City Life Poems - Poems about City Life

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cities bubbling with their stories
life playing out with all its drama
characters come and go
behind every curtain falls a hero
at other times a villain

the city recycles bit parts for show biz
in one continuous stage production



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Beat the Drum Softly

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

Lonely Streets

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

Life Beyond My Window

                 People walk the streets, 
                  Some wait for the bus, 
          

City Pulse

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.

Urban Slab

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

City of Living Dreams

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

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Traffic Life

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

Wake Up Call

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

Cities Aren't For Me

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.

French country

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

City Life Circa 1957

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

Bengaluru Now, I Witness You!

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

Progression

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

City Life

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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