Short Neighborhoods Poems

Short Neighborhoods Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Neighborhoods by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Neighborhoods by length and keyword.


Geographical Racism

I don't go in poor neighborhoods
They have a poor education
The crime rate is high
And they steal

Where did Jesus live?


Economic Segregation Products

Segregated schools 
Segregated hospitals 
Segregated neighborhoods 
Segregated employment 
Segregated politics 
Segregated life
Segregated churches

Geographical Racism

Ignored neighborhoods 
Ignored schools 
Ignored parks
Ignored streets 
Ignored Housing 
Ignored businesses 
Ignored development 
Ignored ignored 

Geographical Racism

Premium Member The Chief of Disbelief

An atheistic 'Chief Chaplain' at Harvard
       The university's raison d'etre bartered

    A divinity school, founded to spread God's word
       The goal now, 'equitable neighborhoods'
Form: Couplet

Question

Lord, Why does Satan determine
Who is admitted to this country
Who live in different neighborhoods
Who goes to college
Who is rich or poor
Who our leaders will be
Who will live or die
Why

I am the One who determines


Premium Member Devil Breeze

Of my lifetime home, Los Angeles,
I now reminisce,
and think how you, devil breeze, 
caused a thing like this.
All the neighborhoods I've lived,  
their plight is now dire. 
I don't think I can forgive
you for all these fires.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member America at her Worst

the intelligentsia stood by helplessly
as Neanderthals with guns mowed people down
bullets are flying in all of the neighborhoods now
Yes, this includes the suburbs
Might makes right is the new mantra
Felons are at the helm
America at her worst
usa

Premium Member Highly Regressive

Abortion on demand and euthanasia
  Life as sacred -- out the window

Police-free neighborhoods of guns and gangs
  Innocents shot dead, no remorse, no pangs

Such desecration of Life is highly regressive
  Why, O why, is it deemed 'progressive'
Form: Couplet

He Rides

He Rides

When he gets lonely he rides,
all through town, 
up and down
the small town streets and neighborhoods.
He lives alone,
his wife is gone, 
the days are long, 
so he rides.
He returns home to rest a while.
The walls start closing in,
he knows nothing else to do, 
so he rides again

Premium Member Clip-Clop Cops



Imagine 1800 pound Clydesdale horses . . . 
    in the downtown and neighborhoods . . .  a vision come true
      from farmers fields and barns to city streets
         chosen for strength, intelligence and calmness
    approachable, highly trained
four legs and a saddle . . .  beautiful

A Halloween Full Moon

A Halloween full moon
occurs every nineteen years
During the fullness of the moon
on Halloween night

You'll be able to see
In its brightness all 
It's scary characters
Witches, ghost and bats flying around

Even the goblins, ghouls
and zombies walk
through neighborhoods
Giving everyone a fright
© Daisy Ward  Create an image from this poem.

Start the Good

Start the good
Start the great
Quit the hurt and quit the hate
Show some love
From above
Stop the crime
Keep everything safe all
Time
Try to be sweet
Keep everything nice and neat
Quit the killing
start the willing
The willing to get up and help
Keep the love kept
Start the good
In all neighborhoods
Form: Rhyme

Hello Darlin'!

someone some where somehow connected
Leaving me in a shudder state of panic
Hell I'd been mind wanderin' all my life
Never met anyone before. Oh sure I'd watched 
Dreamt up situations neighborhoods I'd known
But eye contact? and you were so matter of fact
Will I be back? I'll really have to think about that.

Premium Member Cauldrons

Thrice about the cauldron go
and answer me, if it be known.

Untie the words and give them form,
dissect the ingredients of murder’s charm.

A new tradition has traction gained,
a tradition of alienated masculine pain.

Where insults demand their due in blood
in schools, in stores, and quiet neighborhoods.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Trying To Outguess the Fake Detectives

Detectives solving crimes
Flashing their badges
Canvassing neighborhoods
Questioning potential witnesses
Explaining the forensics

Showing us how to taint a crime scene
Explaining blood spatter patterns
I sit in my chair trying to outguess them
Feeling smug, proud of myself,
Professional Lazy-boy detective.

