Avenue Poems - Poems about Avenue

It’s sad when poverty leads to the proliferation of gangs and sales of drugs which leads in turn to addiction. No bigger open market for drugs exists than one where great homelessness grew. Gangs are thriving even to this day there on Kensington Avenue. Gangs of many ethnicities, prostitutes and miserable folk hang out there hooked on heroin, fentanyl and coke. A billion dollar market where...

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“When it is obvious that the goals cannot be reached, don't adjust the goals, adjust the action steps.” - Quote by Confucius ------------------------------------------------------------- Human errors beyond measure K and A avenue intersection smoking hurt needling pain losing love of live living addicted people mistreating people mistreated unconscious youth forgetful leaders ruptured vein dying humanity homeless theories weighed hopes failed lot lots failed ...

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*This poem was written for "Kensington Avenue Poetry Contest, Anthony Biaanco, sponsor, July 20, 2025 KENSINGTON'S LAMENT ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Her city streets are grey and worn, with a denim sky overhead. Birdsong trickles out in fractured waves, as if feathered friends cried while flying her way. Engines sputter; horns blare. People hurry by her in silence, eyes down, broken...

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The wheels of the chaotic times churn for them the sands of crushed dreams in the desert of desiccated life, settling frenzied on the unstratified fragile structure of the disorganized dunes of desolate existence. The sequestered moments of distressed awareness, drift the dust of disarray to the foyer of failed being. The truth of trustful conviction...

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Here they come with  an iPhone Go Pro Zv Max buddies in their ears bopping to old tracks dead cat on a mic push it in yer face what are you doing, girl? Tryin’ to turn a trick earn your Rhino tranq? Sneakers burning keeping warm sleeping standing got no dorm Here they come in their pink puffy glittering long fat coats frothy coffee, milk of oats. Come see the zoo; we got dead...

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Where is this? Are we on Mars? America – just count the stores, capitalist carnivores. That so-familiar movie score, the swish of passing cars. The city built on Brotherly Love (Wells Fargo, Fitch and Abercrombie) at the mercy of Pam Bondi - was that a person, or a zombie? – What was Madison thinking of? Car’s no use: no place to park it. Arrested at a...

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Had lunch with a friend And we sat in the shade In a sidewalk arrangement The restaurant made. I live on the east side And she on the west. We meet to catch up At each other’s request. The corner was busy And traffic zipped by. With sirens and buses, I’m not gonna lie, The noisiness level Was blaring and loud, Plus bulldozers rolled As pedestrians cowed. Construction just added More...

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the avenue's trees  What is with this month of May the day is as cold as November  the leaves on the trees are full and green, yet among the mass of chlorophyll, I see many yellow and Auburn leaves. It is as if the trees think of autumn  has arrived and is prepared for winter hiatus. If I tell the plants it is because of melting...

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The town, ripped up like a carpet—flung to the side like a broken leg. In its scar the soldiers marched. Chanted for a ruler who ate in his highchair while he penned in their death warrants. Overhead birds of death floated, their naked beaks dying for flesh. It’s cold, so cold a little brown mole...

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I plant a seed by the sea and allow faith and courage to water it for thee I watch it grow with the passing wind until the heaven above move the substance within and the avenue of hope breaks through the gate and daylight stares straight in my face and my spirit suddenly came alive...

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The chapter I'm writing starts with this setting a side street that goes for a block and ends at a ravine. Boxes are stacked in the hallway. The crimson trees outside are still, but I know something stirs. The laptop screen glows as I write. I'll close the cover soon but the story never ends. A veil of clouds hides the sky. I'll grab a quick bite and do my...

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Beneath the stars, where galaxies align, A pathway hums with vibrant, pulsing light, The echoes call, as if the night's design. Where cosmic winds weave tales of fire and flight, The avenues of wonder stretch and twist, A tapestry of dreams that sparks the night. With every step, the shadows gently kissed, Electric whispers surge through veins of air, Each heartbeat dances, caught...

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I am stumbling along the beaten down path and struggling to get out of the dark, there are some boulders in the way and I have to work up extra energy to roll them away. The earth wakes up from its midnight slumber grumbling about an extramarital affair while the sun, moon and the stars...

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No more can you say that Paris is gay Only the left has right-of-way ...

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"Sweet child in time, you'll see the line the line that's drawn between good and bad" Having cold sweats again in this godforsaken ninety degree heat. Shivering uncontrollably. God, what I'd do for a warm comforter right now. Zombies all around me mumbling incoherent poetry no one understands or even cares to hear. Young people half my age or...

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