Asphalt Poems - Poems about Asphalt

In a world where shadows stretch across asphalt streets, the modern man searches for his soul among dazzling advertisements, alienated, stripped of ancestral creativity, transformed from a creator into a silent consumer, his smile, a mask on a billboard, bearing the pride of a scentless existence, in a world where presence becomes absence, and essence is lost among useless objects, our souls are...

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If the people against, the true deniers could change life and rebuild the world, they: Would erase all progress that exists today, and return to a nonexistent "glorious time" of the past... they would create a world of their own... where the strongest would command everything... There would be a democracy only for them, where they would determine who should and who should not... where permissiveness would reign for...

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In the crevices of a tired town, roaches scuttle under moonlit sighs, their dinky bodies torn by shadows that shroud the crumbling edges of life. A cat lounges, indifferent, its gaze halfway between hunger and apathy, as food spills—moldy bread, booze-slicked whispers lingering as lost dreams. Vomit pools near the park bench, an unintended homage to a night forgotten. Sunlight spills through broken...

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Asphalt black gets blacker still In the total calm, sounds disappear Wind gives up the sin of motion Ocean tides know no boundaries Only the pain of waves slapped back Over the top, tippy top of mountains Whispering over times broken spine Step lightly. Feel the darkness there Fill in the crevasses of the demised It is wise to remain in...

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I bought an RV , that's where I'm living these days.. Living and learning all the RVing ways. When I awoke this morning it was raining 'round here. But my RV wasn't leaking and that filled me with cheer. Last night I fixed the fridge and I filled it with food, I'm a warm, dry, well fed, RV having dude.. Aboard...

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Home from School A little stream by the village bridge. Clear cold water over jagged stones searched for pieces of china in the mud as we meandered slowly home. Once-treasured patterns and bits of bones and a black eel,rolling wave,burrowing far. We sucked sweet nectar from fuchsia flowers on our way home from school ...

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Concrete Fire escapes Graffiti city wide Apartment fire engines race Jungle...

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Boy gets up at six Needs no alarm of complaint To shake The brief night of sleep From his hay-cropped hair Brushes his teeth Smokes a two dollar holler of cigarette for breakfast A pack a day is like tax day for him Paid by ten in the morning Then the day is free and clear Holds down his car as it bucks to life Lurches...

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Erratic flower in steaming asphalt sprouted blest dandelion...

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Grid city closed in streets congested. every man it's a subject in the maze symbiotic... the city attacks with volcanoes steelmakers industrial plant... without trees, the city if plant in posts, steel beams... no harvest, fertilizes in concrete fertilizer bizarre... The city smokes, the city screams... But she causes shock! Magic City... the whistle from factory it's flute candy! and everyone dances... the horns are orchestras spontaneous where all touch... and mine throat a lump seeing the crowd so alone...!...

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Asphalt Cars swerving, horns honking, I’m struggling to cross the road. I’m not a chicken if that’s what you’re thinking. But it would be easier to be able to honk my own horn. Save my life, maybe. All I see are blurry visions. I’m not too surprised though, I was born with bad eyes. Maybe, if I’m lucky, I might find a...

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Our city is three restaurants, a roller rink, and a rundown dorm. We fly over red brick roads on truck beds and the squeaky wheels of shopping carts. Don't ask where we got them. Nothing good ever happen in this town, so we happen for ourselves, screaming at the moon and each other and running...

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Asphalt Nomads By David J Walker The nomads of the asphalt travel In the dying light of the day as solitary nova’s with Walmart shopping carts Knowing where to find discarded Treasures Asphalt nomads have no numbers they answer To many names they laugh at Your concerns for their welfare The asphalt Nomads marvel at the speed and ease Of a stolen bicycle and The meal at...

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asphalt angels dance august ghosts haunt the future dogs await their days John G. Lawless 6/2020...

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"The Unicorn and The Sticky Asphalt Jungle" Bedtime stories now walk through fog The Unicorn skips on lines of sticky Asphalt The father writes his play The mother seen as absent becomes deus ex machina she will be the only one to save the day Along The Road Bushfires burn the Heart A Child like a River runs along Butterflies, boilermaker, face mask immune low tolerance genetic...

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