Best Buildings Poems

Buildings go up
Trees come down
Country living
Becomes a town.

Wildlife vanishes
Streets appear
The destruction of yesterday
Draws quickly near.

Lights are abundant
Stars are no more
The horizon is hidden
Behind constructions decor.

Greed runs wild
Where nature walks
Silence is golden
But money talks.

Farms erased
Corporations written
The beauty of our land
No longer smitten.

Fresh air shrinks
Pollution expands
Across this...

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There is no truce for Hamas, these terrorist murderers not only kill Israelis, 
but allow their Palestine citizens, men, women, and completely innocent 
children to be slaughtered as shields for their insane and cowardly cause, I hope 
they (HAMAS) and other terrorist groups are all...

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Abandoned buildings
Along the street row on row
They watch and they wait...

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Man’s lofty hopes once soared in stone.
His architecture sought God’s sky,
In spires uprisen, sprung from earth.

Today, man’s mood is crudely shown
In concrete cubes that smite the eye,
Brute paleoliths of stone-age worth
That future archeologists, amazed, will scan,
And ponder… did ape-like artisans evolve from man?...

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There is no truce for Hamas, these terrorist murderers not only kill Israelis, 
but allow their Palestine citizens, men, women, and completely innocent 
children to be slaughtered as shields for their insane and cowardly cause, I hope 
they (HAMAS) and other terrorist groups are all...

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The buildings in the city
Love to talk about
All the hustle that's within
And bustle that's without

Downtown people always
Scurrying here and there
As the buildings windows
Take on a reflective stare

Everyone around them
Always on the go
Not knowing where they're going
But staying with the flow

Not at all the least bit...

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I look across the tables filled with crowds of people and I see cliques, families, and couples. These are structures to me, under constant construction yet fully complete at the same time. There, stands pillars of popularity, supported by many butresses that cling on their...

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Somewhere 
Inside empty buildings
Our voices still echo
Bouncing
From 
Wall to wall

Somewhere 
Inside empty buildings
Where our voices still echo
Are the sounds
Of our shoes
Walking in
Walking out
Walking on

It’s quiet now...

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Born and lived as one
Suffering terrorist wrath
Housing souls within

Falling to their knees
With fatal skeletal wounds
Bleeding flesh and dust

Catastrophic acts
To the ground, loose curtains fall
Human spirits soar

9/11 names 
Speaking through living voices
Never forgotten...

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Somewhere 
Inside empty buildings
Our voices still echo
Bouncing
From 
Wall to wall

Somewhere 
Inside empty buildings
Where our voices still echo
Are the sounds
Of our shoes
Walking in
Walking out
Walking on

It’s quiet now...

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Cock-crow precipitation -dripping
from the eaves stores cry, “no, no they weep.”
Ciao to the sun-god and the dryness coming
the conurbation awakes from sleep.

Crows roost on high-wires caws calling 
begging their searching for initial treat.  
Five wire, barbwire, steel-post line falling
in a fissure many feet deep.

Placid...

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It's something in the architecture
I see a face
Clear as looking at a picture
It looks at me in this place

The walls, they see everything
People trapped inside the paint
Shadows see everything
Every heart that you did taint

I'm trying to free them
Tour all the walls down
Thought that we could...

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Trump Buildings On Every Block

Did have all of our heads deep in the sand
Inauguration was abandoned by another band
Connection by Trump supporters was not found
Now that he for White House will be bound.

Never understood what Trump may mean
He tries to avoid each confusing scene
Looks like...

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Ancient ruins stand alone, 
tired sentries over ancient lands; 
 they watch and remember their glory days.  
Testaments to their builders; 
do they ever wish a glorious revivification?

History tells their stories when 
they need them heard but, 
the, “horses mouth” can tell them better....

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 "Old buildings inspire my poetic soul,
and touch my heart forever."

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