Best Urbanity Poems
Feeling the desolation, of smothering air
Hemmed in by crowds; the obliqueness of fear
Throng of the city and no sight of the sun
Incessant noise and the desire to just run.
And I drive.
Arterial routes clogged by metal and wheels
Schizophrenic drivers living others ideals
Neon and lights sizzling the sides of the streets
Marketing signage, greed’s consumer receipts.
And I drive.
White picket fences, roses, and manicured lawns
Ridiculous box housing, erected for ludicrous pawns
Playgrounds, big supermarkets, cafes and parks
Sprawling suburbia with its pools built by sharks.
And I drive
Warehouses dispensing the needs of the hordes
Industrious factories like cash castles of lords.
Sawmills busily feeding more desecration of land
Refuse collection sites completely sterile and bland.
And I drive.
Ten-acre barons on frivolous bundles of dirt
Escaping urbanity in the unproductive outskirts.
Postage stamp fields supporting ponies and kids
While toffee nose parents sit in ultra posh digs.
And I drive
Paddocks of cattle dispersed through productive farmland
Shiny new tractors with men toughened and tanned
Marshmallow hay bales pimple the face of the ground
Irrigators urinate on earth until drowned.
And I drive.
Magnificent mountains covered in beckoning trees
Clear running streams and whispering breeze
Wild flowers gently waving as robins flit all around
Radiant true colours and smoothing calm sounds.
And yes I am home.
Categories:
urbanity, change, conflict, nonsense,
Form:
Rhyme
God is the Lord of all humanity,
And the reason for our vitality;
When we ignore Him, there's insanity,
Volcanity, lack of morality,
Senseless brutality, profanity,
That leads mankind towards fatality;
Today, we're lacking in urbanity,
Because of no open mentality.
To trust in riches is inanity.
Believing Christ needs no formality,
He's the Way to heav'n, not mundanity,
Accept it or not, that's reality.
01-24-17
Categories:
urbanity, bible, god, truth,
Form:
Monorhyme
Where are the universal themes,
the parables, the parallels that might
be drawn from humdrum, quotidian
happenstance? We languish in these ruts
we live in and bear our days with resignation
(some with equanimity) -- justifying
our inaction, our failures to break free,
with feeble lame excuses -- never a real cause:
which is, succinctly, our timorous laziness.
A broadening of perspective, a striving toward the epic,
the grandiose -- with, perhaps, the universality of
civilized urbanity, or of rural natural simplicity or even
stark objectivity -- may these be what we need?
Here's the stale conclusion: be daring,
brave enough to become accustomed
to a singular (perhaps lone) existence.
When you must, be fair and listen but,
when you should, be insistently unbending
to the pressures and opinions of your peers.
And use your mind, your unique voice, and
proclaim incessantly your messages,
even to those who turn to you
their stubbornly deaf ears.
Categories:
urbanity, 12th grade, change, confidence,
Form:
Free verse
PARTS AND COUNTERPARTS
scrawled on the blackboard jungle, a mural
of profanity – pronouncing women’s names,
their parts and counterparts. reality creeps
from the verminous city streets. the mundanity of
laying out private jewels as a juxtaposition,
where silk and careful hands of morality are much kinder
and richer. but humanity takes hold of a fair lady’s dress,
tearing it off, shredding the human form to pieces,
leaving it drowning, cut off, creating the volcanity of a whore.
of this insanity is born the fatality of our newborn, with
no need for formality. the brutality of drug dealers and
youth molesters pulls the innocents down into the sewers.
they sense, they know, something is not right, but their fingers
slip, their feet cannot grip the slimy pit that drags them down
down
down
no one hears their cries for help. smoke like fog swirls around
their sacrificial heads. their eyes bleed with blue breaths.
the inanity and anonymity of their broken lives unbearable.
the mentality of cobblestone above their shattered roof, flowing
with the vitality of gold, silver and diamond luxury. a boy, a girl
can hear the click of red heels, the laughter of freedom, just out of reach.
he screams, “no, come back!”
she screams, “someone hear my cries, before i die!”
urbanity, so at ease. no one sneeze. no address of poor kindling tied
to the monster’s altar, where malicious eyes and tongues squeeze out laughter.
1/23/2017
Silent One’s Word Challenge Contest
Categories:
urbanity, dark, evil, innocence, pain,
Form:
Free verse
When I step inside your twisted reality ...
this is what my spiritual eyes see,
your soul revealed in it's totality
A scaly skin of self-serving morality ...
you always ask, what's in it for me,
what can you do for me materially?
