Backstreets Poems - Poems about Backstreets

...We entered the Gumball Rally My driver was “Backstreets” Tally With his crazy fast car We still couldn’t get far Bad math, no gas, in Death Valley ......Read the rest...

... You skulked down the hidden backstreets of rationality, peering through the keyholes of human decency, and crawled in through the sewers of thought, to whisper your name to the unsuspecting i......Read the rest...

...My Prayer Of Ask Lead us- Dear Father Guide us over great Jehovah from our barren lands We ask you, Lord, to lead us and keep us sane far from the legion of darkness thick and gross hands. Build ......Read the rest...

...Then there is the night with its backstreets of characters, masked, intractable, unwilling to leave the comfort of their lifelong haunts. They call out then turn away in fear of being known. ......Read the rest...

...The boss aka Bruce Springsteen and the E Street band Bruce Frederick Joseph Springsteen born at Monmouth Medical Center in Long Branch, New Jersey, on September 23, 1949. His nationaliti......Read the rest...

...An aged boy is wander wakes up at the dawn secretly looks through the house neighborhood backstreets market stores Walks around and takes a look the light is invisible Go up and down the......Read the rest...

...When dappled shadows flit through darkened backstreets, and whispers rendezvous with one another, the usual bright spirits take a backseat. They nurture remnants of rebounds which smother. When......Read the rest...

...You might not remember; it was so long ago. Our memories devise tricks to flush away pain. But I walk here in the alleys of remorse During the darkening final days of the year. I seek to atone ......Read the rest...

...Sunset in the backstreets. Coal and brick dust catches small glimmers and sparks. A cobbled together backyard grows yet shorter shadows a boy in kaki cloth plays with a beat-up red plastic f......Read the rest...

... Red Shoes Pretty legs lonesome heart black dress in the backstreets of Chicago Pretty face ruined heart black soul I stabbed him to death in Chicago ......Read the rest...

...When my heart could no longer illuminate, I gazed towards horizons shrouded in blurry blackness, revealing the agony of my sorrows to the moon. Wondering if it would gift me a beloved that refl......Read the rest...

...Colour The joy I find in colour This extraordinary thing Tiny backstreets shout with vigour Freeing prison walls to sing When the streetlight slowly flickers On our lifeless habitat The......Read the rest...

...She lives with low rent day dreams on no name backstreets. Dirty sidewalks made from quicksand concrete, There's no yellow brick road. In this city like a desert without an oasis. ......Read the rest...

...Looking For Treasure By R.e. Taylor I want to go out Spend the day treasure hunting No, I don’t need no map Don’t need no “X” marks the spot I will find it all on my own I want to search the......Read the rest...

...In the back streets of my mind, I sail in a sea of daydreams, my imagination is sometimes free to run helter-skelter. Thoughts of tomorrow haunt me. It can be tough to navigate through this ......Read the rest...