Local Business Man Saved By A Foreign Woman

Bussing immigrants to high-end neighborhoods makes immigration status worse. After an Ecuadorian women gave Heimlich to a man choking on a Scampi, she was once again bussed elsewhere without a single thank you. People in these areas reported people being saved by these immigrants. FYI: everyone in America are immigrants
Form: Rhyme

Spring

Season of butterfly's and spring showers
Pretty clear skies and planting flowers
Rainbows, ladybugs, and roses
Insects, lightening bugs, and sweet smells for cute noses.
Neighborhoods in full swing with outdoor fun.
Gardens emerge with spring nourished by the rays of the sun.


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Form: Acrostic

When Love Reigns

Colorful letters that forms the word
That makes this heart of mine turns Gold
It jumps, it dances waking its neighborhoods
A midnight call! You should! You should!

Bottomless pit of longing begins
As endless imagination jumped in
Sleepless night, just watch the starts tonight
The moon is teasing me as it shines bright
© Yzzy Leign  Create an image from this poem.

Silence

Medicant!
Smooth velvet drapes
on a silken skin
Soothing evening operas;
tonic to thirsty tongues.

Tranquil!
Calm as sea breeze
Soporific lullaby sung 
from the
lips of unseen spirits
Drapes of solitude
Cooing
Whispers of words.

Surreal!
Enternity-still nights in
silent neighborhoods
Coy coiling coils
Seeping stillness
  Silence!
© Light Obi  Create an image from this poem.

Epic fury

The splendor of his mad mischief
fell asunder in Minab,
tarnishing his campaign beyond repair.
All malice is unleashed with a touch of morbidity.
His bombing campaign is sudden, fierce, swallows whole neighborhoods in seconds,
yet far below a just war, and a travesty of truth.
Nothing but unjust war reeking through the emperor's clothes.
Solution is just peace.

Premium Member Yeti Howl

     A howling yeti 
     In Cincinnati!

          Does Cincinnati 
          Even have a yeti?

               It wouldn’t surprise me,
              Yeti’s a hobo, you see. 


Headline News:
12/23/2025
Mysterious noise echoes across Cincinnati neighborhoods for weeks 
12/25/2025
From yetis to railyards: Possible lead emerges for strange noise in Cincinnati

Crime On a Gun

a     Crime is but a vengeful word that splits us open like a cadaver impairing our
                '''Normal routine with vengeance greed impure thoughts that leave our 
          neighborhoods in fear the rage that is felt only suppressed to us with pain
       not able to express
    not able to relive 
  not able to control
  the unjust use
  of armories
  the use of a
  G......U......N
Form: Shape

Premium Member Delicate Balance - Accident Or Gift

mountains bob like corks
adrift on liquid magma -
pond scum shelters life

Earth’s magnetic shield -
magma’s gift of moving charge
thwarts sun’s deadly winds

continental drift -
neighborhoods fenced by oceans
breed diversity

random mutations
offer death or advantage -
unearned consequence

life’s adaptation
to universe in motion -
the true face of God 

Brian Johnston
January 12, 2016
Form: Senryu

Poem For Spring

Marvelous scenes outside my window:
How nature manifests itself 
right up through the middle of a 
crack in the pavement.

Tulip, 
Hyacinth,
Daffodil

in groups scattered everywhere:
a garden party.

Tumultuous multitudes of
sensuous people out walking and tossing 
their hair through neighborhoods.

The still lingering sun
is just enough to raise my hope
and I smile at the wonderful
parade outside my window.
Form:

Halloween Is Upon Us

Halloween Is Upon Us

As the earth reaps the harvest
Of trees shedding their colors bold
Pumpkins wear smiles carved
And the air shares a bit of the cold

Adorned scarecrows gaily dressed
Displayed about the neighborhoods
Dangling ghosts and bats dance
As the wind blows through the woods

As the twilight hour approaches 
To trick or treat becomes the ruse
Bags in hand from door to door
Children dressed in costumed muse
Form: Rhyme

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