Pittsburgh Poems - Poems about Pittsburgh

Working ethic. steel ethnic. Pittsburgh in the rain like metal canisters. The grain of the Alleghenies. Old labor's hand sings your dark iron tones. Sadlowsky galvanized stainless, your student of struggle. Inhale the cloudy wind of Homestead; Time rocks militant behind screen doors. Wise, it climbs heavy your steep grades. It talks sternly from the flickering caverns of your mill. See a tale of...

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Man of hate attacks The Lord's holiest temple Faithful's soul depart! © Demetrios Trifiatis 29 October 2018 * Dedicated to the eleven victims of Pittsburg synagogue shooting . God bless their souls!...

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Shiloh a long time ago biblical and the battle of Shiloh not so long ago just goes to show what men can do when they have a mind to....

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I trip to the O, For grease monkey fries and a 40oz, Scaling the Cathedral of Learning, This is Oakland. A roll of the die, Stadium of choice, Clemente Bridge connects us, This is North Shore. Fat Heads, Tattoo parlors, A thrift shop heaven, This is South Side. An Incline ride upward, Pricey housing here, Best view of the city, This is Mount Washington. Carnegie Hall, Monty Python monthly, Music and theater...

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Pride, From heritage and birthed love, Family, Coming together, The usual holiday, Italian food – in bulk, I hope for pineapple bread pudding, As well as fully intend to joke with the great Mr. Bellagio, Dye eggs perhaps? Tradition of course set in stone, Sleeping on the sheeted couch petting what I love the most, Warmth and heat, For Nanook of the North is brittle, elderly, and...

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Pittsburgh Steelers. Here you come on the field. Ready to make all other plays yield. Do what it takes to prove who’s the big deal. Let them know who’s for real. All your mighty power as a team. Coming up with all sorts of intelligent schemes. Fun filling your NFL dreams. Coming out the big winners. Showing you’re not the ones who are beginners. And...

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Pittsburgh is for pitted love Where we keep our hearts on ice Sharp blades cup my breath And my whispers are screams in your ears We’ve never met but in our dreams And in Boston, we were so close Left to find each other under bright, white lights But we never did And so I returned to my dark, lonely room To look at...

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