Short Urban Poems

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Premium Member Urban Math 101

the health of the family
reflects the health of the city
broken families=broken cities
fix your family=heal your break


Tunnel

Tunnel

A mountain the man blasting through it. 

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
    January 17, 2010

Poetic form:  Monoku
Form: Monoku

Collapse

buildings


               collapse



     when

        clocks

strike


                noon

DUST ECHOES

The Drug

Teasing me with freedom
Understanding finally dawns
Voyeuristically I hide
Watching myself drift
As I move away from reality
© Jenni Munn  Create an image from this poem.
Form: ABC

Premium Member Uproar

evening appointment
noise over the city's roofs
the crowd of the crows
most curiosities which
completely don't understand
Form: Tanka


Premium Member Survival

Shivering 
in gusts of black ice
night owl stuck
in grim spot
enshrouded by stern dark gauze
yet smothered grit reigns
Form: Shadorma

Premium Member Urban Scenery

The boy just lay there
    eyes dulled, vacant stare
 
  Needles spread all about
    another sprout, its life snuffed out
Form: Couplet

Premium Member Hip-Hop

Rappers represent
Modern day correspondents
In the hip-hop age

Producers present
Orchestrated sound agents
Musical front page
© ... Gigno  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Haiku

City

The City makes me work for them.
Time to sort my trash.
And then they tell me "Rinse it off",
they charge the bill for cash.
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member underground city in Kansas City

dark in missouri
large underground city
a subtropolis

I have never been
not fond of caves or the dark
but it still exists
Form: Senryu

Tanka New York City

Trees start to blossom 
Rising from the city streets
New York battles on 
Thousands of eyes look upward
Joy in the metropolis
Form: Tanka

My Favorite Drug

Forget cocaine
You can sustain,
My daily need;
'Tis not the weed,
That calms my soul,
With your soft voice,
There is no hole.

Subway Poem

Trains passing by late at night 
depths
Heads home filled with people
Blacks, Hasids and others
(originally published in Poetalk)

Urban Legends

there is a man outside
my house
it is dark
and i cannot
see his face
he is masked
or so it seems
the robber
is outside my house

Despair

Hate, love, hope
It's all gone 
Disgust, dispair, loyalty
All dissappeared
Kisses, hugs, love? 
All fake.
Nothing can be repaired.
Form:

Absentminded

Today I dropped words

between cracks in the pavement:

half-written screenplays.

My muse, a cappuccino,

conjures romance while I sip.
Form: Tanka

The 5-0

Running, breathing, jumping, dodging,
Chasing, huffing, sprinting, spitting,
Quckly thinking, turning, beating,
Running hard, getting tired.
Form:

City Tanka

Cutting through the dark 
City lights keep shining on 
Each one lights a home 
There are millions of stories 
Too many for one heart to bear
Form: Tanka

Premium Member Amethyst On Stalk

Lavenders “allure,”
they “lure”  bees, butterflies, folk,
toxic air immune,
flower on spike, fragrant vent,
evergreen shrub in svelte perfume
Form: Tanka

Relationships

They wasted my time.
I have moved on to bigger
And much better things.




Wrote Fall 2004
while student @ University of Louisiana-Monroe
Form: Senryu

Flowers Galore~ Hundreds...

If I could have....

One flower

I would know

this is the one

to have and to put into motion

beyond words

descriptions

pieces...
Form: ABC

Premium Member The Fire Hydrant

Ghetto dreams, ponder
Broke hydrant, cement
Only leaking tears

© Drake J. Eszes

Submitted to Charles Henderson's: "Haiku your way" contest.
Form: Haiku

This View

High snowbanks surround
Slush puddles frozen on street
Seagull atop pole.











An Haiku from Your Window contest
Carol Fillmore
Form: Haiku

See Tom

See Tom 
SEE tom run see tom run 

See the bus run see tom 

See tom run for the bus 

See the bus run from tom 

Tom is late for work anon

Updating James Shirley

'Scepter and Crown
must tumble down.'
wrote a poet of a long past day. 
For want of renewal,
must so many a school
not tumble but crumble away.
Form: Rhyme

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