Streetlamps Poems - Poems about Streetlamps

...The city exhales steam like a tired beast, its breath pooling in alleyways where no one walks anymore. Cold, wet cobblestones gleam like the backs of forgotten coins, each one holding a secret......

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...It’s a cold December afternoon, Four-thirty, and already dusk is upon us. We walk side by side, like since forever, Up the slight incline that takes us to the top of the road, Shoes scuffling on ......

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...Under the veil of a velvet night, The Thames gleam softly, silver-bright. A foreigner walks, her heart alive, Breathing a city where dreams arrive. The river whispers its timeless tale, Of kin......

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...I kept thinking what life would be like if someone invited me out for a cup of tea in the middle of the night, I kept thinking what life would be like if morning was evening and evening was night, an......

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... I've somehow pondered about the rush of air of how I could be lulled on billows, and yet, its notes upon my flesh eludes me-- as if in midnight trailing, weeping in refrains thi......

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... It’s a long journey from where I’m from. Light years away. And then some. Your TV transmissions kept me entertained. But the News worried me. Perhaps more than it should have. Upon my a......

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...From Harlem's pulse, a symphony untold, Stories etched in a brownstone, dreams unfold. Streetlamps pierce the twilight, jazz ignites, Hope flickers, a flame against the nights. Laughter rings o......

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...In the heart of Harlem's nocturnal embrace, where the moon's silver threads interlace. Streetlamps hum a jazz-filled tune, underneath the city's ebony dune. Brownstone whispers, history untold,......

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...Dusk Till dawn As tawny Night and moon wanes Darkest dark; bats fly Ghosts, ugly witches bliss. Daunted and stark under lit Streetlamps large black feline tail rise On bittersweet brisk noctu......

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...Unseeing Streetlamps Under the celestial awing degrees of darkness Stygian night or silky blue Secret light seeps out of manifold hurts soon absorbed by night's hue By the quay, lovers w......

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...I was an experienced, intrepid hiker, who had wandered the Appalachian Trail, As warm gold regularly wanders a blue world, focusing on each vibrant detail. I had tramped so many interesting paths......

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...I still see him Walking slowly beneath broken streetlamps, Sitting at the edge of the needle-strewn playground. He seems slower, less busy about his work, An air of defeat stains his scythe. I......

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...the girls He will not let you forget. You will wear his hands around your throat, a chain of honey and sweat. His calluses grating across your thighs are still carved in memory, And with dir......

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...WINTER IN PARIS It’s winter in Paris and the streetlamps are alight Couples walk along the Champs Elysee every night They wander in and out of the cafes here and there They have a cappuccino an......

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...A stroll down Paris city's wet streets. So, romantic as the Eiffel Tower comes to view. Vendors line up selling their wares out of carts. Some shouting, "one euro, one euro only. The aroma and ......

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