Street Sign Poems - Poems about Street Sign

...Closing my eyes now why cuz I don't want to see the sunshine; Holding my head up high why because I don't want to run into a street sign Opening my mouth now why because I have somethin......Read the rest...

...its tin metal somewhat mangled from a moving van that fetched impairment twisted signage of thin charm tinged with seasonal blues battered by brash ......Read the rest...

...I was in between jobs at the time and running short of cash, so without a need to now explain my future don’t look flash. I tramped from door to door to plead my unemployment case in a hope that s......Read the rest...

...Seven pigeons sitting cold in the snow, upon a street sign trembling; and the snow is falling. As if on cue they fly on snowy wings, circling the city buildings; till a safe ledge is found. ......Read the rest...

...I never did do very well with survival. I used to yell by choice at life expecting an echo to call back and fall in love with my voice. Before I fell asleep I'd dig so deep within myself I tho......Read the rest...

...Street sign A walk through life Is a wake up call to reality I walked many paths Most of them without any direction But still I walked Even when life got me down I Always remembered ......Read the rest...

...In my dark night’s reality, I awoke on a beautiful morning with my garment starched and standing firm just like the mighty iroko. walking to and fro life’s avenue; searching for a stre......Read the rest...

...Hello Issaquena by Curtis Johnson The county seat, humidity, and musical beats. After many years, I went to visit my hometown, Hoping to walk down memory lanes of warm treats, ......Read the rest...

...A Little Boy’s World By Curtis Johnson When I was a little boy, I was always well behaved. Well, most of the time. Being honest and respectful is the way I was raised; not to be mean, but nice ......Read the rest...

...Do you want to talk or keep quiet? I always have a problem with this I talk too much And I like to share I always like to blobber my mouth and sometimes I say more things than I should say But ......Read the rest...

...The crossroads made of fire I walked my share of crossroads But this path was mine to bare, The street sign made of brimstone And sulfur lingered in the air. The journey made me weary Voices ......Read the rest...

...You are a rocket and you are a star. What am I? Is it ok to stand here? My gaze is sliding through a cookie jar. That's how I deal with it. Two palak paneer! And please don't you pity me! Don......Read the rest...

...~Woody Wood From the Hood~ Deep, inside yourself, you walk a sour way of life, Carving my name, on every tree with a hunting knife You log in, then log out A Birdman So Fickle, he Stinks of dou......Read the rest...

...Watching this colourful stream of lives passing by children without a care ? Moving Along as making my way to the library aneath mid-morning's shade; her breezeway Splashed another poetic palette; tr......Read the rest...

... Seven pigeons sitting cold in the snow, upon a street sign trembling; and the snow is falling. As if on cue they fly on snowy wings, circling the city buildings; till a safe le......Read the rest...