Got emotional raging volcanity ...
spewing verbal pyroclastic debris,
you say you only speak Pompeiiese
With your serpentine smug urbanity ...
prefer a gated community,
only mingles with high society
Spread suburban mundanity ...
selling cookie-cutter, debt prison housing to families
with furnishings of faux upholstery
Invest in commercialism inanity ...
everything must be sold is your belief,
even used products with expired warranties
Keep a get-rich-quick mentality ...
you think everybody envies a successful thief,
need only confess to your corporate priest
Suited sharks all have an aggressive vitality ...
eat or be eaten is the mindset to be beastly,
you pick the bones clean with ravenous mendacity
Hiding your lewdness in the cloak of formality ...
giving gluttonous divinations at pagan feasts,
your rented body is the patron jinn of soiled sheets
Cutting all soft hearts with the blade of hard brutality ...
unlock the cages of your rapacious menagerie,
killing souls has been your most primal urgency
Tampered traffic lights creates a mass fatality ...
your hand pushes the button and turn the key,
creating carnage for all to witness your legacy
You pepper life-and-death stakes with vile profanity ...
a seasoned, master provocateur you be,
poisoning the minds with rancid digital obscenity
Rejecting all that is good for humanity ...
cursing the fruit of the life-giving tree,
you rage against the people of the holy
Time to step outside of your straight-jacket insanity ...
the evil that lives within the madness of your psyche
The truth of the cosmos shall consume you utterly
This poem is submitted to:
Contest: Word Challenge
Sponsor: Silent One
Date: 01-30-17
Categories:
urbanity, corruption, dark, hate, metaphor,
Form:
Verse
In this new world, the reality of insanity
Elicits frail morality, losing deep values
To cuthroat urbanity. We thirst for quick fixes
And dismiss gentle formality although life
Grants humanity its spirit’s wholeness—
How can greed and power allow us to ignore
Kindness, simple vitality borne from Hope,
Our birthright amid mundanity? Is man’s dream
Caged in temporal inanity where success
Is appraised by materialism or arrogant fame?
Such brutality! We forget the path of compassion
As time forges on in despotic volcanity, while
Children grow imbibing a mentality that existence
Lies in crude profanity based on self-interest…
Where is love in this equation?A doomed fatality
Of modern times , perhaps. I wonder.
Contest: Word Challenge for Silent One
1/27/2017
Categories:
urbanity, corruption, humanity, life,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Behind the mighty structures of brick and stone,
Are the naked hands of people who stand alone,
Fighting against all odds through the sun & rain,
Until the last drop of their energy drains.
A group of faceless people lacking urbanity,
Yet striving each day for their pride and vanity,
To build castles of dream for their family & kids,
So they don’t have to suffer, the way they themselves did.
With tanned, battered bodies and soiled sores,
They are forever ready to take on more,
Only to earn enough to make ends meet,
And manage a jhuggi on the narrow street.
No matter how often they drop to the ground,
With illness or by exhaustion downed,
The hope of a bright new day in their eyes,
Makes them rub off the dust and rise.
No matter if they have to stay miles apart,
From friends & families so dear to their heart,
The lamp of hope within them is always alive,
The grit of a labor isn’t dead till they die.
Categories:
urbanity, dedication, meaningful, people, social,
Form:
Rhyme
In the West
I searched for a vision
to capture and keep
and glimpsed lovely wings
in sky of azure
Summer was dressed in her best greens
and trees, like sentinels, stood silently by
watching me…
watching her.
The chase began
It led me deep
into the forest,
to an altogether different vision
She continued to elude me
and I was afraid I’d lose my chance,
to capture this beauty,
and lose my way as well.
But then the thought occurred to me…
Would it be so bad to lose yourself in such a place?
Would it not be fine to linger here in solitude?
Having as company
only the flora and fauna
To fall asleep each night to Gaia’s lullaby—
to a symphony of croaking frogs and chirping crickets
and awaken to avian melodies
To bathe in the tranquility
away from the industrial din of Urbanity
No buzz of traffic,
just the buzzing of bees
No hum of technology,
only the hum of the wind
No inane babbling of superficial voices,
the only babbling is that of a nearby brook
No discarded refuse littered on Gaia’s plain,
only scattered leaves on the woodland floor
Not a human face to be seen,
only the face of the moon smiling down upon me from her celestial bed
It was then that I realized I could never lose my way
In such a place
the thought was absurd
like getting lost in your own house.
Was I losing my way?
or finding my way Home?
Categories:
urbanity, nature, , Lullaby,
Form:
Prose
I Think, Therefore Am I?
Neck cracking penumbra
shines on starlit mundanity
ebon macabre epiphanies
fogwebs of my morality
my tongue twists ceaselessly
trinkets of truffled profanity
dearest mirror, mirror reality
has humanity cursed me?
