Pavements Poems - Poems about Pavements

...In a never sleeping metropolis, In the dungeon of a room, My days and nights are locked! I am a traveler on a street, with no end in sight, But just the bustle of the moving crowd, And a handfu......Read the rest...

...Tainted fate was broadcasted this afternoon, and the life of which I had called mine was pasted into the dreary news. Quoted as a mundane, overused headline. But I saw it for what it is wit......Read the rest...

...With feeble limbs and mind of fleet, I walk down known but lonely streets, Unfamiliar faces wave the time of day, While I shuffle words like toys to play, My eyes hide within every lonely line......Read the rest...

...Endless road goes far beyond It encircles sea and land, Does it? For a true respond Check it out if you can The blue bus keeps going on Driving through the shaded streets Their wet pavements ......Read the rest...

...New York times and Washington post, better watch The reports in the columns you host, keep within any Remit, for the wokesters wish to poke' specially those in The big-house, who'll treat as serio......Read the rest...

...I hail each bronze, red, and blue coloured dawn, as pulsing heart mould torch flame of bliss, to gaze across some awestruck mint sprig lawn, that golden birthright never goes amiss Ey......Read the rest...

...Grounded solidity rooted earth Breath continuous beautiful breath Ripples on lakes surface Embers sometimes burn on Sinking into soft silt Breeze carries me along Submerge safely sinking aga......Read the rest...

...When I look at you, silhouettes spread through time, Variations of life, in the curtain of stars, As children, we lured each other with a warm thought, Down an alley, where you brought me a large ......Read the rest...

...“wundor weardh on wege water weardh to bane*” Across the path of fallen leaves, dark and unremembered, Millions of white crystals teeming from a leaden sky Darting like tiny daggers into my eyes......Read the rest...

...violence was my medicine. But now I’ve swapped violence and the knife For writing poems about my life. Because Im sick of blood running down pavements. I Just want ink to flow across pages......Read the rest...

...Jack Frost, Jack Frost, how we feel your icy touch. The earth lies under your freezing clutch. You are a sneaking thief coming to steal the russet sun, And mercilessly take away all our outdoor fu......Read the rest...

...A good advice I bought, a for- the- old scooter, after some pressure from families and friends, and yes, also my stupid wish having seen the bike on the internet, where happy people were driving a......Read the rest...

...I know, I grow old, I grow old…. As silver threads peek in my head. The flush on radiant cheeks wanes, And a pallid tint creeps unseen. Fading years have robbed the ardour, And a ri......Read the rest...

...Beyond boundaries, beyond humdrum of human race, Beyond provinces mundane, among mysteries of space, There is a realm of thriving wonderment, an idyllic place, A place of peace and goodwill, hosti......Read the rest...

...(This is the image of a semi urban city of India) The glow of a late Autumn Sunset, Gleams over the dense city streets. Rushing wheels and honking horns, Halt awhile for the traffic signs. T......Read the rest...