Urban Poems | Examples

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Premium Member Romper

Wanna know what's really gangster?
Underwear falling in romper.

Premium Member Urban Dictionary Entry Number Two

          snide smirks sardonic 

             ~ Insensitivity's Tonic

Premium Member Urban Dictionary Entry

        Panting
             ~ something dogs-doo


Premium Member Amethyst On Stalk Part Two

Lavenders “allure,”
they “lure”  bees, butterflies, folk,
toxic air immune,
flower on spike, fragrant vent,
evergreen shrub in svelte perfume

dilute  blob oe’r skin,
red  blotches, wrinkles, acne,
stoma clogs clean flush,
witch hazel spoon scoop  fold in,
with mauve plant a face  fillip

Sweet, spiced and salty,
courses, with subtle mint hint,               
wild herb a chef’s boon,
its honey glaze gels with greens,
or muffins, waffles, ice cream

Premium Member Amethyst On Stalk

Lavenders “allure,”
they “lure”  bees, butterflies, folk,
toxic air immune,
flower on spike, fragrant vent,
evergreen shrub in svelte perfume

Our City

Beneath the laminated heavens built for you and I,
memories in turn of century cylinders are lost and
passing by. They beckon with a wail and personal applause
Inviting you to join, before the day withdraws.

Ignore the early stations, lost in their vignettes -

A reservoir of gemini left purling in its wake,
the scent of east-side lobster served well past its date,
daylight wasting in a condo twice sublet,
and elderflower friends that you have never MET.

Depart at Bowery and look for me -

where excess steam exhales forgotten memories
whispered out by cafes turned to sensory
bazaars, and dissipates among avowals left undone
by boys preoccupied by counting stars, not suns.

Exhausting spirits in proportion to their zinfandel -

Until you wander back by east-side locking doors,
past sleeping cats in midnight grocery stores,
at last to sunken homes with tortoise shells
to sleep beneath the echoes of farewells.


Can't Live In A City

Could never live in a city,
nothing about it feels right,
so cramped, crowded, and quite dirty,
hard angles always in sight.
The stress I see in the faces,
pricey closets for a home,
everything near someone else’s,
no land they can call their own.
Moving like rats in a subway,
nothing but concrete to walk,
all this to live where ‘things happen,’
at least that’s how many talk.
So few of them will have children,
the cost most just can’t afford,
and most went there for the fast life,
gives nothing but demands more.
The morals always declining,
any in they’ll tolerate,
cling to it amidst the chaos,
and die still claiming it’s great. 
The crimes of degraded people,
city hall doing nothing,
don’t care to arrest criminals
when they need them all voting.
It hollows out the whole city,
great buildings rotting away,
the people not getting better,
the whole place endlessly fades.
And yet they say we should live there,
believe they top all the rest,
better than all of those ‘rednecks,’
see other folk as much less.
No, I can’t live in a city,
the whole place is insane,
no job, museum, or night club
can be worth that kind of pain.

Premium Member August Morning Shift


       Pink fringed lotus,  
       stunning leaf floater, 
       suffusing pond surface,
       beneath sapphire sky,
   
        in  stoic city pond,
       charming capture,
       casual strollers peep,
       as  vim skims,
       reflection of visages,
       luscious liquid stream,
       fluid canvas,
    
       water in atmosphere. 
       or pool intensifies,
       navy blue welkin,
        august  morning shift,
        in shade or tint,
         hue’d reservoir,
          
        sapphire firmament,
         a momentary pause,
         for zestful urbanite,        
         bowl-shape flora,
         or vapored vault,
        
         coalescing influence, 
         bridging distance,
         town dynamism,
          lush environment,
       bosom buddy treaty

Premium Member Cloud Eight Fog

Figure of Eight got me thinking
It's infinity on its side!
Eight days a week, I rode till dawn.
Slipping behind eight ball's shadow.
On Cloud Eight, with just one to come.
While strumming eight-note blues on drums;
I figured eight had found me out~
Swirling around its loopty-loops.

Premium Member Evening Lure Awhile Part Two

Sundown  creeps,
  across  adorned amber,
     sky whose welkin, 
     shades volte face, 
     as evening edges,
  into cosmic chakra,
of visual feasts,
orange, pink, purple,
prelude which emblazon,
point of day exodus,
 atrophied moon winking,
   mystic morph of,
     dwindling halo,
       to homeward bound,
         throngs thirsting, 
       for redress within,
    winter jasmine  enclave, 
 cabal, clique, cluster,
   in shrunken retreat,
    from  dreary toil,
nudge from nightfall,
   whose cryptic code,
  a dark art patois, 
 exemplified by,
 eastern screech owl,
    whose stocky medium,
and varied volume,
  that twilight tremolo,
    purring incognito,
     among other creatures,
    wet soil genus,
           brisk firefly flash,
         in town backyards,
      wing rubbing katydid,
          tree top rasp, 
        or  amid green bush,
          chirpy cricket,
       midget burrow dweller,
       allow oneself to wallow awhile,
          in evening habitat,
       in all its allure

Premium Member River Half Asleep

Gurgling stream invisible,
drawn to its blithe bosom,
by edge of dawn kismet,
whose loiter and lurk in,
my peep of day ear satin, 
taunts drowsy pallette vein,
with velvet sonic swerves,
unique, unseen, unfolding,
conjures a deep sensory,
whiff of innuendo imaged,
blurred eye phase paused,
red sun sears sleep crust,
salt gust imp tickles twitchy,
nose, my loyal guide dog,
whilst morning slumber,
thaws in trancelike mien,
to shed blind spot tramp, 
a faint backwash swoosh,
now flags receding eddy,
near rapids hazy vision,
one can intuit in a blink,  
but not quite glimpse!

Premium Member Weave

Watch dazzling sunrise emerge from its surreal cocoon,
Engage with cordial citizens who ooze spry radiant charm,
Applaud droll comic town brazen banter on zigzag pavement,
Vivid vermillion hydrant spewing mint cool water on, 
Effervescent footslogger’s fiery life thirst seldom slaked

Premium Member Rambing On Wharf

Whirling  saline mists taunt my nose on quest,
dark green head, yellow bill mallard toe dip,
pink pastel cloud oe’r urban quay strewn guest

Fellow ambler’s balmy glee in mild gust,
golden stream  wild eddy from frothy lip,
rapt red sunshine loiter, splintered street dust

Premium Member The Commands

Be faithful to me
Obey these commands I placed
Be gentle with me

Premium Member Seattle

Cloud creep  
    Sound sway

Sky slip  
   Rain rush

Pier pulse  
  Bay beat

Fish flip  
 Boat bump

Brew buzz  
  Bean burst

Tram turn  
    Hill rush

Grunge growl  
   Riff roll

Fog fold  
  Shore shift

Crow call  
    Park pace

Sunbeam  
   City sing

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