Best Detroit Poems

Abstrusely they spoke about things unknown.
They figured she understood because she responded within knowledge given by the Lord.

Never could she state what was meant.
She countered innately.

She rejoined her past.
Her findings were that someone, other than herself, revamped yesterday.

How does history repeat?
Atrocious is this cruelty.

What went...

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Our old Plymouth wagon sits junked in the yard
Collecting pine needles and rust
Ten years of abuse and driven too hard
Now an eyesore, the neighbors might fuss

Chrysler Corporation was not at their best
Before Iacocca, I think
"Car lot got flooded but we did a road test."
The salesman...

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detroit river walks
to stroll the scenic view
the breeze takes wind grabbing your hair
river walks down belle aire 
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PENNED ON AUGUST 25, 2014!...

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We may have high crime rates, but there's nothing like living by the Great Lakes.


I live in Detroit Michigan

Where I Live Contest
Sponsor: Silent One
October 3, 2016...

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Teens walk the streets full of fear,
A ton of murders every year,
Death,
Theft,
Hate and knives,
Drugs,
Money,
Murdered wives,
These are the things I see,
But they shall never create me,
It's crazy how most of our teen 
murders are gang related,
For some teens never had love,
After joining a gang,
They will fight...

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Welcome to the Motown Motor City,
asphalt carpet ghetto grind
Automated fated urban living,
everyday inner-city surviving
Hard mean streets handing out no pity,
sharpens perceptive razor minds
Last stop underground freedom giving,
all-day Exodus gospel arriving

Factory-built hearts living manufactured dreams
Black Bottom be a lowly place to start,
Paradise Valley is a forgotten...

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Most everyone has heard
of the place I come from
They hear mostly bad news, sad news
Tragic Detroit black and blues
The crime,
the murders,
The violent riots
that constantly divides us
But I grew up during a special time,
when Detroit was singing
and making the nation dance
I was born in a generation
that...

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Maiming, killing, chaos, happening throughout this nation, happenings everyday.
Saw an article in the newspaper about the City of Detroit. A killing frequently just another day.
Now as Christians we should realize and know that violence breeds violence.
So what do we do? We arm our educators so...

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Lyrics are sung to the music of 
David Bowie’s “Panic in Detroit”


                           Just another slow rush hour,
  ...

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DETROIT IS:

D ynamic
E nergetic
T ough
R evitalized
O ptimistic
I nventive
T riumphant

M ajor
I ncentitives for
C ompanies to
H ighlight
I nventions and
G rowth
A mong
N ew Detroit...

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Tragically enough I had too much to drink that night,
a night of fun and no responsibility in sight,
the freedom of a teenager seemed so wrong yet right,
as we cruised through Detroit so I was filled with such fright.
I had great friends but they were as...

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Baby powder had a ram charged incoming in the D tonight while everyone is still hibernation like grizzly bear but wiped out with charming so soft and cozy for suited taylored comfront which is too lazy in their boy. As for the wind chilled the...

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It's the Motor City 
Motor Capital of the World
Fordtown 
Motown
Hockeytown

It's lying in shards
Like olden Rome 
Love among the ruins 
With an abrasive outside layer
Of exhaust looks and horrendous faces 

It's Rock City
Automobile City
Arsenal of Democracy  
Big D
City of Straits
 
It's a rough, tumble, sports...

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At the 5:00 whistle
When the sunset in late November
Is less light and more molten
Like a blast-furnace window
Glowing above the highway home

Goo spilling from its sparkling ladle
Bent
At the off-ramp’s arthritic elbow

The city smolders
Under
The backs and braces of its groaning bridges
Like a half smoked cigarette
Crushed under the...

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I’m not sure
I have the strength anymore
To be discovered

Stepping into the cold black lake of February
Clopping to work in frozen slop
Snow snarling at my ankles

Car coughing
Windshield gritting its white teeth

I wear a body double of fur curved
Like a polar beast on my back

Then the Voice...

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