Boulevards Poems - Poems about Boulevards

...A sofening touched a light aglow, as a remote trail took a slight bend, Saw nature pray o'er a sheet of snow, twas but a gust of wind, to and fro, I thought 'twas a hoot if I pretend.......Read the rest...

...Genteel parade cascades in white trimmed linked, though these blues, twenty-meter, inlander also impressive, broad stretched branch, distinct crown more stable. The Blue Jacaranda, has smooth bar......Read the rest...

...I went to Europe, not knowing what to expect. I saw people, places and things; My visit to Europe was like a fairytale come true. There were palaces,houses,canals, boulevards, and Grand Ce......Read the rest...

...Thought of her is gallivanting on the boulevards of my brain like a wild river in spring roused by the pouring rain. Thought of her makes me alive everytime my soul wants to surrender. ......Read the rest...

...the watery tree in between my domestically pale fingers pulls down the strings deep silence of an acoustic guitar is melting can't you resist looking at the haze could you if you ris......Read the rest...

...Down distance streets distant days obscured Visions of idle things resting in the weeds skeletal Rusted eons have fallen machines dead In their stance flies flicker and dance strange Streets......Read the rest...

... My dream vacation is to Paris, France, I want to explore the avenues and hidden streets; it is a beautiful city full of charm and history, and at an outdoor café I will have some wine. ......Read the rest...

...the boulevard is desolate as is the light that cracks bleeds runs here there everywhere! trash drafts like ghosts in the flicker of dying neon something races hed long into oblivion da......Read the rest...

...Razored shards Sharp metal gleam white covered in silvery chrome hard long mean a razor blade brilliant and keen Reflexive in thought slashing through fresh It flashes a brilliant spark, ......Read the rest...

...A lone Nile felucca threads a path through a sorrel haze. Morning tea outside the Winter Palace. A Turkish cigarette mulling my wine. The waiter is Nubian. He whistles a Cairo melody as he sweeps......Read the rest...

...Listen to the wisdom, oozing from the wheezing woods, Whimpering in euphony, far from the bustling boulevards, Crooning, mumbling mellow chirping soothing strains. The warbling of the warbles, ......Read the rest...

...Down secret streets, I glide Down boulevards that twist and turn Down the lanes of lost imagery I have seen in vacant rooms Of awakenings Of wandering shadows Your eyes of deep opaque sea Lik......Read the rest...

...The Alleys of Virtual Municipalities By David J Walker I love walking the rutted roads Running in hidden groves Through the residential jungles the rambling backyard bouleva......Read the rest...

...My street is four short blocks in length, connected to two boulevards, shaped like ......Read the rest...

...She marks another birthday by planting a flowering annual in a pot, a forget-me-not for her forgetful mind. Nowadays she primes herself using visuals to clarify memories. If at dawn, a pale mo......Read the rest...