Suburban Poems - Poems about Suburban

In raw dawn I emerge crow-thoughts pecking skull-bone black as plowed earth. Farm-stench floods – dung, hay and blood – primal musk of life and death intertwined. Yet in this first breath of day there’s a peace and so stillness rising from the land like a satin...Read the rest...

Something about the new Stage behind the red swagger Green TVs, living that luxury Almost getting lost with the sullen Eagles lifted to heaven level Gray in the garden bed I’m painted yellow and Glowing like a scarecrow Angel among the...Read the rest...

Suburban resident pretense, a bleak uniformity. I grew up among the repetitious homes, isolated alienated, I wandered the conformity, the endless square yards, the dull feckless syndrome. Repugnant yet intriguing, a redundant singularity, fabrications of fortified, fraudulent self-deception, blocks...Read the rest...

In the grass, I lay my head, A pillow soft, a verdant bed, The blades, like fingers, gently wrap, Around my limbs, a loving trap. the rustling leaves as a lullaby as buzzing bees go buzzing by a symphony...Read the rest...

Suburban waste stretches beyond and far away Languishes under the hot hazy sun Seasons reap Memories run Remembering things better left unseen Memories reel in the theater on the mind Things fragmented in frame Of mental photographs Faded edges frail brittle fluttering...Read the rest...

See the girls on the corner In tight tanks And micro minis Popping gum Locking eyes Driving boys wild See the sunlight Outline their curls in gold Memories of youth In the Suburban wastes Walking the streets at night Running with the...Read the rest...

Oh, from what demented mind was born A thing so pointless as a lawn? Surely some old eccentric lord In a mansion, born both rich and barmy, Who could so lavishly afford A mighty artful minion army Of sowers of seed...Read the rest...

The sweet bird songs heard at the break of dawn Mixed with the sound of sprinklers on the lawn Neighbors readied boats for bobs in the bay Morning papers landed in each driveway Boxy air units were wedged into...Read the rest...

While gold-laced suburban skies shine, it is wasted on the child. As he pouts behind a picket fence, vanilla ice cream melts. Watching the manicured lawns grow, I long to loosen the green. Written 5/25/20 for Jenish Somadas’ Let...Read the rest...

In A Suburban Paradise I was to spend hours on my bed writing short stories in 1967; with my left leg dangling over the left side, I sat on the right leg, like I was some nosy bird...Read the rest...

Once was I a teen, That's when Mum got mean, Dragged us off on long drives, Her whinging did give me hives, Maybe she could not hack us growing, Autonomy we wanted knowing, We tried not to be like our mother, Turned...Read the rest...

His oars (mind, arms, and legs) were insufficient as propellers to earn a living. In the underground´s nasty passageway; or was in his life´s nasty passageway? Anyway! There, he, like an imbecile, sat, another torn mendicant, holding up his hand...Read the rest...

Suburban Pastorale (I walk in nature still alone. Thoreau) Among purchased trees he seeks repose and bruised by civic alienation forgets that Eden's cleft has led to all that's made. But surely he knows Man and Nature bound only by cultivation are not the same. For...Read the rest...

Suburban Mindmelt You and I know what it takes to make the sky turn around. We still know when to stop in our tracks, To look and smell and pause; we must, if we can, For...Read the rest...

I live in suburban Pittsburg, but my heart yearns for western climes, undoubtedly from watching films that dressed up and romanticized the sweep of the tall-grass prairie, desert cactus and red-baked stone, endless pines in northern forest, Earth’s tall, Rocky Mountain bones. Where...Read the rest...