaved (Dreamsleep: January, 2023)...

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The Alleys of Virtual Municipalities By David J Walker I love walking the rutted roads Running in hidden groves Through the residential jungles the rambling backyard boulevards dividing the single file plies of dirt and gravel A straight line between Picket fenced fortresses of Flimsy privacy providing Trash truck Sunday drivers with a A No...

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I chase you through the alleys of my mind Your quickened steps ensure you're out of reach My tears collect then run much like my feet You cannot see or hear their silent speech And in the shadows of forgotten dreams I strain to see the beauty of your face Before that blessed dawn of surety Illusive to my heart, you leave...

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Saša Milivojev - BLIND ALLEYS Concrete Glass Rain Gloom All is withered Black birds I’m at the beginning I’m at the end of the alley O, Virgin Please Every verse I will sing You genuinely verify Through new eyes The remnants of people I recognise in satyrs That walk around in metropolises Using lies and cheating Adorning themselves with others’ merits Fighting with hidden horns The remnants of people I recognise In rabid cats That lurk and...

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As I walk past the alleys, I see you Crawling, begging, moaning in pain. Sorrows you hold, flood the avenue, Things you've lost and could never gain: You cry at the poverty, down the lane, And no nomads here hold your hand. I promise, I'll look up to you, fight you're bane, Let me just grow up once, I'll take your stand. Poverty,...

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Urban Alleys – poet’s dozen contest windblown city streets becalmed trash waiting idly beneath tour buses sweet breeze that will release the steam of gutter’s flowing stagnant stream rats - red eyes in furtive glances oil slicks glowing rainbow coats squinting sunrise peeking in the alley tarmac trash awaiting take-offs rippling rush night stalkers counting up their tally shape changing shadows on a soothing hush fresh...

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A nascent cry demands the signature of space. I will start the self destruction- clawing back on the land of betrayals. The rule of sky was at stake. Trees were burning and the birds want to grasp the stark reality of notional violence. In dark hour I know not words to lift the eyelids the cloud, the flowers, the blood ! Satish Verma...

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The darkened alleys beat Drumming to the sound of the falling rain Lifting my head in the gutter Crushed by the weight of water Or Is it burden? The siren screams low Head bows to the silent din Whilst knees scrape the dead gutter Where the past lies, clawing The yowl repeats A cry to the broken and forgotten Get Up Stand Up Yowling the beat to the thud...

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sometimes i feel going back time, in a place never been, starts with st.Ana winds, ends in a grid of dark alley, avevues, hand in hand lighted only by neon light, to separate the truth , from lies mario...

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sometimes i feel going back time, in a place never been, starts with st.Ana winds, ends in a grid of dark alley, avevues, hand in hand lighted only by neon light, to separate the truth , from lies mario...

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Ghosts rise up at night From the sinking tale of tides rocks hear all the Cries Charma (Not for the contest,but inspired by Raul's picture 'Ghost tides')...

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