Berlin Poems - Poems about Berlin

german wienerwurst heavily lavished ketchup a hot pretzel too possibly a beer dark bubbly gagging brew welcome to berlin...

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this non conformist city breathes a calm but edgy air through gaps in the graffiti and the street art everywhere its face is sometimes brutal but its heart and soul seem not and it walks a sexy diverse walk that’s cold yet somehow hot (but I know I’m getting older when those fun thoughts in my head reject the swinging KitKatClub for KitKat bars instead) and...

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"Get high on yourself baby You The revolution" It wasn’t Reagan chirping away That brought down the Berlin Wall It was Nina Hagen brawling like a sprung spider From a death crack in the wall She understood its graffitied brick and steel Was but a trembling empty web Before the CIA ever did She A wound-up special weapon of orange and green wired hair "Born from Xixax" Safety...

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Monkeys make the world go round The world go round, the world go round Monkeys make the world go round They make the world go round. Vervet, howler, capuchin Marmoset or tamarin Their ooking and their screaming sound Can make the world go round. Monkey-monkey-monkey-monkey Monkey-monkey-monkey Monkey-monkey-monkey-monkey Monkey-monkey-monkey....

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Rome was always a playground for me, Where lovely girls thronged around the streets: The Fontana dei Trevi where people threw coins Hoping they would revisit enchanting Rome, Or on the Spanish stairs amid the delicate flowers Exuding fragrant perfumes of purple roses, Delicate dianthus or scented-leaf geraniums. There she sat, alone upon one of the steep stairs, Licking a vanilla ice-cream...

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Berlin, City of Espionage; split by a wall, divided into four only approached from the west by road, rail, and air corridor. Still carrying traces of the Berlin of Isherwood’s thirties days so very cosmopolitan still with its big Capital City ways. A certain grand style and a sort of debauched air contrasts of the strip clubs with the Eternal Flame burning there, not to be...

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A VW Beetle An unloaded thirty eight In the passenger seat And out through the gate A briefcase of secrets Chained to the wrist Memorized instructions From an unwritten list. In the event of an ambush Just pop five rounds in: The only trouble was They were sealed in a tin. We weren't even sure The rounds were live anymore The tin was dated Nineteen Fourty...

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The astral plane above knew no division of east and west, No barbed-wire border pierced its vast expanse. The sentry reverted his gaze swiftly back to base, His visage firmly fixed in the dark shadows of duty. No stellar show would dampen his resolve this night. Binoculars raised, pernicious pistol ready He scanned the ghostly death strip ahead . Hostility hovered,...

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I write upon the page Words plucked from the air The clarity of the moment passes My words falter, fade and disappear Return a moment later Vibrant with life Razor sharp and crystal clear, The words of an old man Half awake half asleep The meandering, ambling words of an old man Drifting in...

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Fall Of Berlin There on the wall hangs a mixture of paint on linen, Leaving the impression of a city besieged, encased in ice; Purposely frozen in horror to remind the living, Of blood oozing from the rubble into the streets. The Red Army has encircled Berlin during the second world war: 1, 2 With artillery guns, howitzers, and Katyusha rocket...

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Cold and calculated Assassain in the night A diplomat of the faded Never wrong; never right Thousand-mile stare The way she feels the ghost It happened here but not there Away from crashes at the coast Missing never meant-to-be’s Lonely as the setting sun Chaos is surrounding me Way too scary to be fun Heal this virgin flower Dilated and Sedated Hour after wasted hour Kinda wish I hadn’t waited Maybe...

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No way in No way out I feel like a prisoner in my own country American Berlin wall is what I call it It's funny how the past repeats itself Man kind selfish acts is like killing a bird with a stone stone bird killer stone bird killer stone bird killer stone bird killer go ahead and cast the first stone because I know you...

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Berlin was the last time we saw each other's eyes Berlin was different then Berlin was the last time I saw her beautiful smile Berlin was once my friend Berlin before the shadow stole the light Berlin risked lives on the sharpest knives Berlin is where the bunker lies Berlin was where it ends I never returned to see Berlin I never said...

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Berlin's a place that contradicts - It's vibrant, but it's haunting, The paradigm of hipness, with A history most daunting. The damage done in World War II Reduced it to a rubble And then the famous wall went up, Which led to years of trouble. You can't forget (and never should) The Nazi reign of terror. Memorials abound atoning For that awful era. Yet everything has...

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Heard about the Berlin Wall It made a rather horrid fall It stood so tall in victory's palm Everyone here is far from calm... History has been made for the saddened days Leaving no room for the crowd of joyous praise It’s a tragedy that this wall came tumbling down Now, they are like headless clowns with a frown Stand tall...

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