Best Streets Poems

to my kindred soul
...i know you are out there
somewhere on the other side
across cobblestone streets
that scorn my feet, like hearts
on the pathways and wrong turns
of so called love

i've been kissed
but not by your lips
nor with the same passion
as the skies at dawn

i've been wrapped
in the...

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Streets of blood

She stood upon the terrace high
streets of blood below
The gate left open in the night,
a dark sky threatens snow

With swine and pearls running free
her bed sheets fought the wind
A tear drop fell her worried eyes
at hate now once again

Of drawbridge wars in endless...

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There is one kind of beauty in a morning walk illuminated by the moon..and yet…there is a different kind of beauty walking after a rain…when all the streets are wet.

The streets take on a glow…one you never see at noon…the shadows seem to shimmer in...

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At first, remember how we were 
skeptical strangers?
Then, by mystical magic, we 
melted into close friends!
I hope we meet in the golden streets 
of heaven!
Where our friendship never ends!





                11-15-2021

Panagiota...

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Do I dare look at you when I walk these streets?
Chase your shadow as it crawls under my feet?
For I have walked my way through 
These pleasant, summer nights
Trailing any trace of you in amber
Street lights.
Hearing the laughter of men and women
Drunken behind bars, their...

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They walk the streets of loneliness
Lost without direction
Doing whatever it takes
To pay for that next injection

Bodies thin and dirty
Sickness in their veins
Only thoughts in their mind
Is getting that drug again

Sadly, lost in their own minds
Mental health out of control
Somebody’s child or loved one
Broken no longer...

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Gun shots rang out but no one hears.
A life comes to an end but no one fears.
A casual habit now a sin that in prisons the soul.
Another life settling for less than their predestined goal.
How can a child once filled with love grow into a...

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City streets spew fire on sunburnt July day.
Dabbing sweat from brow, I meld into paved sea. 
Mick cries out "Angie" from quaint corner café;
slowing steps, I search his stripped-bare poignancy.

Strangers strut in sync with street’s allegro beat.
Pigeons peck concrete, hungry coos offbeat.
Sullen faces fall, diverting...

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Dark Night – City Streets


A dark night on city streets
soft yellow glare of streetlights
outlining slow creepy things.

Scents of cooling kitchens
and boiling excitement
tickled the deepening thrill.

A rising tremor of frightful glee
slinking through the streets
mocking the shadows lies.

City streets crawling with anticipation
window shades peeked through
doors held ajar...

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The words that follow are not so grand
Because of The Streets on our countries land
By day they are light, lived and free
As night fades they change you'll see
 
Community spirit grows and sprouts
As the evening draws, neighbourhoods ooze doubts
The person you seen hours before
Is not...

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Walking the streets of  Dayton
Warning my city of the Lord’s soon arrival
Explaining the Mark of the Beast
And tribulation survival
What’s it gonna take to escape the things coming upon this earth?
I’ve been hearing stories about this time coming since my birth
All ears are peeled
Curiosity is...

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He left home when he was barely thirteen,
Said he got tired of getting beat, by an old man that was down right mean.
Said it might have been different, had he done something wrong,
He said shoot I ain’t perfect, but I know when I don’t belong.

He...

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On the streets of lively Mumbai,
Close to the sandy Juhu,
They serve Chaat and Masala Chai,
To make your heart go Yoohooo!!

The English, Locals and Arabs!
Jews, Africans and Chinese!
Gather to the aroma of the herbs,
And to relish the Indian Cuisine!

Vending stalls have lined the route,
As the natives...

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I was a meticulous city planner, like future plans we make for jasmine days,
And I loved beautifying the big city, like blooming parks where nature plays.

I was ever striving to improve the metropolis, proposing plans and projects,
And meeting with public officials, as stars and moon...

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For my Brother on his bipolar journey


With fifty-nine tears, I stare at the phone, wanting to 
understand.  I had your voice in my hand.  Intense pain now 
washes through our decade’s bones.  I must be able to rinse it, 
cleanse it and...

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