Towns Poems - Poems about Towns

'Just get over it' No we still haven't received reparations And they are long overdue Why would we get over it When you prance around wearing bags made of our skin Sitting your privileged self's on chairs oh so familiar The fabric - our skin But you'll never know You'll never care Because of your ignorance Because what you...

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ANGIE, that last slow dance in smoky haze— you slipped UNDER MY THUMB like twilight’s ache. The Rolling Stones crooned fate through tangled days; I tried to PAINT IT BLACK for mercy’s sake. But YOU CAN’T ALWAYS GET WHAT YOU WANT—truth stings— just loaded TUMBLIN DICE in neon towns, chasing HONKY TONK WOMEN on borrowed wings while WILD HORSES dragged dreams to...

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Life can be filled with much love and joy, what happen when people want to destroy? We each need to find our place, in the Howling Wilderness of space. Away from all the hurt and pain, where we can rest both body and brain. We can hear the wild animal sounds, taking us far from the evil peoples towns....

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They stayed with us after the war. They stood by us after the battle. They understood our plight, Recognizing the immense troubles we faced from the tendrils of the night. Two towns were at war, Fighting for supremacy and sovereignty. Our town was ravaged by malevolent spirits, Summoned by dark warriors. It was a horror...

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inner struggles from traumatic times in small old towns outsiders wonder why she holds onto it meanwhile she's been searching for a place to put it down...

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The town fathers are long neglected by scavenging vultures, locked up as they are, in the wood cabin, we call the town museum. Inside the shack, there are old tintypes, sepia photographs and the usual rural relics. Outside, a small patch of lawn divides the past from a main road, one that bridges our hamlet between two swelling and brawling cities. Those cities also have...

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When we set out on a road trip We didn’t stick to the old script And were gladly amazed And rarely unfazed Hitting strange towns though some were skipped We started from Thatsnot, OK Which was more or less ok But then stayed for the view When we drove into The town of Overlo, OK I had a painful relapse From too hard to reach earwax We...

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Migration of Tractors David J Walker I remember the migration of tractors From farm to farm and field to filed Other traffic must yield to the slow-moving behemoth in John Deere Green the farm boy driving it was no more than 13 on a Saturday when the other boys Were doing the same thing With large clanking implements In tow And...

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~Towns in the Moonlight~ Nestled in snowbanks, bright. Just past the old, wooden bridge. Sounds of...

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THE SOUND OF TOWNS Announcing my address in Gateshead Usually started me feeling half dead. The flames crackled as the Detroit River burned to Toledo While my soft guitar chords echoed over Rio de Janeiro. But I couldn’t help but dance the samba When reciting my address in Cochabamba. Now I wanna live back in...

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Two towns not different from each other and yet they have become indelible and their preciousness inestimable, they are two thoughts of equal devotion; on one I spent lively and spontaneous days of my brief youth that was given to passion: going to school, playing soccer in a distant field, On the other, I rolled up my sleeves and worked hard. Two towns...

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Have you ever lived in a small burgh Where everyone knows everyone's cirque And if they don't They just make it up Now that's a hoot, people thrive with a smirk...

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A Frost Bite Forecast David J Walker It was the first night of frost Biting the fallow farms Stretching its icy arms across The plowed grounds Touching agrestic towns left Dressed in white Winter, sounding its alarms That its’ bitter bite is coming Ice and snow soon to follow...

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Imagine yourself In a small gold mining town you know that gold will run out you know that for now you have money but the future is not guarantied without money a gold town become a ghost town yet you decide to change talking to the people you encourage group investment you invest in building farms you invest in building zoos you invest in building...

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