Best Concrete Jungle Poems

The city is a dirty and polluted concrete jungle

It is  a place, where grime and graffiti

smear  the streets

rubbish, thrown to the floor

will stay there for days or maybe  weeks

bins

 so full

 that they spill out onto the pavement

garbage, dumped in an alley,...

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We ran through shy-scraper's maze 
Amazed at how they set our pace
Trapped by lack of  space
We butted heads through small door frames
All part of our frantic paper chase to escape the rat race
One day we'd run this concrete jungle
Yet upon broken bricks and faulty...

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Take heed of the roar of the law
There is always a crouching patrol
Safety is on your turf and in your lane
Guard your territory with your claws and fangs

Hunt during the day and by the night
Watch your prey and keep your puppies in sight
Find the beast...

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So many millions of staring eyes
Vacant of souls to light the skies
All the noise! So much noise!
One can't hear thy inner voice
People shoving in a hurry
Upon their faces a look of worry
Rushing here and rushing there
Stopping not long enough to care
Such a mess all strewn...

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Concrete jungle, rats and cats
Illuminated cats eyes traps draw us in
Grin when you fall no applause when you win
Jungle Life with jungle things
Food is scarce though greed is breeding
No Lion in sight, Tigers died from the fight
Eyes appear dim darkness steering you in
Want is need,...

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You say concrete jungle? I've never been near
Only tall grasses and green fields here
This delightful place you speak of is unfamiliar to me
It's a place I'd someday like to be

They say it's a place where dreams are born and even torn,
Torn apart and never spoken...

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A poem I wrote

The Street's with no growth.

There was no green grass
On the Street's of Hulme
No green grass 
Just a concrete tomb

No green grass 
Just tarmac hard
Cobbled street
Flagged backyard

No green grass
On the roadside edge
No flower, tree 
No bush nor hedge

No green grass
In the Hulme we...

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A-fter the twilight ends, 
N-ew dawn is about to break; 
N-either dusk nor dark
A-ims to bring heartache.

A-s the Saturday sun
R-ises above the horizon; 
D-ay eleventh of March
O-pens the burning beacon.
N-o more mist and haze to eliminate the thrill; 
A-ll you feel is mirth, in the...

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Concrete jungle; a game preserve 
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Muffled echoes drift unheard
Sentient shadows shift not seen
Vivid colors in perfusion splayed 
Across the white castle walls
Nutritional content is zero
Please step up to the drive through 
The other windows are closed
So who do you blame
For a culture's erosion
Just ask the...

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A red fox suddenly creeps
out of hiding in Rick's shed,
startling him...

"Whoa! Aren't you a fish out of water, sly one?,"  he asks

The fox freezes for a second,
confused by the question.

Rick fires off two more...

"So, what brings you to my neck of the woods?"

"Are you...

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The Khasis
and their living root bridges,
woven whispers of time,
a testament to patience
and respect for growth.

The Santhals
and their vibrant saris,
each thread a story told,
a tapestry of dances,
a chorus of ancient songs.

The Gonds
and their painted walls,
stories etched in ochre,
a language of the earth,
a legacy of dreams.

The Todas
and...

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An hell in a concrete jungle
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We have already turned as animals and

we lost our sixth sense for the stomach

Filling the stomachs and running back to currencies

have taken our days and years

Love has turned as nasty lust on roads and

romance has lost it’s purity

Violence encroaches everything...

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In the concrete jungle where the city's breath stirs,
Civilized man wanders, a ghost in artificial whispers,
Lost to the wild call of instinct’s embrace,
Trapped in a maze of steel, devoid of nature's grace.
His feet tread on cold and bare sidewalks,
A barren path, where instinct finds no...

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concrete jungle heat
suffocating cityscape 
~ bare feet loving grass...

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