Suburbs Poems - Poems about Suburbs

“Where the Suburbs Meet the Sea” I walked again where I began, past fences worn, where gum trees ran— but now the tide had kissed the land, and waves rolled in like time unplanned. The house was there, but changed in tone, a quiet shell, yet not alone. The breeze...

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walking the suburbs breath takes the smell of gardens unlike the city center living on suburbs the stench of the city's smog oft spoils the mood of dinner ...

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Can we talk over dinner? I’ll be composed, Salad a middleman On orange china. I won’t stare daggers I’ll only look gently You won’t upset me You won’t cry Tablecloth a barrier Of polite normalities No last words. No hard feeling. You’ll drift atop Jello molds, An angel in suburban hell. You won’t tell me You quit your job, And our haven Will remain bubble wrapped....

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Blue Suburbs Like in Saint Denis Day and night The zombies cross paths in Jersey City Those who slam their dreams in eldorados cross day and night Those who have cracked them in the New York blue They all have one thing in common the empty look the lowered head the determined steps away from the New York blue Towards the same illusory goal Executioners and victims Of themselves Drowned by...

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Beep, Honk, Crash The city is in an uproar, but from the outside, it sits in Silence A series of quiet calm buildings Flashing with lights and holding the souls of millions in the palm of its hand Like you and me The fear of being a big city, of being ourselves because instead, we sit in Silence Living in a...

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En route to school to get the kids We had a real surprise. Two cops and a dog were running Through the lawns, before our eyes. “Look, a sweatshirt!” one called out. “They must have come this way!” Some police cars came careening by, A local law display. The schoolyard parents, on their phones, Found out what had transpired - A stolen car, a...

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Lawn furniture flavored ice cream served in moxa cups Candied eyes of freshwater bream pickled bushdog pups. Pig pizzle wrapped around a stick grilled upon the deck Woven rope with cat head and brick hung about your neck. Marzipan violin bowed by a stoat badminton played widdershins A toast of poison without antidote barefoot on needles and pins....

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When I hear the voices of little children early at dusk just before twilight comes with their faces cloaked by the shawl of innocence waving goodbye to the setting sun, my heart leaps for joy; as I watch agape as they jump, chatter and clatter with such intense vigour on the open green fields beyond the moors outside the curtilage of their homes in the...

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An angel fell somewhere in suburbs a little angel blonde, with blue eyes, somewhere in suburbs, in a well guarded site, nobody working no one in a rush obvious too happy in this paradise... One day got bored got bored to death surrounded from people without problems people who live other people's lives people who don't care for judgement day and don't give a damn for heaven or hell.. He left confused heartbroken that day, and tears from blue eyes turned...

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A cheap imitation toy Next a deep colored strewn rose In a house in the 'burbs At nighttime under heavy snow. A faltering streetlamp Near an unretrieved upturned trash barrel; A...

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With the keys to a brand new car (a Nissan 350Z, a Chevy Corvette, or a BMW), I'll take it for a drive; I'll be driving on the streets of all suburban communities. And when I'm in any suburban community like Arlington, Plano, Richardson, or wherever, there's just no telling. I'm never going to spend...

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A Flock of Seagulls, singing, wishing ( If I Had A Photograph Of You ) Blondie, reply with "Union City Blue" City Boy, ringing 5.7.0.5. Deep Purple, rocking with "Smoke On The Water Live" Eagles, living " Life In The Fast Lane" Foreigner, playing the instrumental "Tramontane" Gerry Rafferty, walking down "Baker Street" Heart, are just "Crazy On You" rocking sweet Inxs, with...

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Days Are Days Theres No Stoping Them People Walk And Talk Down The Streets They Are Bowned To Meet One Way Or Another Some Hide Behind False Cover Some Like Myself Sit On Thier Roofs And Act As If They Hover Most Flant Thier Loot And Then Give You The Boot And Then You Think Shoot What Did I Do? Thats some ones cue They...

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we were blessed with the rhythm of laughter and companionship born into a family that taught us loyalty and the joy of taking our time we were mentored in the school of good and right to speak our minds, but always with a tempered voice to question authority but always be polite to listen carefully before speaking and never lie my memories...

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