Poems About: CITY
Poems on / about :
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349.'Dem Inner City Blues'
I got dem Inner City Blues,
The same ones that made Marvin wanna Holla!
It's hard for people like me to get a dolla,
So i can make ends meet read more »chandra rome
350.Twin Towers Toppled Of Heart's Sadness And Memory.
Ye twin towers have toppled of heart's sadness of New York City...
Twas twin building's toppled by terror-not pity.
City of York be new not old... read more »Michael Gale
351.Crossroads of America
Crossroads of this brave New World:
tiring - perhaps no longer young read more »Frederick Kesner
352.Why Will You Gone with the Wind
Why will you gone with the wind?
Does it because you were attracted
by the peach street in that Tree City?
-it's like walking in the fragrant garden of sweet peach read more »Dongming Zhou
353.The City That Never Sleeps-Is The City That Sadly Weeps.
The city that never sleeps...
Is but the city that always weeps.
Be this city of explosioned terror... read more »Michael Gale
Last nights discarded takeaways
which litter city centre streets
Unwanted polystyrene trays
of vegetables and broken meats. read more »ivor .e hogg
355.Ritual Of The Degenerate
They storm solemn city,
city of succour,
citadel of black gold,
clutching smouldering machines, read more »Chidi Anthony Opara
356.The City Down There
When I drive home from work,
on the perimeter of the hill where I live,
and will forever,
I look to the right read more »Sonny Rainshine
357.I LOVE YOU I HATE YOU
As his eyes open he sees bright neon lights after passing a giant rainbow
The monoliths emerge and he again reaches the city called Sin city
So many sweet memories in so short a time read more »BEAU GOLDEN
He likes the big town atmosphere young David
The city life is better by far he say
He won't be going back to the hills of Toora
He only wish they were further away. read more »Francis Duggan
359.A Lonesome Fool
A city sidewalk of separation
Strangers crowd with the absence of heart read more »Robert Beksinski
360.Song Of A Mountain Man
I come from Land of bracken hills and green meads fringed by hedges
And I am still a mountain man and rough around the edges
And now I live in Sherbrooke Shire in the Dandenong Ranges
From Bracken hills to gum tree hills the scenery so changes. read more »Francis Duggan