Burbs Poems - Poems about Burbs

...‘Twas the day after Christmas And boxes were piled With the remnants of gifts Ripped apart by each child. The dolls and accessories, Sports gear and games, All once wrapped up in paper That ......Read the rest...

...I wrote this one after watching the miniseries “The Pacific.” THE BURBS AREN’T SCARY AT ALL Scarier the skeletons sitting in the suburbs or the ones being dug out of graves… t......Read the rest...

...I pick up their idle chatter five days of the week. Conversation with other passengers, I never seek to learn of a secret one of them might privately leak. But try as I might, I cannot hel......Read the rest...

...Mina Verbena is selling her herbs in a cart that she sets in the road by the curb. If you’ve got some spare change, then she’s got some thyme, or a nice bit of parsley, for only a dime. Mina Ve......Read the rest...

... A Florida man in the ‘burbs has BnB plans that perturb. His neighbors don’t wanna see more wild iguanas; how’s a lizard to get him some herb? ---------- A man in Florida ......Read the rest...

...Here in suburbia - anywhere, it's easy to be almost happy. We have time and permission to talk to neighbors, wave at strangers as we stroll our leafy streets, ......Read the rest...

...This land is played out on a plain bible. Nightlights smear a frigid fog, the fumes of idling cars. A flat-lined wind plies its wheezy bellows through burrowing bones, smothers the distance, dou......Read the rest...

...If I were a tree... I’d be a burley redwood in a western forest, Or a tall sequoia fully grown. Might be a stately elm among the lesser timber, Or a sturdy oak as tough as stone. But always pron......Read the rest...

...I do not drive a fancy car Or chew on a Cuban cigar I do not wear a silk cravat Or attend the fancy balls I do not own a designer cat Or have the funds to gamble I do not smell of Givenchy Or ......Read the rest...

...A paltry morning, bare of leaf, grey as a goose. Hours puddle between the shallow bones of a decaying season. Just enough gas to get me there The nozzle gulps as if it were drinking not pumpi......Read the rest...

...When I think about what it was like playing in the snow as a kid, I recall that cold icy blanket crisp-crunching beneath my big boots. Mom would bundle me up in my immobile snowsu......Read the rest...

...On a walk in the ‘burbs I was startled to see Two squirrels at work In a way new to me. Each was clenching, with teeth, Something plastic and weird (For a squirrel, at least, That is how it......Read the rest...

...Ask if we'll ever see the end of wars and you're bound to hear, that it will never happen, not in a thousand years. I hear you loud and clear, but I just don't accept it. For someone who hasn't do......Read the rest...

...Oogeling ouggulluurzz, Fidgety fogging verse! Peoples are nodding to their words, beats aren't so bumpy so they blotter on burbs... Seasoning at saunter, as he wander wanders- bott......Read the rest...

...I’m feeling that feeling I felt in the beginning Times flying by my minds still spinning I think I’m losing ground And my patience is thinning Getting tangled up in the webs Life’s spinning......Read the rest...