Poems About: CHICAGO

Sing the Chicago
Blues
Sing the Chigago
Blues read more »

''The South Side of Chicago'' by David Hart

The South Side of Chicago read more »

I've dreampt of living in Chicago all my life.
I'd roam around and do what I please,
not thinking about yesterday's problem or tomorrow's tasks.
I'd sulk in the energy just thinking about here and now, read more »

The streets of chicago
are settled by raindrops in this spring

Each sound surrounded by trumpets read more »

For old Saint Patty's Day is approaching
from just around the corner, with the
inevitable commencing of springs true
greenness from the wonders of Mother Nature read more »

I sit on the Water Tower waiting
chapped hands in a visor over my eyes
looking toward Durham read more »

Magic
Each glistening drop
tinkers and shimmers read more »

purple petals in opulence
closer, hanging, in bunches
like lilac flares,
and cascading like read more »

The children of Punta
Sing you a sad song
We hear the whirring
Sounds of dragonfly wings read more »

Rid the darkness from my life
Open rooms with welcome light
Warm my heart with loving flame
And soothe my soul again, again read more »

Oh the changing of the seasons it's a pretty thing to see
And though I find this balmy weather pleasin' read more »

Mamie beat her head against the bars of a little Indiana town and dreamed of romance and big things off somewhere the way the railroad trains all ran.
She could see the smoke of the engines get lost down where the streaks of steel flashed in the sun and when the newspapers came in on the morning mail she knew there was a big Chicago far off, where all the trains ran.
She got tired of the barber shop boys and the post office chatter and the church gossip and the old pieces the band played on the Fourth of July and Decoration Day
And sobbed at her fate and beat her head against the bars and was going to kill herself read more »