Short Inner City Poems

inner city vacant lot
   a diamond in the rough

     3/23/2023...

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Rat on crack cocaine
Found it in the sewage drain
Lives inner city...

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on
sunday morning
on
the
inner-city playgrounds
even
the 
snow monkeys
get
entangled
upon 
the
steel monkey bars...

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this inner city warfare
congress won't give us our share 
a crust of bread for us
a plague they won't discuss 
sounds like a sick "triumphant despair"...

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Michelle Obama hammered Caucasians
for fleeing the inner city mayhem
she blamed it on racial malice
from her oceanside palace
a few hundred miles from gangland...

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harsh reality thrust into dreams
potential shackled to ignorance,
drugs, violence, poverty and neglect
innocent souls forever stained
no roadmap out of the abyss
unheard cries, unwiped tears...

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INNER CITY – old neighborhood today

Not at all what it was
Not yet what it must become
Voices once so dear    drowned out
      by decadent color
Noise so disgustingly near
Sit and think longingly on old neighborhood
Shrug
Shed a tear...

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Ink without a pen
fluid flowing uncontrolled...
graffiti attack.

© Harry J Horsman  2012


foot note

in my opinion!
some graffiti i really like, and should be displayed
in art galleries, where the energy of the artist(s) 
are allowed to flourish.....

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Gunplay

The confused inner city kid
had a gun.
Another boy didn`t show him respect,
so he shot him dead.
The gun boy fled into a park,
under a bush hid.
He is a hero by younger boys.
Sirens and voices, they have got him now,
one bullet left,
wished he was back home with his mum.
Thought of his option
to be a hero for all time?...

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"I'm from the creativity in Music, 
Approximated, Duplicated, and never Faded
where facts are stated, initiated, and created through the complicated 
In the inner city, I deplore the use of weapons 
Because it creates a misconception of imperfections 
I'm from the moment where our lives are not completed 
A strong Heart is always needed"...

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The suburban youth,
got the money,
got the time,
bored and don't know,
how to spend the dime.
Naivety,
Don't know safe in the womb of the One,
How will they learn?
When they roll the dice,
in the inner city streets,
Playing a game,
where the eyes of the children have no souls.
For them,
taking a life, 
as easy as shooting a three....

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Syringes in fence palings
condoms on park benches
street sweeper drinks whiskey
at four in the morning
opera house silhouettes
the bridge of dawn
first ferry tugs out
rust and ropes
like stale sex
herald the rising sun
Circular Quay swims
with grey suits
and mid length skirts  
dark stocking like
instep, to the beat
of yesterday....

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Gunplay 

The confused inner-city kid
Had a gun
Another boy didn´t show him respect
So., he shot him dead.
The gun-boy fled into a park
Hid under a bush
Shivering in the cold rain.
Now he was a hero.
Sirens and voices, they have got him now.
One bullet left
Wished, he was back home with his mum.
Thought of his option
A hero of all time?...

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before i lived in my home town
we live in the inner city
i was still but a tot
not much do i remember
we left when i was just five
but what i was told
the things i've seen
moving and running
drugs and dealing on the side
an abusive faher
beating my mom
fear and hate
rattles inside
my whole life
i've been told
just putting this out there
betrays them all
and if this is
i can live with it...

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The bustle of the inner city roars
Where people all scatter out on the street
In front of the windows are sales galore
Children don’t seem to miss never a beat
They point at stuffed animals in the store
Women love the social scene as they greet
When they walk along the way, the night stalks
Snow falls as Christmas lets everyone talk

Russell Sivey

Contest: any Christmas Poem old/new
Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A

12/26/2013...

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Pine needles fall on manicured lawns
  on quiet streets where elm trees grow
 But in their midst a demon yawns
 And screams through veins from which it flows

 Hypodermic illusions line the curb
 where cars are parlors for getting high
 Overdosing in the suburbs
 The inner city has no alibi

 A nightmare on elm street 
 and Freddy Kruger is nowhere in sight!
 But the boogeyman does not retreat....
 yet some will not awaken from the night!...

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wet pavement gleaming
on a black monday night, wet
with black monday rain

ole saint nick a no-
show once again in motown
another ghetto christmas

some people are al-
ways right, some people are al-
ways wrong, which are you?

imagine martin was missed and
tupac never got shot and
brother malcolm lived

inner city bustle
gives way to that inner city
hustle- thats motown

we stand on the roof-
tops yelling out unto the
masses; can you hear us?...

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divine protection she ponders at her bistro palace

moon child clad chariot rise into the silver night of this inner city

since the dawn of time she has healed the weary and gazed the streets below........

Luna dances amongst dreams of completion inside a young girls mind

a bow and arrow of possibilities, a destiny she craves

she roams mountains in search of an inspiration

she sits quietly alone , escaping the day to day.......

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74 Words...

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