Urban Poems | Examples of Urban Poetry

This is when the old and the young, beasts and confraternal drunks damn the consequences of death lying porous on crossroads upon bifurcated paths, fractured junctions and ceremonial cul-de-sacs... The time is immaterial, so long as the traffic lights — the veggie-green, the claret, and the urine-amber —choose their slow blinking and rapid-eyelid movement carefully. And moon might decide not to power its own light. Tenebrous...

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Smile & nod Actin like my attention spans top notch Steady glancin at the clock Checkin my wrist with no watch Don't take offense This probably won't make sense Sht got me all jittery & tense I really can't help it My brain cells are spent Done way too many drugs Still do...just because I keep going & going...

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Steel gates whisper his name in the wind, Legends bow, their bravado dimmed. A gaze like thunder, a voice like stone, King of the shadows, he stands alone. No chains could bind the fire inside, No walls could tame his ruthless pride. Even the hardest, the ones who don’t...

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My mind drifts loose into the moving art framed by train window. Houses in the field glitch by— brick red roofs and windows that hold sunset across the champaign. I wonder what it’s like to live in that world, where you wake and rest with the sun. My gaze drifts to clouds light as swan feathers. Their dance—effortless, unrepentant as the sunset dyes...

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Hire the Hood 1 I know you want to hire the hood. To give them work, like you said you would. To lift them up, and make life good, To see success spread through the neighborhood. But hire those with drive and skill, With passion, purpose, and iron will. People who can play their part, With sharp minds and loyal hearts. They must align...

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“This is a familiar route and one of the most common ones (at least to my seasoned eyes; you may find it beautiful)” — overheard. ______ A day like any other, but also a day like no other— ...

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—Blackout. \ rewind \\ 9pm, my messy curls sizzled as chemicals flow down the drain— raven, ...

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Urban Spaces The world is getting smaller. People become dwellers. A newlife of solo living. A single life of well-being. Do weall have anxiety? Through loneliness especially. Maybe we have lost trust in each other. Walk on by, don’t even bother. Some live in urban spaces. Pass on by many faces. Webecome too independent. Individual...

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The streets were bustling with people. out of curiosity my ears tried to catch some noise Alas, All it heard was pure silence. There were no chirping of the birds. There were no barking of the dogs. There were no sound of people chattering & quarrelling. Just .....................my thoughts...

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The city exhales steam like a tired beast, its breath pooling in alleyways where no one walks anymore. Cold, wet cobblestones gleam like the backs of forgotten coins, each one holding a secret you must step lightly not to disturb. Streetlamps blink like they’re remembering how to dream— orange halos shivering on the slick asphalt, casting shadows with no one to belong to. Shop windows sleep behind grimy...

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Healing through drinking. Enjoying life through smoking Tobacco and weed. Perhaps natives were always Onto that very something....

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I can't help it. As I lay under the most beautiful blanket of stars, it's hard not to be selective in my focus of attention, better yet my undivided becomes undecided as I gaze further into depths one could lose ones self and yet i cant take my eyes away from it.... ' Phone Home...

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In a deep indigo night, bright sliver moonlight shines across a barren land. On a lonely hill, a manor stands… its windowed eyes to a world blind. Staring into the void, sublime wind tumbles desolate sands. Broken, old, dried skeletal branches sway the last fleeting remains of a harsh day… A figure bare in bones n thin pale skin standing in the...

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False, mechanical eyes see across the city Their connectors neatly hitting your brain stem with tiny signals It’s amazing what technology can do these days what your technology can do You taste the salty fish cubes in front of you Resting on a rectangle plate Salty, but not much else In a fine futuristic restaurant Rain pattering the windows Bluish green buildings in rows...

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On mine tippy-toes The door would open shut; The window was raised down; On my pinky-toes; Vertigo had me spinning so; Simultaneously spinning on ceiling and floor; Up above my head; I am a urban ballerina 3/27/25 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2024...

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