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The corrugated clang and creak of the escalator
Welcomes murmurs of lovers entwined in conversation
The lilted quick chatter of tourists
Interrupted by those racing- no regard for bags, or backpacks or babies.
Mechanically they step on and off
Fever is in their eyes
To get on, sit somewhere, go some place
Sometimes they push, like children
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Categories:
urban writing, imagination, perspective, simile, symbolism,
Form: Free verse
This Unreal City
I live in New York
City
An unreal place
where you see gorgeous women
and plenty of homeless people
This city is a study in contrasts
between the haves and have - nots
It is a cultural mecca
with museums, concerts and plenty of poetry readings
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Categories:
urban writing, urban, writing,
Form: Ballad
In the Park
Another night in Central Park
For Shakespeare, as the sky turns dark.
My husband made the tickets hap,
A bonny feather in his cap.
A lovely evening, weather-wise;
The park, a forest in disguise.
The actors, practiced, prepped and proud;
The audience, a New York crowd.
Yet I’m distracted from delight
Because my poem I’ve yet to write.
So here I sit before the show,
Just
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Categories:
urban writing, urban, writing,
Form: Rhyme Royal
Four-Play
Four corners.
Stands, four players.
Quarrels of foul cries, collided.
Facing each nemesis into quadrants, divided.
Individuals motivated by objectives.
Devising plans, careful detectives.
Goal to achieve the highest rank, careful steps--discriminate.
Going by the hit-list, tunnel vision, hindrances must eliminate.
Scoping intensely, measuring opponents, methodical evaluation.
Staying alert, mind assessment, sedulous investigation.
Shrill of the first struck, the
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Categories:
urban writing, allegory, analogy, conflict, corruption,
Form: Personification
Urban Thoughtz
Me im who i am not who u want me to be
You wont break my spirit cuz I let the Streets flow through me
I look like im 18 but im bout to bust 22
Im tryna get my pen burnin like heat from a gun
Killin the dj scene like second hand smoke kills ya lungs
People say
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Categories:
urban writing, black african american, life,
Form: ABC
Urban Writing
An epitaph spoilt by an oxymoron;
the journey of a twisted smile
within a plastic face;
a testimony of color sprayed in the subway,
overgrown and wanting- city bound.
My home base.
Sanctioned by the night,
steal from the darkness
and luminous pathways
within sweet, blinding light.
Steal to the streets
and recapture the home
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Categories:
urban writing, black african american, inspirational,
Form: Free verse