Best Metropolis Poems

Tower, buzz and scurry
Oh great resilient city
Ahoy!
Alive.  Scramble bustle earth's
 ethnicities
On lurid quests--
A pendulum of tantric turmoil and
Blessed harmony

Quixotic city--brash,
Sangfroid merotomized and
Chrematistic--metro nonpareil.

See a myriad melange of
Tortured splenetic
Souls and great spirits
Noble and soothfast

Great city, your hecatombs
Of underground trains
Roar scream in
Hodge-podge graffiti attire

Fat fuming brattling...

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Autos race by as bicyclists 
     dodge destruction 
amidst the heavy traffic 
Millions of urban workers 
     hurry back from lunch 
  shielding themselves 
from the bitter city winds 
    which are blowing...

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Lost in an urban jungle...
Cannot see the gates to their soul
-to those metallic animals roaming
towards a fictitious destination...

A seagull disoriented
by skyscrapers' blue reflections
The ocean breeze is calling
The upwards is the only escape

Wings heavy with heat and smog
Slap Fate with willpower – mine
I will have to...

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There survives a burg, strangled by,

A fume as thick as thieves,

Where soaring glass stalagmites screen,

The adroit aggrieved.

Skyscrapers and broad avenues,

Where vast trains shunt and squall,

Where soaring glass stalagmites screen,

The vestige’s caterwaul.

Where night tide is perennial,

The gargoyles chill and ward,

Aged curves and finials resist,

Thick gnarling walls...

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The monopoly metropolis, o'er the mass.
The sun has set 'pon the great pass.
All for one and none for all, 
the old grey miser throws a ball;
...no peasants allowed....

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Spent some time 
in the country 
      Forest full of trees, 
lakes full of fish 
     Deer walking by
as hawks hover overhead
    Contemplating nature 
has its rewards 
     But...

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A nick on a lamppost,
a curtain tears.
Crushed pieces of glass,
are what this lane of memory bears
 
This story is like most,
there is joy, there is pain.
Good times, bad times,
a part of history it became.
 
A time of segregation,
one side black, one side white.
Which could only...

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Early to rise
late to lay,
business minded people
who barely slay;
best of friends with traffic
who make their day.

Clicking show glasses of Ghana bons
with schoolers ready to buy;
Athletic traffic sellers who could
catch up a bus at 120

A metropolis
coloured with yellow molue and danfo buses
whose drivers are as audacious...

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This Empire of Strangers,
This City of Drifters,
A sea of people bobbing about-
Some new, some old, some 
Somewhat familiar.
Every night, we dream together,
But our dreams differ;
Everyday, we work together,  
Yet never with each other.
And though we dine in the same places
And smile and greet from...

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The demons and ghosts
of last night 
have faded with the morning light 
A nice crisp day 
here in the metropolis
Sun streaming in 
through my window 
A new day filled 
with possibilities 
I take out a pen 
and write this ode
The midsummer heat 
has faded 
Now,...

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She walks ancient canyons 
twisted steel monolithic spires.
Racing high her memory clouded 
gray sky leadened in pain.
Like someone quietly loosen their hair 
Let storms gather along a deserted plain, bring…
How her hands clutches as lightning gathers 
Like ravens at a murder, sing…
she rises to meet...

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My cousin, Metropolis is jealous of me,
Megalopolis said, at the company tea.

I have more people,
But she has more sprawl.
I think we’ll fix this today.
I have put in a call.

They settled it fast.
They settled it quickly.
Metropolis and Megapolis,
Cousins, comrades, friends, 
Settled it smartly and slickly.

And Megalopolis...

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Lights in the Metroplois(revised version)

As citizens cross
      wide boulevards
               city lights 
dance on the pavement
Ethereal landscape 
      Created by the 
shining...

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Run in time to the rhythm
and rage of the metronome grace.
Masses match, I see her fall in time.
Framed in thoughts of rain. 
Down she tumbles down 
her face frozen in the hall, 
I see it all As the shadows wash in. 
I feel my fury...

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Through the window, I gaze.
Onto a tangled Dead Sea of black towers, 
In this manmade night I see you there.

In the silhouette of the dreams and electron streams.
The city sores before me, break like thunder upon these optics.
I focus on the horizons jagged steel and...

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