Plaza Poems - Poems about Plaza

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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I’m sitting in a plaza as I’m waiting for a friend. There’s a bench and breeze, both things On which you never can depend. I’ve got the time and also have My pencil and my pad, So getting here this early wasn’t Really all that bad. I hardly get to see this friend So this is such a treat. We’re seeing different plays, but still At...

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I had a cat, a large one I thought I loved the cat The cat thought he loved me too! Then, one day, They took the cat away The cat, with the bassinet, the little furry presence And Sameeha’s science club chapstick And I thought I was kissing scientific a book cover Where he is artistic in a beauty in the other way,...

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Anti-Poem – “At The Hollywood Plaza With Eddie And Dolores” (Poet’s Instruction – Kindly play “You Can’t Be True, Dear,” by Ken Griffin, 1946, while reading). she be smelling mighty good my dolores she be my mexican chick from silver lake man her deep brown eyes hypnotize me her momma say she like me and my ford I be driving a...

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Poets write poetry; I order pizza Watch Jeopardy every evening Close my emails with "Sincerely" Instead of my own fancy phrase Wear solid colors--no artsy-fartsy scarf To set me apart from a regular person I'm just like a regular person Spending my afternoon in a plaza Shopping for a navy blue scarf Seeking company for the evening This normalcy is only a phase I tell my...

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Auto-da-fé at Plaza Major Sixteen-Eighty was brutal on saints and their hissing cats. A turgid June, thickened as it was by an immature sanguinary wine that failed to quench the civil mob. Above the birthday cake façade, the pink and cerise porticoes, the heavenly-frocked casements, the stucco - a tiered sibilance rises where the throng in a sportive sweat, begets its feverish...

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Ibiza's St Eularia has a pleasant playground square, the Plaza del Canon, above the Carrer Molins de Rei, and below the longer Carrer del Mar. One corner, with its small cafe, is the shady side to meet, holding loosely to the doggy lead sipping coffee, nibbling treats. The grannies and the mothers watch their children run and play...

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In pristine sunshine A couple embrace the day Pink mist sends shockwaves By David Kavanagh...

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Sixteen-Eighty was brutal on saints and their hissing cats. A turgid June, thickened as it was by an immature sanguinary wine failed to quench the civil mob. Above the birthday cake façade,the pink and cerise porticos, the heavenly-frocked casements, the stucco - a tiered sibilance rises were the throng, in a sportive sweat, begets its feverish desires. The accused stand center-stage, as...

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At “Plaza" square Where sugary stars kindle for the evening, A forgetting child wake up from the nap, Weeping over, dull night where the time flee as water drains into along distance- Long evening, tossing transparent spirit By light clouds, drizzle on sad memory, I wasn't ready. Were memories dragging me In four directions...

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Temperature dip urban leaves turned Autumn, sniffing around for a place to settle no Farmer's Market in San Francisco today....

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Angels-guarded plaza with tall Christmas Tree jingling charm me with your lights...

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. A victorian plaza in center of our town square ...

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