Alleyways Poems - Poems about Alleyways

*** Bucket List *** I want to discover the regions that rise Up from between blades of grass and climb To alien atmospheres; I want to examine for traces Of fingerprints left on guitar strings, to know If talent carries a transmitting touch. Then, I might dwell some long days peering into The brush strokes of...

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Lost in an algorithmic alleyway I shuffle papers seeking warmth’s rapport each page a heartless memory gone numb rustling sheets - torn sails - confined to shore catch still the drifting scent of distant seas translate life’s deepest dreams so weeping eyes can taste the salt sting spray of breaking trough lie still amid the silence when it dies Yet still I scribble...

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A highway of regret… an avenue of denial A boulevard of hopes and dreams where footsteps have defiled A thoroughfare of wanton time each choice a dead end road In fated plundered wanderlust —dark alleyways of stone (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2018)...

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Alleyways Ill thought of entryways, back doors for the less than, dimly lit to conceal the other side of Main Streets façade. Trash cans, disputed bounty of the homeless and rodents, loose change of empty cans and bottles rattling in old carts, recyclers by default. Film covered windows overlooking the bleakness of immigration’s flaws. Scented breezes wafting across oceans, introducing themselves. Echoed footsteps trudging littered alleyways, entering darkened doors. Homes that offer laughter and...

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< It hides behind the shadows, around the corner and through the alleyways of our hearts afraid to surface lest it be called upon to show itself and bare its soul. It lays alone and lonely, well hidden behind its fears. Nonetheless, it desperately attempts to search its way slowly,...

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I was one of those fools, lurching about in the streets. My chin, gushing its cherry juices, was sliced open by some ghastly blade flying in the night, a weapon wielded by pure madness. I was crouched behind a bordello dumpster, caked in joyous grime, a man challenged by none but bested by all. Sick, weary, bloodied, and clueless, I sat naked in...

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