City Life Poems - Poems about City Life

Beat the drum softly, and beat it with heart, Lay down a rhythm that rises from soul; Small though indeed is the size of our part, That which it is, we can still play in full. Loud are the clashes that crash from the street, Ominous thunder that thrashes from storm; Myriad pacing of multitude feet, Let still not chaos be your...

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The streets were bustling with people. out of curiosity my ears tried to catch some noise Alas, All it heard was pure silence. There were no chirping of the birds. There were no barking of the dogs. There were no sound of people chattering & quarrelling. Just .....................my thoughts...

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People walk the streets, Some wait for the bus, ...

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Glass towers stretch like ambitions piercing smog-filtered dreams. Footsteps echo on concrete— rhythms of lives weaving, colliding, dissolving. A stranger’s glance, a child’s laugh slicing through engine growls, a pigeon’s wingbeat overhead— somehow it all matters. The city breathes and we inhale chaos like oxygen....

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some level of falling from grace happens in slab city its twisted humanity when kindness stops being nornal when green crusaders are dismissed, unseen like burying waste in landfill city of slab-stick where we live normal lives within shuttered malls affluence superimposed on poverty can anything mellow us with nature clotted under sprawl? breeding, feeding, receding within plated walls unable to bend the city to one's...

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Towers, Concrete canyons, Buzzing crowds, lights ablaze, Heart's relentless and vibrant pulse, Urban. ©bfa030925 ...

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Traffic Pass the field Then go up Then off to go Then what else Looking up above Beautiful dusk Good night....

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Seems like someones always on fire in NYC, Seems someones always dyin in NYC. Firetrucks always screamin, sirens wail day in, night out, From your perch, they rush by, echoes chasin down the block. After a while, sounds and attention numb, They fade into the rhythm's pace. You just don’t hear anymore. Just don't care, You forget. So long as it’s just not...

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Too many people Too many buildings Not enough grass Not enough space To get away from Everyone if needed I mean look at how far You gotta go just to Touch fields of grass Makati is a beautiful place Cities just aren’t for me....

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We see in the country, in Portsall, things that you don’t see in the city, A pastry chef who smiles kindly, A farmer who parks his tractor on the side, We see polite people like Belgians, People listening to the bees work, Trees are seen learning to count, Churches that ring the morning hours, We see beautiful things in the country, Things that you...

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City life, for kids, before the onslaught of helicopter parents and mandatory parental involvement in every aspect of growing up. We played baseball, no umpires, the bases pieces of cardboard, scratched in dirt, or chalked on the pavement. Four neighborhoods abutted each other. We, the children of the game, formed teams, formed...

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Silicon city That pulsates, Both day and night, The Tech Capital And the sky, veiled With urban haze And dense, sprawling cityscape. Grey city of its Gridlocked roads Surrounded by Towering skyscrapers Inspiring The coder And the entrepreneur. Glass city Of its Modern offices And its apartments Compact and sleek, New and bold, A striking, sure testament Of the presence Of the FUTURE. Neon and chrome city To reinvent The bustling rhythm Of its progress And yet retains Echoes of the past. City of...

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city finds busy wheels rotate on roads. deals stir like ripples in minds. since centuries, life rolls on with progression. ...

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Talking to people Circles of fear Straight lines and queers The conscious mirror drops narrator's tears Never forgetting the bird with transparent wings Zombies walking in and out of their mouths Left me standing No bottom No escaping a loss soul bottom soul top They love the way you make things worse so greater is great So the better is undeniably good Spinning their...

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Uxbridge Uxbridge, a village of London, a beautiful district A pleasant memory for me, a peaceful world It's a nice part of the city, it was a good trip here today An interesting place, a very calm, sleepy world It's a very nice place, it's a friendly world The walk was a memory, immortalized in my memory Here I was in Uxbridge,...

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