Streets Poems - Poems about Streets

... "Home is the story of who we are, and a collection of all we love." Wall Deco Art I miss the beautiful old home of my child......Read the rest...

...THE IMPERSONATOR SAT BEHIND HER DESK OF TWICKERY FALSIFYING FILES AND MURDER CASES RECRUITING VIOLENT OFFENDERS TO END MY LIFE OVER MY AMERICAN POETRY MY FEAR ANXIETY LED ME TO CONTACT THE FBI AS I W......Read the rest...

... In the shadows they lurk and in the light of the moon they hide, clock strikes 12 and in caves they dwell the streets they play scratching upon the graves. These ghastly ghouls or monsters do not......Read the rest...

...A symphony of joy raced through the Hospital hallway Mom in a wheelchair holding her first daughter Born after 2 boys! Dad alongside grinning like he struck gold! Going home! No car seats......Read the rest...

... It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men's hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air that emanation from old tree......Read the rest...

...I am walking around Basel The city not the herb I’m not doing a Basel Because Basel is not a verb The streets spew tongue twisters From mouths of many shapes Beautiful river vistas With succ......Read the rest...

...It awes me so to stand, pen and paper quivering in my hands; My solemn river of a mind’s been shaken by the quaking land. It seems to me worthwhile to mention, the city’s filled with wild tension. ......Read the rest...

... In the glare of SYNTHETIC neon lights, The metropolitan city is awake even at night. Distracting noises EMENATE from all corners, Peace is not found in the bustling crowd. Vehic......Read the rest...

...Life as a Rat Yes, every city is a labyrinthine cage woven from streets seen from celestial heights, but also – from the silken threads of your habits: The paths you follow, or avoid, the cafes ......Read the rest...

...I put on this face for too long Who is this girl I'm looking in the mirror all bare-faced Who is this girl I have changed my ways and values to play the part Who is this girl I look deep insi......Read the rest...

... The dead dance in our midnight dreams then kiss our soul at rising light of sun beams The soft heart of yesterday still firmly beats as we recollect their images on memory streets N......Read the rest...

...In the silent embrace of mystical twilight, I lose myself in deep introspections, Looking inward, feeling the silent barriers stretching around me, While the outer world buzzes with a feverish inte......Read the rest...

...Forget-me-nots share sighs of For-Heaven-sake's, from boulevards to avenues, the streets -- speak. City park use strengthens, as the day lengthens. Doves charming swarms of drakes, tetheri......Read the rest...

...The flowers are sagging in the garden waiting patiently for another spring but the heat has dried out the substance within and my soul is living off the moisture in the inner world, it is where my he......Read the rest...

... Eastern Europe’s shtetl life romantically recalled Fiddler on the Roof beloved by all Recreated today in Boro Park,* modernity! *a neighborhood ......Read the rest...