Street Poems - Poems about Street

There's this fine girl In my street She said I'm very sweet She licks me like ice cream When the play starts She gives me high screams. Her body shape Just like the coca cola bottle She said she likes my muscles She likes the way I grab her She got the best styles and wine When we...

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There's this fine girl In my street She said I'm very sweet She licks me like ice cream When the play starts She gives me high screams. Her body shape Just like the coca cola bottle She said she likes my muscles She likes the way I grab her She got the best styles and wine When we...

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Lala land by the street lamp - The lemon and lime raindrops Land, one by one, on my tongue. The flavors mix with the storm And sugar cone; tangy cold On my lips. Warmer with melt - The sour savor of colors And sip of rainwater muse....

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MAXWELL STREET BLUES BEGAN PLAYING ACROSS THE SOUTH WATER MARKET FUNNY GROWING UP IN THE VILLAGE WE ACTUALLY MOVED INTO THE BUILDING 1968 CHRISTMAS FROM THE WEST SIDE THERE WE WERE LOOKING FROM THE TEN FLOOR WINDOW I WATCHED THE CITY OF CHICAGO BEING BUILT MY COUSINS AND I COLLECTED WHITE ROCKS ON THE RAILROAD...

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By Michael Parker At the end of the street lies the sky dressed in the purple magician's robe of eventide and the winter storm. Tonight, she sculpts stairs of ice and snow. She casts spells upon the laden earth and the dying man can hear her invitations in the blizzard, in dreams that are like all other dreams except more sound, deep, and...

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We met under the street lamp on...

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By the street lamp I savor my cherry-cola snow cone while licking deliciousness from a mound of shaved ice as I slowly sip its sweet tang and relish at intervals nibbles from a lemon bar whose icing gladdens my tongue...

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BY THE STREETLAMP Poem written for SENSE OF TASTE POETRY CONTEST, Nette Onclaud, Sponsor July 28, 2025 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ she hunkers by the streetlamp wrapped in a tattered blanket lost in the cracks of concrete swallows tangy bitterness bitter brew of circumstance choking on acrid despair savoring sweet solitude ...

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By the street lamp we stand by, our favorite restaurant. Seeing people are eating, hot dishes being devoured. Food plays with my hungry tongue, senses are jumping for joy. Another heavenly meal, mouth and stomach did enjoy....

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'Follow your dream' easier said than done as the girl of my dreams for me she is the only one and yet for her I don't exist she sees through me sad to say don't have what (it) takes her fancy won't even look my way as ships which pass in the night our two hearts will never meet I find mine's a dead-end dream on...

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It is a true beauty A narrow European street Lined by aged buildings Some with tables and chairs People in love are just staring at each other Sipping wine and sharing a few kisses Hundreds of flowers add their colour Filling the air with their faint scents And drawing in bees and butterflies To make the scene a little more perfect © Poem – XXIII/VII/MMXXV LRET ...

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I walked down the alleyways of London Early one edgy Friday evening. I am a touring, curious resident, mind you. The sun was shy and was sinking breathlessly and With the hushed melody of frazzled fog. I headed towards a snaky road, cobbled to fractured Heels and hills, and stumbled upon Oxford Street, famous for all manner of glitz And devoted heartbreaks. It was...

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Consider the man in the street if you will what's he doing there standing stock-still maybe like the chicken he's crossing the road and half-way over with nothing better to do only slowed to admire the view perhaps he's pushing his luck for remaining stationary no doubt about it he'll be hit by a van car lorry or truck let's hope it's not...

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No trumpet blew, yet thunder came, From streets once hushed, now lit with flame. A tyrant's crown was cast away, By barefoot hearts who dared to stay....

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