Glasgow Poems - Poems about Glasgow

A biographical poem

Life is like a bottle of  buckfast 
Sticky sweet but in the end its harsh 
Take too much gets you ed fast 
LIfes not for the faint of heart heres my bars 

I was born in the G town
2 teams that’s the showdown 
And its pick one or get mown down
Cause life on the

Fiver

Echoes 

off tenement windows,

sound mixed 

with fluttering glimpses 

of fake hanging ghosts.



Perhaps 

we’re only just 

remembering, or 

noticing how much 

we usually forget. 



For a fiver I can get 

some rides on the outer

or inner, more 

tenement windows, 

more music. 



I take a puff 

outside Partick 

station, then go about 

my business 

with a grin.

Buckfast

Breaking hours,
light flickering 
between gray torrents, 
restrained luminosity. 
(otherwise too glorious)

Oh but your shine 
when I see, dazzling 
of it’s own volition, 
your introspection 
so damn zen. 
(no axe to grind)

It seems as if 
you’re waiting with such 
pretty nonchalance, 
you couldn’t care 
less if I notice.
(quintessential bliss)

Like last week 
‘cross an aisle 
on clocky

Fox and Hounds

quick brown urban fox
dodges howling hounds from hell
crossing motorway

For Just Living In Glasgow

Jeff’s dull life began to glow,
His Jeff’s weight to around throw,
Great winds telling when to blow;
Tap asking to again flow…
Wasted years in Canada
And USA’s Nevada,
Though, there, had driven Prada
And chance had to love Sandra…

He’d wanted to try Norway
And Mum fought it with “No way?”
You’d better in Warm zones stay
And profit from Sunny Day…

Some years in

The Glasgow Laird

The drunk hogs the path where the public walks
Then hogs the air with his nonsense talk
His breath smells of ale
His eyes look stale 
This Scottish male
In a Scottish gale
Just gets wet
Along with his pet
His unkempt dog
As white as the fog
Feeds him a chip
Gives it some lip
He thinks he is hip 
And knows it all
That he's

Greta's Glasgow Gripe

I wanted to traipse in the desert
But sand dunes were in the way
I went to ski in the mountains
But snow blocked the pass that day

It seems Mother Earth has a game
That she really loves to play
Forget about YOUR calendar
To Mother Earth, today is PAY DAY!

A Glesga Setterday Nicht

“Gaun an bile yer heid” he bawled oot,
As he stood in the middle o the cobbled street.
Tae nae yin in particular.
Did he vent his anger.
Fu as a whaulk he staggered and swayed
Wan pin rooted tae the graun,
Ither yin moved like a dervish,
Gaun naewhaur fast.
He should of been hame
Wi his wifie and weans
But naw he insisted

The Glasgow One Is Best

kisses are polymorphic
for one can seal a friendship
or give loves birth
given as a cold goodbye
or a token of hope given
some biblically betray
some drag life back
but my favourite
is local born

Glasgow Kiss

I had not smelled their breath.

With my request to please refrain from smoking on the train, 
his sudden question came while pinning to the door, "Have you ever had", 
as forehead smashed my face, "a Glasgow Kiss?" breathed from his lips, 
falling glasses to the floor.

Then peace.

For a moment I was blind, blind by short

Deer Rest Glasgow

Another dreary journey down deaths highway
The daily life of cursed work
Outside Glasgows fair kiss
The free tv shows views as cars driven by the undead squeeze past
The grubby bus window that no one seems to use
All heads in prayer to the constructed deity
Creators of a binary god
My eyes survey a barren space of kermit green
and mud

The Sage of Glasgow

 ~ I - I Arrive in Glasgow ~

When I arrived in Glasgow town
I knew nary a soul
So tired I's nearly fallin' down
Yet I'd no place to go 

I wandered up Buchanan street 
In hopes to find a bed
Or e'en a simple mat o' hey
On which to lay my head

Lady Fortune must ha' smiled on

Monument To Sir Walter Scott - Glasgow

Nigh on ninescore year hae I
Preside o'er thaes city faer
But i' shoundna be me on thaes stule
In Mad King Gaerge's Squaer

In life a saemple claerk o' law 
Who frae Edinburrah hael
'nd 's kent tae woo thae lasses
Wi' an auld ramaentic tael

Naw I set upon mae paerch
'nd watch Glaswegians pass
'nd time again mae eye doth fix
Upon

Glasgow

Glasgow 
The music stopped abruptly dancers left the floor 
became paintings on the wall in the closed down dance-hall
in Glasgow`s Sauciehal street the old entertainment centre.
We drank plenty of beer before going there, and we were frisked
to see if we had not brought any alcohol into the premises.
To ask a young woman up to dance

A Glasgow Blow-Up

Six blocks of flats were detonated yesterday in Glasgow, 
But only four fell down and tumbled to the ground:
The Red Road tower blocks, once the tallest in Europe,
Were the place where 5000 lived without a sound. 

Five were to be demolished as part of the Opening Ceremony, 
Of the 2014 Commonwealth Games, 
But the real

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