Apartments Poems - Poems about Apartments

That cream-coloured car is there again in the parking space at that block of white flats. She's there every weekday, its owner: a warden, official, administrator? Does she work in a room there, or wander the corridors, nattering to residents who seem to be the walking dead? Or does she shut herself away till home time? Why do I find an interest in that...

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I (a youthful sexagenarian) can no longer quip being a country boy at heart, but me as urban cowboy, I declare would never so fuhgeddaboudit dear reader nothing 'cept bucolic existence laboring organic garden harvesting fruits and vegetables by the bushel and quart constitute an appropriate start. Don't get me wrong; Every cell comprising body electric of mine, would yearn to prolong and relish those bygone salad days, whereat (R)oute...

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after dark April 26th, 2022 Prometheus bound out the heavens to strike fear in the hearts of men and women reminding us mortals how like oxen yoked (together via a wooden beam forced to undergo strenuous labor) unlike most elderly residents here at Highland Manor Apartments whose arising out of bed exertion tuckers sexagenarians, septuagenarians, octogenarians, nonagenarians, and very small number of centenarians out nevertheless awakening me courtesy ear...

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They lied when they said that in the apartments it would be different, we would live well with sandwiches and cell phones. All TVs vomiting colours and the problems the manager would solve. When that guy killed himself in the H tower there was silence for two days. But soon the children made noise, the blenders went crazy and the sirens screamed showed new...

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you arrive in pieces... the horrible details I almost forgot I always asked you to look north and other things I regret I used my sharp words I built you I didn't even get tired of your sick steps around the house or your corny shirt written 'do you love me?' now the sun is setting fast leaves an indecent streak of light in...

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I live in a city that has a soul, He talks to us as we walk, Just be quiet and listen a little, The stories of the city are about everything. It's good to walk around Novosibirsk, Trees stand decorously along the street. You go and see the City look, Which looks from houses and shops. Siberian city with a lot of stories, It...

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Empty apartments Everywhere Emptiness ready to be Created into something But I am no longer able to create My pen is unable To express anything Anymore And there are empty apartments Everywhere Ready to be Written in On a refurbished desk While the sky exhales rain On the darkest day But That never happens here anyway....

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tho its real cold i still feel the mole inside its to much heat that i can't beat makeing sweat a lot my APARTMENT TO HOT...

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word on the street is that the rich of the empire want to be safe & sound when the sky falls, when their “god” spits on humanity breeding “hellfire,” or when the nukes fly or the ground breaks up like it always does in the movies--- be it the Mayan calendar bull*****or the polar shift, etc., hollywood has scared even the rich &...

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My apartment is empty and will forever be, Its old and creepy No one wants to stay there Everyone tells me i was crazy to stay there as long as i did i will not go there ever again. My old apartment is creey and old and so full of mold....

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