Pavement Poems - Poems about Pavement

crack in the sidewalk nature's determination ~ city garden blooms posted on April 28, 2025...

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The small hard stars scattered on the cracked pavement. Each point a tiny sun, a miniature challenge waiting for a flick of the wrist, a calculated bounce. We knelt, children then, intent on our small universe, the satisfying clink against the unforgiving gray. Loss was a sting, a momentary eclipse of our focused world. But the game held us, a primal geometry of hand and eye, of anticipation and release. Each...

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I rushed through the door on electric impulse initiated, for the sunlight within taunting sunlight without a test feeling forceful inner cry with supreme yen today especially though, but of the joyful variety which is challenging and a spur, a momentum turning that will not be rejected possess me, into seconds savoured for a diary of my experience...

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Lights out, money down, homelessness is near Cold night's, food light, no future clear Search seek, long weeks, falling in reverse Crash boom, life gloom, fight the curse Depression sets, what's next, unlucky enough Time still, hours to kill, calloused skin tough Fears to reject, nothing connects, standing ground Mentally fit, unable to quit, pavement to pound ...

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Evictions left and right People forced into a plight In a darkened tunnel with no light Pavement Plaza Pushed onto the streets No home and nothing to eat It was a complex and a landlord with no heart Some were Seniors and changes in family households No means to make end’s meat Humanitarian termination Understanding in complex bills need to be paid Meanwhile the evicted...

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She is declared a mental case her legs are shackled tight in the street she snails up and down naked without food she freezes in December near the drain curls up unnoticed by pavement dwellers building a bonfire of twigs, papers cast-off shoes and rags under the bridge sipping tea I hear the bell tolling at Rajghat pilgrims make haste to catch train --R K Singh...

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You can blame me for the wars And eclipse me for the nation Close before me gates and doors To prevent contamination You can treat me like a fool Talk to me like I’m a child Who had listened to a mule Born and bred in land of wild Where they never read a bible Maybe never use a fork Round the...

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rain dust and oil mixed carried on bottom of shoes tracked all through the house...

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Who says stop? Road signs, yes. But those who don’t like what is happening. The abused, the neglected, the rejected. Often ladies who don’t want to be fondled by the men they’ve accepted as dates or trysts. There are those that say stop when the drink is being filled and others who express their prohibitive...

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The night was cold on the balcony Of my old apartment complex, 5 stories in the air, Gave me a great view of the trees. The only light was the streetlamp And the stars And the moon. And I wondered How the air would feel Whipping through my hair. And I wondered If the pavement Would be a good pillow. And I wondered if, After my body Touched the ground, I...

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He is more than idle, Idleness his Idol; A sloth without bridle, Along sidewalks sidle … Now begun to languish And had been in Anguish; You can guess: Empty Tank! His heart this morning sank; Why won’t it in basement For a rump on pavement? A human to demote Or send to camps remote; One I would never quote Nor in election vote....

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Lost in the city, floundering alone caught on the hook of an abandoned dream fighting in vain against modernity’s pull living the lie —of eternity’s pain (The New Room: July, 2021)...

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Eternity as his message lingers on A message for the ages now and gone The words scrawled out on the pavement To be wondered or savoured as heaven sent Does it teach us the pace of the world And what we think or as our faith now held And Arthur Stace provided Eternity for us As he chalked out the word on...

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There's no turning back from where I stand, There's only mud, (and)blood, and ash, From the destruction, that erupted from the last ones heart, Now the pain is perpetual at last, Do flea from me all feelings of guilt, I didn't mean what I did, what I've done, Yet encompassing me is a deep felt remorse, That the strongest...

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haiku happening. noon sun sizzles-pavement hot- carp splashing in lake....

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