Short Streets Poems
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Pink sky with the rains
Dying the bared city streets
Wet days are beauties
©Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
30.06.2021
mountain-sized clouds
dark and churning
a storm threatens
freedom-starved mankind
marches in the streets
1/3/2022
The fork goes on the left.
The poor go on the streets.
And the crock sits on the table
when the date has blessed defeat.
A journey through the
streets of Japan
nice eats and scenic views
a beautiful place to be
as the bus
passes
through.
Shadorma (roses)
Poor woman
Sell roses in streets
Of Oslo
Law arrives
She has no proper permit
Flowers confiscated.
cool winds blow through the streets sending chilled leaves to lay upon them curled in the fetal position
- winters coming
Raiding through streets,
Singing each other's feat,
Trolling each other,
United like Brother,
Friends, We are called !
Echoes of Spring from the streets,
Laughter and shouting greets
My ear, in a jubilant noise:
Raucous, wild neighbor boys.
sunset’s bloom to hilly dusk
busy streets to catalyst
where am I but in the rush
of the wild Wild West
The fork goes on the left.
The poor go on the streets.
And the crock sits on the table
when the grape is pressed to treat.
all the way
play a whistle
echo in the lonely streets
if anyone doesn't hear
street light shine
after that who knows
besprizorniki
roaming the streets of Russia
no mamas to love
bereft of humanity
a million beating hearts sigh
Dead-end streets are all the ways that lead to evil's residence!
(c) Demetrios Trifiatis
06 August 2016
Haiku – 6/29/2016
white heat - yellow glow
dehydrates shrunken shadows
baking city streets
John G. Lawless
6/29/2016
I have no feet nor legs yet I walk the streets? I AM A WORM!
8/29/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020 ©
ART&POETRY combined
My example in hotspot link as a TRISTCH HIKU
footsteps
in the streets -
echos of distant youth
be aware as you stare
mabe the streets of rome
or walk alone
or get drank stone
remember
there's no love
WITHOUT A HOME
Season’s sweat sets steadily on the streets
Flowers’ flags float faintly on the floor
Autumn’s aura awash avidly on the acacia
Long are the streets
and go somewhere
not like your
fingers
tenderly
in my hand
and no matter it rains
no matter it does
Trees start to blossom
Rising from the city streets
New York battles on
Thousands of eyes look upward
Joy in the metropolis
In my distant childhood
we raced small coracles,
formed from walnut shells;
down rivulets in gutters
of our smoggy streets.
last steps
in different streets
take us to the same place
on the pages of a story
our life we read
in short
we are a story
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frostbite dawn exhales~
the sun, a pale pill swallowed
by shivering streets
A blind man, by chance
With His bare feet
He crossed those, the hot streets
Beginning glance
He sees as he walks, so he dance
As I walked down the streets of Laredo
I spied a Mexican hot potato
But better by far
A Cuban cigar
With a spicy Comanche tomato