For the fatality of dreams
bared in broken bosoms
of madness and brutality
masked by faux urbanity
crowns like a dead infant
delivered from its womb
into the arms of inanity
a morbidly, tragic formality
But still steadfast I warrior
heart held bleeding in hand
cur-sed whispers of volcanity
bent echoes of forced vitality
to sever the seams of malady
and hand scribe the braindust
of my cursive minded mentality
upon reams of papered therapy
shrouded by inky black misery
of things thought but never told
to a world swilled in sugar beliefs
of dappled sun and spun parasols
rainbow thoughts and red carousels
while I continue to wander down
this darkened tunnel of insanity
January 27, 2017
Categories:
urbanity, humanity, perspective, psychological,
Form:
Free verse
Within the humanity and inhabitants of Earth
there is an great diversity of human kind . . .
I have met people full of urbanity with polished manners
formally is their official status-
there are many who use their morality and ethics
knowing the difference between good and evil, right and wrong
to help others, they seem able to grasp the reality of any situation
lots of people have great ideas and mentally think good thoughts
that energy and vitality is like a seed that grows
But I have met people unbalanced, deranged and suffering
from insanity it seems, using vulgar words and profanity
there are full of volcanity ready to erupt like a volcano . . .
Have you ever met someone mindless, inanity is their name
they just lack ideas and their everyday life is mundanity
Oh then are those full of fatality, doom and gloom . . .
But the worse people that I avoid are those who
are violent, savage, full of brutality toward all mankind.
_________________________
January 24, 2017
Poetry/Free Verse/People I Have Met
Copyright Protected, ID 17-868-611-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Categories:
urbanity, people,
Form:
Free verse
The day my life went crazy
I dreamed I traveled
to the Island of Insanity,
when i arrived there wasn't
any sign of humanity,
it was totally deserted and
lacking any vitality except
for an old man who I heard
using profuse profanity
while living in a hatched hut
by himself without any formality,
this was his reality.
In between spitting out his bad words,
he said that the island was once
a thriving urbanity until a tribe of
head hunters of great brutality
murdered every islander creating
a mayhem of bloody mortality,
he ecaped from the pandemonium
while hiding in deep caverns near
an area of volcanity so not to
become another fatality,
praying to keep his mentality,
the lone survivor finally resurfaced,
after several years of living in mundanity,
his appearance was frightful with hollow
looking eyes and a beard sweeping the ground,
making him look as if a creature of inanity.
Categories:
urbanity, mental illness,
Form:
Narrative
Once upon a midnight otherworldly
My metaphysical, I could not awaken
Eagerly I looked for the literal
Through which came thrilling, thrilling, thrilling
The absurdist seemed happy instilling
The caring caring cultivating
The haunting never contemplating
Take thy evocation from out my heart
I crave the unfathomable, unnamable unworldliness
Suddenly, I heard some disciplining
Ah, distinctly I was capacitating
'It's that urbanity,' I muttered
Mjm September 18 2018
Categories:
urbanity, 12th grade, dream,
Form:
Light Verse
How to use these words, I ponder, a fabulous creation of humanity!
Words set to hold man in the cage of formality, guarding it well from inanity.
Words that hurt, words that please; choose profanity or urbanity.
But, the volcanity of man’s nature cannot be contained in a pot of morality.
This is the fatality; an unfortunate reality of man’s mentality.
He dances on the line of variables tended at the ends by mundanity and vitality.
At one end he may sink into insanity while on another he may embrace brutality!
26/01/17
For Word Challenge (14 words) by Silent One.
Categories:
urbanity, humanity, humorous,
Form:
Monorhyme
Humanity sometimes presents inanity
when mentality lacks solid morality.
Profanity awakens stark brutality...
replaces vitality with insanity.
Urbanity is lost in our reality
when our mundanity becomes formality
and dark volcanity leads to fatality.
Sandra M. Haight
~NA~
Premiere Contest: Word Challenge
Sponsor: Silent One
Iambic Hexameter: 12 syllables, 6 feet per line
Required Words: Insanity, Humanity, Profanity, Inanity, Mundanity,
Urbanity, Fatality, Reality, Brutality, Formality, Mentality, Morality
Vitality, Volcanity
Categories:
urbanity, inspirational, life,
Form:
Verse
HUMANITIES REALITIES
The morality rate is at an all-time low
Disparity runs ramped in the streets
The reality of it all screams out "NO"
While everyone's volcanity seethes in heat
The fatality of decency, the mundanity of life
Lost vitality in heart, mind, body , and soul
The profanity we curse caused by pain and strife
Trying to think with a mentality like a 5 year old
The inanity of our Spirituality is cause for concern
Fearing the brutality of he who holds the keys
The formality in how we all just wait our turn
While people in urbanity walk around on their knees
The insanity of humanity, such a depressive state
Exhausting our veracity beating on one another
The criminality in our belief, the fires burn in hate
Glamourizing the totality of pitting brother against brother
01/25/17
Categories:
urbanity, betrayal, deep, fear, kids,
Form:
Quatrain