Urban Life Poems - Poems about Urban Life

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

Shunned

Breaking down in the heart and mind.
With all regrets that are truly not kind.
Shocked at people are, so painful to see.
Abused with hated and ecstasy.
Violated and directed with torments
Lost of words or comments.
Hatred gushing out of life long experience.
Reminding yourself to become absence.
Coward and scared to even breathe.
Like the feeling of knives unsheathe.
Sharp but not

Are You Under a Cloud of Suspicion

Are You Under A Cloud Of Suspicion?

Do you feel you’re under a “cloud of suspicion?”
Despite all of your efforts
 and “best intentions?”

Have others found you “guilty” by a word spoken?
And this has left you hurt and your heart “broken?”

Perhaps you’ve tried the best way you could.
But you often feel misunderstood.

You may feel “cast off.” 

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

Lovely Nights

Lovely days produce lovely nights
and the sunset that transitions them;
build memories of comfort and embrace

The flowers of the field are adorn with complexion
and fed by God's grace
Like a sunbathe in darkness
my skin glows shades of bronze, orange
gold, and honey tones
I'm entrapped by the wind and the
scent of natural pheremones
creating a balance of universal laws of

God Brought a Healing To My Troubled Mind

God Brought A Healing To My Troubled Mind…

I used to allow many thoughts to enter my mind.
There were good and bad ones... 
 Just about every kind.

My family thought I was being a “good Christian.”
I never did anything that raised “a suspicion.”

I went to church every week and did the “Sunday thing.”
I had no idea

This Life We Have

This Life We Have…

This life we have is for a brief moment.
On the road to eternity… 
It’s a “postponement.”

This life we have will not be here for long.
This world that we live…  We don’t belong!

This life we live isn’t really yours or mine.
It was purchased by Jesus’ blood…  HIS love divine!

This life we

What If You Lost Everything

"What If...  You Lost Everything?"

What if your "luck has all run out?"
"No one listens" no matter 
how loud you shout.

What if your life has come to
 "a dead end road."
You've lost everything... Even your
 car's been towed.

What if all you have
 "suddenly disappeared."
As the storms of life
have “appeared."

What if you got on your 
knees

Here's the Good News

Here's The GOOD NEWS!

I get so tired of hearing about
 “the latest scandal…”
It makes me wonder; “how much
can this world handle?”

It seems like each day, on the news,
 it speaks of “another killing…”
Are these types of things really a part of “living?”

There must be more to life than
 what we hear on the news…
More to

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

In Our Adversity God Is There

In Our Adversity...
  HE Is There!

There are circumstances in life... 
I wish I could trade!
I can think of both good and bad
 decisions I have made.

This is a most unfortunate situation 
I find myself in.
Is causing a lot of grief and
 pain deep withini...

The guilt I feel I can't 
"begin to explain."
To be honest

I Heard Jesus Call My Name

I Heard Jesus Call My Name…

I heard Jesus call my name just the other day.
I told him.  “Not now!”  “Just go away!”

It was his voice.  It was clear and imminent.
I was just “too busy”. 
 This was evident!

Why should I care?  Why should I listen?
There’s too many things, 
 I don’t

Bitter Sweet

Tears already shot to the heart without bullets or a trigger,
What a little world but time to make it bigger.
Love isn’t a factor to subtract,
Send me a memory but I’ll send it’s change back.
Family already broken but a heart that’s still soaking,
Drowning in pain but only in the shallow end with no one knowing,
A face

Wrong Place, Wrong Guy

********************** Mario Rocha is an old friend of mine from California who was wrongfully imprisoned for over 7 years. He was stabbed several times while locked up, but left the State Penn. a seasoned poet! This one's for you Super Mario!***************



A child's life evaporated
gone in a second's time
arrived to a teenage party
arrested 
for a gang

Precarious Lives

Public Figures live a life that is filled with angst
and paranoia, always wondering where
their enemies are, so they experience ambivalence
when venturing far,

Naysayers often crawl out from the woodworks,
taunting and acting like jerks,
The perks they get from notoriety is pale in
comparison to the anxiety overzealous people bring,

A precarious life is what they look forward to,
so their

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