Vancouver Poems - Poems about Vancouver

To you who hides your face, Sitting on cardboard Asking for change, with your cardboard sign Is it change you want? Or coins? I am frustrated by your lack of motion- Sometimes there is the puppy eye, The sleeping angel, The cardboard cut out, tent Sometimes there's rocking, I've also heard bothered screams. What is the condition of your heart? Where are all your dreams? Do you...

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To see a city, you must walk, Each neighborhood inviting And areas, like waterfronts, Give reasons for delighting. To stroll the streets, check out the stores And people watch, together With sampling the local wares Works well in any weather. But when the sun is shining and It's not too hot or cold, It's great to be a tourist With reality on hold. We...

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Swesish Saga Gerda left Sweden with an odd liking for turnips. She claimed hard labor ruined her hands. She hated her father. Fritchof walked like an ex-sailor. He had a vein-blue tattoo on his left hand. He once sailed the Red Sea and grew a mustache. They met in Vancouver. A brown wedding oval preserves her stiff upper lip, his doubting earnestness. She made...

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There was a strange dame in Vancouver who insisted on being a hoover. She sucked in much dust till her health went bust and the council had to remove her....

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Canada, land of good manners, polite people until we lose the Cup and angry crowds of testosterone go wild burn cars and porta-potties hurl bottles, bricks, street signs and threats at lines of riot masks and batons ready for adrenaline almost as high as that elusive win...

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Morning light comes passing by way too soon then the cold breezes blow and up is the moon. Chilly frost lives through the day, months and years Nocturnal animals at night you hear. But do not fear, thus the maple leaves fall. And as I gaze at the late midnight hail through my windows, I can see people quail; clearly hear...

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Vancouver's a private reference and it's not really about Canada as a whole, just one experience regarding the aforementioned. Shh! Schwein Fleisch vs schweinefleisch. As two distinct words it literally means "pig skin" as one word it means "pork". I mean it as two distinct words so that it can tie in with "pound of flesh". I was going...

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February 16, 2010 Raindrops glisten on the trees, Sparkling in the morning sun Soft, sweet spring air – Is it truly February? Gentle little Crocuses, purple and pink Awake so early, so brave, so eager! A few towering Daffodils shining yellow Stand proudly, daring winter’s touch This year no whooshing down Inviting slopes iced in white Treks through crunchy snow replaced With soggy walks in...

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Athlete kabob meat to skewer Olympic games meet the sewer Those ratings too flat Create new dangers that Pander to the TV viewer...

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Vancouver the most beautiful city on earth that's where I am from where the beaches stretch out against the backdrop of verdant undulating mountains that seemingly touch the warmth of the gradient coloured skies this is the place I call my home born and bred nurtured and fed and my loyalty lies with this patch that exists as a microcosm on this spinning ball that...

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