Tenements Poems - Poems about Tenements

...I walked as a grey kid lost in his own hometown streets. When my slow mind began to see more clearly it saw brick dusted air and a sunlight blotched with yesterday's scabs. There were small......

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...The humble cockroach - Survival of one wreath speck table insect, (poll ease pod din me Elmer Fudd speak) thus earning hardy laurels nsync with inxs of standing kudos ranking as bajillion year......

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...London growls under the tread of diesel driven dreams. A stork visits, an attic full of discarded toys. White mice sleep in pajamas, made of childish nightmares. Barges reek still, just as ......

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... Rocks and streams from pebbled ruins, Makes my feet moan and groan. Water rushing, Never flushing the dirt from years gone past! Hurts my toes as I meander by. A journey that con......

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...I spent three hours & forty-eight dollars in a used bookstore Dust filled the air as I cracked the spines of a thirty year old book wide open Baby blue, sun-stained, hard cover of Francois......

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...They sat so low and beneath the troubled sky. With a mind in gray, amongst the southern clouds. There was no light or loves to be found. Only a shadowed silence that covered their haze. And a per......

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...JUSTICE They stare out at us unsmiling from tintypes of the first photographs, from the tea-colored pictures of thin, ragged immigrants, huddled in cold bare rooms in tenements, children cl......

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...The sertraline queen of New Orleans Getting high on her brandy and coke. Perched on a bar stool, surveying the scene, While she lights up another smoke. Tom Waits is playing on the radio “In ......

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...Grouin up in Glesga wis nae mean feat Pleyin in the back courts an dreepin the wass Plouterin in puddles manky water sploshing aboot, Searching in yon mucky middens fur treasure Thrown oot by the......

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...The hours fade away Like old men at evening Wearied of the day As their lives drift by, Like the slow /swift sailing Of clouds in a margarine sky And fall in flakes as the pendulums sway To t......

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...It’s the rewrite of horrors noir, with no thobe, just a Kufi, and dirty black sweats. Vibrations striking ears with no lobes show precisely how dirty black gets. A screenshot of a touchscreen ......

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...The tenements were quiet, too quiet small eyes peered through cracked curtains, catching a glimpse of the chaos below. How could that many people be so quiet? The wind moved the wet bras ha......

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...A lonely yellow butterfly flits along a crisp fall breeze as other life forms seek out a warm refuge from the approaching night's freeze. Rigor mortise leaves lie shapeless in corpse patterns on my u......

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...Love comes in all shapes and sizes – Thank God! Myself having evolved in some rather, undesirable directions... But what is the same anymore? Environmentalists say, not the sky! Not the sea......

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...Where are you? Why do you let them do this to me? I never chose to be born in a housing scheme. I never chose the life you gave me. The “friends” I am surrounded by, the opportunities thr......

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