Urban Life Poems | Examples


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Slice of Urban Life

Crowds in Times Square
Tourists blend with locals 
   and hit the theatre district 
             hard
 Keep moving along with the 
            throng 
 or be trampled by their 
multitude of feet 
   A painted nude woman 
approaches 
    Such painted nudists 
are controversial 
She asks for money 
    we walking and 
pay her no never mind 
  The marquees glow 
in early evening 
 The area is closed to 
      autos
A different type of traffic in 
    this beating heart of the city exists 
blasts of fantasy on stages 
And crowds thrill 
    Adults, children, 
seniors, teenagers 
   are all going somewhere
The metropolitan evening show 
   is about to begin

Hellbent On Not Becoming Hellbound

They speak boldly of bravery
But yet cowardly hide from reality
Falsely believing courage to be found in artillery,
and respect in a casualty

I hope they never have to watch life untimely leave
When someone they think fondly of can no longer breath
They talk errantly since their life is at ease
In another part of town a mother weeps on her knees

But now this new recession
Has demographics intersectin
They on wall street concealing weapons
Even buddhists had to toughen

And I just want to be sky bound
When the clouds come unbound
And the instruments sound
Dont wanna be hellbound

Flatline

.LIL BOI IN DA HOUSE

MOMMA LAYIN ON DA COUCH

JUS GOT DONE SHOOTIN UP

NOW SHES PASSED OUT

BOI SAYS MOMMY WAKE UP

BUT SHE DOESNT MOVE

HE SHAKES HER N SHAKES HER

BUT SHE HIGH ON DAT JUICE

STILL NO SIGN OF LIFE

LIL BOI STOMACH GROWLS

BUT DERES NUTTIN TO EAT TONITE

LIL BOI WONDERS OFF WHILE MOMMA IS SLEEP

SHE LEFT DA DOOR OPEN

NOW HES OUT IN DA STREET

DOESNT KNO TO LOOK BOTH WAYS

DEN DERES A TRUCK BEEP BEEP

SIRENS ERRYWHERE WHILE MOMMA STILL SLEEP

LADY CRIES OUT

WHERES DA BOIS MOTHA

WHERES DA BOIS FATHA

DADDY PULLS UP N ASKS WATS DA HOLLA

LOOKS DOWN N SEES DA SON DAT WONT BREATHE

HE GETS ON ONE KNEE N YELL

GOD, DONT TAKE HIM PLZ

BUSTS IN DA HOUSE N WAKES DA MOMMA

MOMMA REEKS OF CRACK N GUANGA

HE DRAGS HER OUTSIDE N SHOWS HER DA SON

SHE BREAKS OUT INTO TEARS N ASK WATS GOIN ON

SHE WAS TOO HIGH TO STAY AWAKE

NOW HER SONS LIFE IS AT STAKE

AMBULANCE RUSHES TO DA HOSPITAL

DEY TRY TO REVIVE DA BOI

TIME AFTA TIME

HIS LIFE DEPLOYS

FAMILY IN DA WAITIN ROOM

MOMMA IS DOWN OFF HER HIGH

BUT ITS TOO LATE

HER SONS LIFE JUS HIT FLATLINE


Just Another Blockparty Hoodrat....

All the big dogs out barkin' their song
older cats strollin' just playin' along
hipsters out mellowin' chill for the day
jipsters shout yellin' pronouncin' their trade
the young whelps sit curbside awestruck in dreams
fast money escalades cascading in streams

Others pass knowing,street life aint all that
just another nest blockparty full of hoodrats

Females ballyhooing in swivel they shake
homeboys be doin',make no mistake
street heat be seekin' next mark to play
chickies are hangin' off short leash no stray
eyeballin' darts blip radar like charts
no move is missed,you were kissed from the start
whadup...are you good,just begins the action
hooked now from the look,you gave as a sanction

Others pass knowing,street life aint all that
just another nest blockparty full of hoodrats.....

Fall From the Top

Once I was rich and now I am poor
This is the reason I am kinda sore
Money I once had and now I do not
Never again will I see my favorite vacation spot
For now I am poor and nothing I own
All of my clothes must be hand sewn 
This is all new to me
For rich I once used to be
People I once owned
And now I am condoned
To a life of pity
A life all to sh itty for me
Never again rich shall I be.

Fallen Nation

(chorus)
sign up for the fallen nation/
become a part of complication/
live life of silent frustration/
only way to gain salvation/

(vrs1)
cheat yourself out of living a lie/
dont choose to live, youd rather die/
hate your past its gone forever/
original, youll never remember/


sign up for the fallen nation/
become a part of complication/
live life of silent frustration/
only way to gain salvation/

(vrs2)
burned the words of memories/
blind our eyes so we can see/
make us feel the endless pain/
our minds have slowly gone insane/

(vrs3)
sign up now, dont delay/
turn your  bodies into fake/
swallow pride to be a leader/
learn to become the perfect cheater/

sign up for the fallen nation/
become a part of complication/
live life of silent frustration/
only way to gain salvation/

(vrs4)
be fed our nations lies they taste better than the truth/
cant stop until we've gotten hold of freedom seeking youth/
be fed our lies, choke them down/
dont try to fight, youd rather drown/

sign up for the fallen nation/
become a part of complication/
live life of silent frustration/
only way to gain salvation/


Purgatory

Stuck in purgatory behind a desk
Staring at this washed out screen
A keyboard jockey can’t be my best
Is this all that my life will mean

Tapping out such meaningless text
Like a modern zombie in a tie
Everyday I get even more vexed
If this is life then I want to die

The fluorescent light sallow my skin 
The screens I stare at deaden my eyes
Surely this kind of punishment is sin
This is cannot be the way of the wise

My spirit clamours so deep within
Trying to get out of this office hell
Its shouts become a wailing violin
For some creativity it doth yell

Where here is the beauty of life
No colours, no sounds and no smell
Being here is to my heart a knife
If feel like my soul is roasting hell

Redemption Song

I spent half my life buzzed
pulling stings with my cuz
day dreamed of being kings but our status never budged

mainly because we was rarely sober
drinking E&J with soda 
trying to sneak a toaster in the Ponderosa (local club)

I been in bar brawl where chairs are thrust and bottles busted
if cut with an adrenaline rush it makes the blood gush

it was all fun and games
till I lost my cousin Dwayne
clouds form over my life and under my eyes it rained

intoxicated for months, planning retaliation
listened to the Lord for once,searching for salvation

I quick drinking cold turkey, cant stomach the taste now
I trusted the  Lord and its working, I cant believe my lifestyle

I went from stereotypical thug life risking my freedom
to client representation, suit and tie meetings

went from nightmarish hell to heavenly dreamer
stop straddling the fence and landed  where the grass was really greener

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