Metropolis Poems - Poems about Metropolis

Fade city fade the surf is in from lost town. It rolls across the sky it roams the streets as a blood-splashing mist, as a whale inside a belly it churns the fear. Fade city fade the gray days are greyer, faces crowd each window, victims await their turn while cinder-blocks burn. Black is the somnambulant fright. Fade city fade, surrender your broken heart. Your parks are camps in the...

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She walks ancient canyons twisted steel monolithic spires. Racing high her memory clouded gray sky leadened in pain. Like someone quietly loosen their hair Let storms gather along a deserted plain, bring… How her hands clutches as lightning gathers Like ravens at a murder, sing… she rises to meet the rain From the cold steel day Light delays in the...

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Run in time to the rhythm and rage of the metronome grace. Masses match, I see her fall in time. Framed in thoughts of rain. Down she tumbles down her face frozen in the hall, I see it all As the shadows wash in. I feel my fury bury deep In a nation of dreams broken In a sea...

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Haunted by its simplistically, All the masses work for nothing, Power drones I watch the meek alone. Bare white the afterglow. Power of blackened glass reaching for the zenith. To touch the face of creation. The masses must toil as I do in this Leviathan. A Silicon made oblivion. Thump and hum, Cold white light in these aged eyes, Once sky blue now...

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Through the window, I gaze. Onto a tangled Dead Sea of black towers, In this manmade night I see you there. In the silhouette of the dreams and electron streams. The city sores before me, break like thunder upon these optics. I focus on the horizons jagged steel and monolithic gears. Blurred my vision seared, Cold light falls, The...

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My cousin, Metropolis is jealous of me, Megalopolis said, at the company tea. I have more people, But she has more sprawl. I think we’ll fix this today. I have put in a call. They settled it fast. They settled it quickly. Metropolis and Megapolis, Cousins, comrades, friends, Settled it smartly and slickly. And Megalopolis learned there is a lot more hurt When you bring up...

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This Empire of Strangers, This City of Drifters, A sea of people bobbing about- Some new, some old, some Somewhat familiar. Every night, we dream together, But our dreams differ; Everyday, we work together, Yet never with each other. And though we dine in the same places And smile and greet from time to time, We are all in truth worlds apart. Lost in...

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Early to rise late to lay, business minded people who barely slay; best of friends with traffic who make their day. Clicking show glasses of Ghana bons with schoolers ready to buy; Athletic traffic sellers who could catch up a bus at 120 A metropolis coloured with yellow molue and danfo buses whose drivers are as audacious as the day; chain smokers with throaty voices impatient with co-commuters when they...

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The demons and ghosts of last night have faded with the morning light A nice crisp day here in the metropolis Sun streaming in through my window A new day filled with possibilities I take out a pen and write this ode The midsummer heat has faded Now, city dwellers can enjoy the fall The High Holidays, football...

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Autos race by as bicyclists dodge destruction amidst the heavy traffic Millions of urban workers hurry back from lunch shielding themselves from the bitter city winds which are blowing fiercely this afternoon Then - someone has...

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Lost in an urban jungle... Cannot see the gates to their soul -to those metallic animals roaming towards a fictitious destination... A seagull disoriented by skyscrapers' blue reflections The ocean breeze is calling The upwards is the only escape Wings heavy with heat and smog Slap Fate with willpower – mine I will have to play the "Jungle Game" for now So they won't steal my...

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A nick on a lamppost, a curtain tears. Crushed pieces of glass, are what this lane of memory bears This story is like most, there is joy, there is pain. Good times, bad times, a part of history it became. A time of segregation, one side black, one side white. Which could only lead to destruction, over the course of two nights. A town...

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Spent some time in the country Forest full of trees, lakes full of fish Deer walking by as hawks hover overhead Contemplating nature has its rewards But now it is time to return to the metropolis ...

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There survives a burg, strangled by, A fume as thick as thieves, Where soaring glass stalagmites screen, The adroit aggrieved. Skyscrapers and broad avenues, Where vast trains shunt and squall, Where soaring glass stalagmites screen, The vestige’s caterwaul. Where night tide is perennial, The gargoyles chill and ward, Aged curves and finials resist, Thick gnarling walls contort....

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The monopoly metropolis, o'er the mass. The sun has set 'pon the great pass. All for one and none for all, the old grey miser throws a ball; ...no peasants allowed....

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