Boulevard Poems - Poems about Boulevard

Buxom Barbara burned her bra never again lift and separate or cross your heart to contemplate she likes to feel her bosom counts when flouncing down the boulevard Barb now snags more bounce to the ounce abroad in the world without a single care it never fazed her one bit nor a whit when this would jounce most men to stop and stare as...

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The Poet of Las Vegas Boulevard, steals emotion from the night Holding a vigil in the darkness, waiting for the light The Poet of Las Vegas Boulevard, among the screams and homeless cries Making rhyme of what reason has abandoned —marking time inside the shadow of lies (Las Vegas Boulevard: January 24, 2016)...

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When I think about the definition of beauty When I think about beauty that's true All thoughts lead me down the same boulevard And that boulevard then leads me to you Place a kiss on your cheek, brush your lips with my own Whisper [your name here] at the moment they touch Breathing in synchrony, composing a symphony In...

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a bar door is ajar, only fading voices echo into the void, from nowhere...and afar! Here n there, trash drifts ghosts in flickering neon. Broken, floating, bloated dead down eons halls a last of white. Crimson taillights roar along an empty blacktop... Ruins of ages-lost buildings hang together like frozen corpses looking into desolation‘s aftermath. This boulevard is desolate n oblique as...

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On Hollywood Boulevard Grohman’s Chinese theater, The Walk Of Fame Awestruck, frantic crowds tromp down the street A swirl of accents divulge from whence they came Myth and stark truth clash but rarely meet A boulevard of tinsel, tourist mecca anointed Foreign visitors now the sole true attraction All a hyped-up charade, but no disappointment Quiet on the set, lights cameras, action! Remove tourists,...

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The world is avoid no new color just tones of ashes and soot a dark building sharp in focus softer vision feeling the displacement of time Like the MESSENGER's wings I sweep away the dust of time the dust of fear as this world collides no words can tell just sensations of frost-wintry white chilling are my visions a...

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Frayed edges, dust and dirt clumping in little hands After the sun shower, cast out to the rough cobbled Street. Newborn in her arms, mom watches as the children Climb the three foot rope-swing, merrily dangling Above toy trucks and doll-houses. Smiling, we glide past, comforted, family at my side As we carry treasures from the street market back Home, knowing I...

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Im broken In pain Lost Hurt useless My world coming apart Love An acid disease That breaks me gets me nowhere That visual effect Lips locked fingers crossed Spiritually pure ecstasy My heart fears loneliness Wondering will love ever love me back...

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Passion's hand grab me. Let desire dance with glee. Love's conspiracy.                             3/3/2021              ~3~      ...

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With complete freedom to wear anything one wants in public: hamster ball. Very dapper sauntering the boulevard in one's hamster ball....

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At a Boulevard cafe sits a man near a the park where pigeons without corn keep company to someone completely solitary... In the café bar uselessness from someone who elegantly sits alone ... In the air the memory of a figure that does not occupies the space of a soulless body...

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Like a damaged rose, make the pain beautiful. I see the streetlights and the signs. We're getting close. I see the roads go from platinum concrete to rubble. look at the trash bags skipping across the street like tumble weeds. In the rear view I see the “bridge of sighs” we crossed to get here burning down. I lost you some...

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The Poet of Las Vegas Boulevard steals emotion from the night Holding a vigil in the darkness waiting for the light The Poet of Las Vegas Boulevard among the screams and homeless cries Making rhyme of what we’ve long abandoned —marking time inside a shadows lie (Las Vegas Boulevard: January 24, 2016)...

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Fans all in their finest with cashmere scarves enchanted eyes step quickly from taxis at curbside or ascend the subway stairs eager for an evening of cocktails and smooth saucy straight ahead jazz let's get this party started Hot trumpet solo finds his way up through the mix lets the groove fly all bouncy and bright his sidemen give him space and he takes it Drinks arrive as the piano man starts layin down a solid confident stride riffin on...

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AND Jesus! Like-licking lollipops gliding King of the boulevard of spirit dreams and I licked-like sticks like the wooden cross across Life Oh Mohammad too, who knows where he's taking me--somewhere I want to be? Like my best friend and religion is a sidewalk with many souls walking the path toward diminished dreams of an afterlife...

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