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Poems About: CONCRETE

In this page, poems on / about “concrete” are listed.

  • 25.
    The Concrete and the Abstract

    The concrete is visible,
    the abstract is invisible.
    The concrete is the outside,
    the abstract is the inside. read more »

    Nazmul Haque
  • 26.
    The Rose that Grew from Concrete

    Did you hear about the rose that grew
    from a crack in the concrete?
    Proving nature's law is wrong it
    learned to walk with out having feet. read more »

    Tupac Shakur
  • 27.
    The Rose That Grew From Concrete by Tupac

    Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete?
    Proving nature's law is wrong it learned to walk with out having feet read more »

    grace pelt
  • 28.
    In a Dream

    at fifty I approach myself,
    eighteen years of age,
    seated despondently on the concrete steps
    of my father's house, read more »

    David Ignatow
  • 29.
    Nature Will Reclaim

    Silent rain gently falls
    Just as the moonlight quietly calls
    Calls to the withering nature around
    Concrete replaces soft tender ground read more »

    trina johnson
  • 30.
    Dichotomy

    Sumptuous
    pink and orange satin
    sheathe round my whiteness
    in heavy-scented folds crushing me. read more »

    June Stepansky
  • 31.
    Chained by Language

    We live in concrete boxes with ceiling and walls
    Sometimes, Deco sometimes Roccoco
    With minds trapped in bony skulls
    Chained by language, stuttering thoughts of the soul read more »

    shimon weinroth
  • 32.
    Travel Macao Haiku - Saint Paul's Ruins

    Macao St Paul's Ruins
    a page of concrete
    history read more »

    john tiong chunghoo
  • 33.
    Rainbow of dreams

    Can we see rainbow in the sky in cities where concrete surrounds everywhere;

    in today life we can't see purity by which rainbow of goodness is formed and, read more »

    hemu gupta
  • 34.
    The Broken Gate

    Torn paint dressed the fence that hung the broken gate
    The broken gate witnessed the death-throe plants
    The death-throe plants kept company with nicotine dregs
    Nicotine dregs grew from hands above pitted concrete read more »

    Wicked Mike
  • 35.
    A Simple Playground

    One would hear the sound of joy
    The spin of a merry go round
    The creak of the swing
    Kids would portray life on concrete read more »

    Jett Mowle
  • 36.
    The Truth Reverse

    Nothing is universal,
    But, the truth reverse.
    What we see sometimes,
    Isn't true but farce. read more »

    Neela Nath
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