Best Gentrification Poems
Main Street had a classic pool hall,
Hustlers, chisellers, and those who like to fool all,
Second-hand stores along the way,
And the old Helen's Grill greasy spoon café.
Now, Main Street's no longer the same;
Developers and yuppies have changed the game.
They say it’s all for common good,
But the oldsters miss their good old neighbourhood.
Categories:
gentrification, change,
Form:
Couplet
If I am the water the purest of elements and there is a bridge that holds the sense of matter
How does material to form layers of rust?
If snow is of the earth and forming climax how is black ice made from the surface or with in the crust?
If sound has sound waves and volume is with in density what is matter?
So what cause friction is it the force of one side opposition the other or the sound it is to difficult to manger?
With looking at a map do one look at the side of the map or view it from ground up as if to build?
Is it the responsibility of the citizen to shape society or has it all ready be build
What is structure?
For me what truly matter it start with just ask question
Oh how I can here my teacher now telling me to meet them after class so many question
Who is to answer.
Categories:
gentrification, art, love,
Form:
Verse
Rest from world-wild gentrification,
city by citation,
never honking hurt inhabitants.
Armoured by cultural displacement,
no fraught with controversy,
peace and ceasing.
Landlords raising,
no ethnic minorities,
landlording themselves.
Potholes might get filled,
but the heart line might not appear.
Nothing happens along racial lines,
glorifying the guests is mandatory.
Graciously, without feeling offense,
No subjecting to extensive questioning:
"What is your religion?"
Categories:
gentrification, beautiful,
Form:
Free verse
Yesterday, I drove by where we used to live.
I remembered when we lived there everything was fine.
But I couldn’t believe what I saw when I got there.
They tore the farm up and built a mall.
How could they do it, to the farm?
They wrecked the forest, with a road right through it.
How could they do it, to the forest?
They built a highway next to where our house was.
Now the trucks race by in an endless line.
How could they do it, to our neighborhood?
All the little stores, on the wrong side of the highway,
Now all boarded up, with no-one inside.
How could they do it, to the businesses?
How could they do it, to the people?
How could they do it at all?
When we lived there, everything was fine.
Categories:
gentrification, anger, change, community,
Form:
Free verse
Eastphalian ruled sovereign campaign,
gentrification and coexistence,
belly.
The sign of Westphalian vignetted suffering,
the planetary groping vortex of the poor,
lumpy.
Southphalian, it shall not be infringed,
the right of the people to keep and bear Arms,
greasy.
Northphalian struggles to remain serious,
level of scrutiny,
and trigger does not yet lock as well,
domicide.
Categories:
gentrification, anxiety, grave,
Form:
Free verse