Backstreets Poems - Poems about Backstreets

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 head that thinks for me. There are often traffic jams in the highway; the railroad tracks visibly rusty The footpath gets dark some days so I...

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BACKSTREETS In the back streets of my mind, I play again the games of my childhood. Vehicles few and far between, to interrupt our play; Our soccer ball, leather scuffed by tarmac, Thuds against the goal, chalked on the wall Of Mr. Thompson’s house. Until, his patience at an end, He comes out, roaring, red-faced, To chase us away, fist shaking. “I know who you...

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I haven’t walked for long on the backstreets of my mind. In the twilight hour i see now the fading memory lane meander to meet the dim pavement deserted where our footsteps once echoed with the resonance of our togetherness as we walked hand in hand. The mystic glow of the luring lights cast our fused shadows on the present, lengthening onto the past down...

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In the back streets of my mind, tears surge as I revisit a page. My mind clears, I recollect the rage, the undreamed depths of hope caught frozen, ceaseless love, a soul that's broken. In the back streets of my mind; can you die of a broken heart? Adieu, had not been intended for our breath....

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I have a worry that concerns me, for it is related to my health, and as it is always with me, thus, it has darkened the backstreets of my mind, which used to shine with hope; I pray these dark alleys will again fill with light. Sept. 25, 2019...

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In my mind’s backstreets lurks Miss Insistence Pushing self-interest and preference Questioning my worshipful reverence: “Are you staying in the Lord’s residence As immune from sin-virus’ decadence?” With angst trying to prevail in my heart My mind welcomes Mr. Deceit’s sham art Magnifying pride with arrogance-dart Mocking my yielded soul to God’s rampart As if saying “You’re wrong right from the start.” Mrs....

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I will tell you of the backstreets In a brain that has grown old A mind that has wandered often When it was young and bold Old brains should deal in minutiae A myth right off my tongue For mine looks at the universe I couldn't solve when young It thinks of distance in light years Time as infinity And whether stars are live or...

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In the backstreets of my mind where cobwebs live, from time to time. I need to dust the cobwebs from past hurts off, and send them on their way. I need to dust the cobwebs from past pain off, and say, good riddance to you this day. I need to dust the cobwebs from the unforgiven off, and say, I will not...

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As I travel down The roads of my life I love the easy roads Brightly lit And easy to roll down As I pass the exits Of the backstreets of my mind I see Regret Street Sorry Avenue Anger Way Memory Lane Excitement Road Love Highway Happy Lane I wonder what backstreet I will choose to visit I love the exits That bring joy And wonderful memories When I least expect it My...

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BACKSTREETS OF PARIS - MONSIEUR L'VAMPYRE One spring and sunny day I set my sight behind my darkened lenses, feigning night, so I might stroll in my own way and see what's life in light of day, my thread put to my back, I travelled light; when Paris comes to all its greenery, there's not a sight that means so much...

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BACKSTREETS OF PARIS (Monsieur L'Vampyre) One spring and sunny day I set my sight behind my darkened lenses, feigning night, so I might stroll in my own way and see what's life in light of day, my thread put to my back, I travelled light; when Paris comes to all its greenery, there's not a sight that means so much to me as...

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