Cityscape Poems - Poems about Cityscape

Beneath the city's concrete canopy, Sunlight filters through the urban sprawl. A dance of shadows on an asphalt stage, Nature latent in the midst of it all. Pillars of industry made of glass and steel, Create an artificial forest, towering high. Still, within the gaps, light seeps through, A modern echo of the open sky. Within the hustle, a subtle interlude, Komorebi dapples through...

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A tugboat, a ferry, a Circle Line cruise All chug by on the river, for me to peruse. A breeze gently blows as the waves settle down As I soak it all up here on my side of town. A ‘copter flits past with propellers a ‘whirl; A scooter glides by with a helmeted girl. A yappy white dog trots, his...

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concrete jungle heat suffocating cityscape ~ bare feet loving grass...

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Cityscape You point to the sky Yet you're rooted to earth Your colourless windows Reflect sunshine and mirth If stark is an asset You're bringing it, plenty So stoney and cold On the outside.. so empty What happened to humans? That we're all locked away With tablets and iPads In our prisons so grey I pray that the lesson We learn from this lockdown Is that freedom...

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The sinful playacting of the leaders insists on crowing over empty victories, and words without being versed are cremated on the despoiled landscape; Elsewhere, night steps up on every toe and hangs fire. All roads and lanes want bold footprints, it will not matter whose, the wind’s shrilling summons convivial light on the blurry faces and their doleful cries struggle to reach far...

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CITYSCAPE Bona fide cityscape holding astounding architecture. ...

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Cityscape The artist’s hand reshapes yesterday In straight lines Of hard edges - Peaks of Right angles perfected Missing oblique or obtuse – Claiming the horizon In full frontal Silhouette Cut from ebony shades, When...

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Dark lines betray A lover's soul Shadows cast Within the tunneled alleyways Hidden beneath Sun sparkled peaks Traps sprung in loneliness Baited in despair's longing Scented With false hope Watched over By predatory pain A rat scurries In the silence. John G. Lawless 1/7/2020...

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The tired sun sets over an everbustling city Blinding dazed commuters heading west Their cars in single file attempt to scatter I hear a sound of hush descend over the cityscape While towers scraping as high as they can reach Just crave to punch their card and call it a day Hoping to wind down before they close their eyes The buildings...

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Everything seemed So natural Nothing irregular Look how far We've come Look how far We've gone The sand Falls quickly Leaving Glitter in Its wake The neon lights Creating rainbows On the ceiling Wanted to reach Still want to reach The blue fireworks Blue Not quite there yet Two years later Seems like Distance and time Took it too far Still remember The feeling Of the cityscape The kaleidoscope Of colors of windows Streetlights shining The green and reds How ironic All I see are Yellows Yellow streetlights Yellow sunflowers Sunflowers Growing...

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Skyscrapers due to migration of folks From villages and hamlets in strokes Vehicular pollution due to crowded roads Daily increasing are cars and mopeds Gardens and greeneries like oasis People smoking while walking Some are drinking in artistic bars Promotional pics and hoardings No serious thought on health Cities and metros full of poison I feel there as if choked Apartments capitols and concrete Jungles without trees...

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vertical linear lines tall twin blocks- symbols of the ...

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in-flight convergence by Michael R. Burch serene, almost angelic, the lights of the city extend over lumbering behemoths shrilly screeching displeasure they say: that nothing is certain, that nothing man dreams or ordains long endures his command here the streetlights that flicker and those blazing steadfast seem one: from a ...

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The City Is a Garment by Michael R. Burch A rhinestone skein, a jeweled brocade of light,— the city is a garment stretched so thin her festive colors bleed into the night, and everywhere bright seams, unraveling, cascade their brilliant contents out like coins on motorways and esplanades; bead cars come tumbling down long highways; at her groin a railtrack like a zipper...

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Hustle and bustle Of downtown Menacing skyscrapers And their shadows Sensing the gravity Picking up the pace Rushing from point A To elusive point B Traffic signs and lights Pressure building The simmering stress The outsider rushing Through the haze Glaring through fog Reminiscing the days The rush the panic Surreal and frigid Illusory haste Made up and fake Fraudulently grandiose AP: Honorable Mention 2020 submitted on...

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