Suburbia Poems - Poems about Suburbia

... I have a curious mind About humans and their life’s As I correspond with PS poets I wonder where they reside? Do you live in a house in suburbia Or an apartment in a busy city On a farm o......Read More

...now stop already with all that text message nonsense. i can't respond to them all so i'll just have to write you a letter. and i hate writing letters. i'll just imagine i'm henry tudor (who also hate......Read More

...The Limerick, Pennsylvania Nuclear power plant siren wailed yesterday at 1400 hours December the fourth and probably broadcast further east, west, south and north. That shrill ear-piercing e......Read More

...OFF TO SCHOOL So you're off to boarding school, It'll be the making of you, my lad, Muses the bespectacled gentleman, Sat behind his morning paper, The commuter train steaming Its trundling......Read More

...The sky is news-worthy the day brightly published, up-town where the trees live sunshine plays in the streets. Later, in the wild-walking cities there will be donuts; racers will twirl while ......Read More

...Fair dinkum my old cobber, G,day I'm your new neighbour, I travelled from Tasmania, I flew by flying doctor. Crocodile Dundee has no flies on me, I couldn't give a XXXX about his fosters tinny,......Read More

... Ah, twas most indeed innocent! We had our morals, in our sights! The scent of floral spring trees, on starlit nights. In safe suburbia, for you and me. Blessed were we, to live , virginia......Read More

...Here in suburbia - anywhere, it's easy to be almost happy. We have time and permission to talk to neighbors, wave at strangers as we stroll our leafy streets, ......Read More

... Why in a gas oven, dear Sylvia, did you stick your pretty, middle-class head? Was the life of upper suburbia too much for you that you'd rather be dead? If, like you, we gassed ou......Read More

...We love this road, it has trees. The manicured ladies stand upon the lawns, beacon with unwinking eyes, scrutinize beneath shading hands, pry open primped lips, proclaim their fierce love. ......Read More

...I can’t get the moors out of my skin - me the wild bog asphodel now planted in a pot in tame Ohio. The moors grind you into peat and gritstone, they keep walking you around while the open ......Read More

...Paterson- sunshine in suburbia by americus Paterson, a poet, he's charming and he knows it Paterson, a man, he's got a life with a plan Sunshine in suburbia, searching for euphoria Paterson ......Read More

...when I get to the city I am on auto pilot if a murder happened I would be no witness I do not see people when I leave the suburbs I walk for blocks in crying tennis shoes wishing I worked some......Read More

... Suburbia sprawls around the front porch. Shy deer peep out of front windows then whisk out of sight. The groundhog is delivering news of the day, he thumps his paws, morse coding headli......Read More

... When I see images of moorland or fells, I say to myself, ‘yes that particular moor is mine, that mountain is my mountain.’ Then when I see people walking on a moor path that I used to walk o......Read More