San Francisco Poems - Poems about San Francisco

madrid in springtime i have never seen madrid in the springtime i have never seen madrid at all does the sun rise differently in madrid than in san francisco on those rare city days when there is no fog nor wind to chase the clouds away i have seen morning in san francisco where lovers stroll hand in hand down meandering paths parting with the...

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S~ Scent of the shining, Pacific Ocean, eternally bless me! A~ Arresting fog, may your droplets forever surround me. N~ Nights of rainbowed streetlights, dance, engulfed by the sea! F~ Friendships, ah,so transformative, we gave each other the space to be! R~ Resurrecting the grand glow of our hopes and oh so shining individuality. A~ As full, white clouds,...

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10/20/2023 Those tanned, shapely legs of mine, where have you gone? No longer have I the ability to run! Nor feel the glorious, salt water spray, from my beloved, San Francisco Bay! That kissed my sweating, dawn face. Those foggy morns, the busy hands of time have erased. Some other body now, in its place? This ghost of a runner,soulfully does state. Who took away my...

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On the 1st Day of Christmas my sister read to me ...

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You'll find a heart there Somewhere On a cable car seat Or placed on a stair In my careless despair You'd think I don't care Or my forgetfulness But au contraire My love was safe In pocket deep No chance to slip Or deftly creep But golden glow Of sunshine light Enticed a peek Horizon bright Inviting heart To take a flight No plan Rough sketched Heart's wings Outstretched I suppose...

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San Francisco Jazz Afternoons Carries me back to those special Sunday afternoons with you. The striped awning Jazz cafe, our very unique,ibeloved rendezvous. The smell of the glorious, scents of the Pacific Ocean, Those brown flirtatious huge...

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If I only had one wish be granted me tonight, To be forty-five, again,would be a blessed delight. To be able to walk in high heeled shoes, Not in Skechers, no, they give me the blues. Nikes and running shoes were indeed my fate. Dawn runs, next to the esteemed Golden Gate. Dancing till dawn at Club Montmartre, My life akin,...

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Take me on an awesome drive along the crooked street. And treat me to a big burrito in the Mission District. I see no rival to San Francisco where I spent 8 years of my life as a young adult with a wife and three children. Take me back there for just a day or two to enjoy the...

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...and with apologies to Tony Bennett. I smelled a fart in San Francisco, It wafted out across the Bay. An Oakland breeze just blew it back, A tourist gasped, "A gas attack!" A drag queen shrieked, "Oy vey! That's gross!", and swooned away. Who cut that fart in San Francisco The CIA is keen to see. If they find out it's from North Korea...

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Roll back the joy of golden, painted years. Hold me in that rapture, of joyful cascading tears. Place the engagement ring on my soft hand. Allow me to hear the notes of passion’s band. Oh, how deeply in love in the City by the Bay we were! Then~abruptly dismissed by Cupid’s, stinging, sharp spur! That glorious moment though, outlives the painful...

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Along the coolness of the oaks we walked. Honeymooners dreams, was our secret talk! Eucalyptus trees smiled, scenting our way. Twas “our” San Francisco first come what may. I never thought, you would die so very young. But you taught me independence and deep love. That gift you gave me, to not follow nor a groupie be. Was the biggest gift ever,...

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Verse 1 If you’re going to San Francisco be sure to let the junkies puke in your hair If you’re going to San Francisco you’re gonna meet some homeless people there Verse 2 For those who come to San Francisco you’ll see a violent carjackin’ there In the streets of San Francisco you’ll see liberal criminals everywhere Bridge All across the nation such a strange violation people...

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Ode to Berkeley TBC I grew up in Berkeley, my spiritual home. I grew up in the 60’s crazy time. No matter where in the world I might roam, Berkeley always center of my space time. Berkeley is the center of everything Berkeley is what it is, a special place Berkeley is a special place, a...

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A Story from My Heart Kelly was a Red Tabby and a contemplative soul!Elena, my daughter used to put him in her doll buggy and walk him around the...

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