Towns Poems - Poems about Towns

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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Information superhighway bumper to binary bumper. Stark contrast versus deserted macadam thoroughfares. Magnification rendered visualization coronavirus alias covid 19 courtesy electron microscopy plus sundry computer technology yours truly (popeye Olive Garden variety generic layman) breathtakingly held spellbound, née utterly transfixed vibrant spectacular design regarding inexplicable dynamic forces wrought creation (albeit - alluringly beautifully charming, deceptively eminently fascinating, and globularly highly intriguing biochemical cellular denizens -...

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It was the 24th of December and all I can remember Were we glissade in the snow on a sled before bed With the tree draped with candy and light’s a glow We all sat around watching a Christmas show In a town of 3,000 everyone knew our stockings would be bare We never cared for the love we had...

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Paper towns map keys that lead to sunsets and destinations yet recorded, legends to, clues to the soul framed in 8mm frames bridges to hearts decoded directions for two significant rondez-vous in a dream our paper town built on escapes to forever a breathe away into the night Love just in sight map your way to my heart Paper towns made for two lights low young hearts craving long awaited destiny even with my eyes closed I can feel you in my soul day...

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A shanty-man from a shanty-town came by shanty-boat to Shanty-Round. He was the newest man in this Shanty-village, we felt was a town. His middle was solid and amazingly thick. And his hairy neck was blistered, and brick-like, this Nick. His face and hair were golden, and he wore an enormously big gun. Some thought they were pretty tough, until...

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