Poems About: CHICAGO
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The feathers would flutter in the wind like and angels.
The wings would lift me off this Hell they call Earth. read more »sare gibbs
314.Was The War On The Battlefront?
Was the purpose of this battlefront
To embarrass to offend and to affront
This Queen with your rude and
Your offensive servant? ! read more »QueenPatrenia Turner, Royalty Ph.d. Queen Of England
315.The 1st of May
The 1st of May,
It’s a Solidarity Day.
I will not shout “Hurray”
But would like to say read more »Larisa Rzhepishevska
316.New York Poems: Reaction
There’s so much movement,
but its all confusion I say
There’s height but where's the depth,
Is it wearing a mask? read more »Chris Osterbrock
317.:) Poem of Pure Autobiography
Mother was Presbyterian and Dad Roman Catholic
It took them a silver anniversary to truly bridge the gulf
And I about as long to find my way
With help from Quakers and Unitarians and other read more »Bill Grace
318.Of The Meaning...
of the meaning of love
thought streams trail loosely
shrill cat screams cut across midnight alley
car horns arabesque in the moonlight read more »Theresa Haffner
ie saw Chicago through the eyes of a Child.
Like the beast, my heart is untamed, it is Wild.
The Guests are lucky to live here.
Therefore, ie live my life in fear. read more »Landrey
320.LOFTY TANGO IN LONDN 'SNOWY DAYS' - WAEL MOREICHEH
KINGS OF GENOCIDE in any place of world read more »WAEL MOREICHEH
321.Last Night I Dreamt
Last night I dreamt
that I went to the movies-
Looney Tunes and Merrie Melodies
on the silver screen in the darkness read more »Michael Pruchnicki
322.Vote for Obama!
'Vote Obama! The past is history! Vote Obama! '
Mick applauded as he reached for the drink.
We waited for Mick's acerbic comment on
the heroic figure of our time. read more »Michael Pruchnicki
As soon as I walked in, Kilmartin called out,
'Welcome home, brave Ulysses, from the strife! '
Now I was glad to be back in the neighborhood, read more »Michael Pruchnicki
On this day that has lost its mindfulness
Of blossom and aromatic fecundity
Of casual life, splurging its vitality
On birdsong and squirrelish chatter, read more »Robert J Meyer