Cities Poems

Cities poems bring the best collection of short and long cities poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great cities rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these cities poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on cities are here for you.

Distant Lands

Distant Lands short poem

Upon the land far away is something different I dare say the look of sandy beaches and palm trees are set on top of flowing sea reeds where in that distance of the land is something different seen at hand

Poems containing references to : Cities

It Is A Question Of Answers

It Is A Question Of Answers long poem

When my God sheds a tear… …a dew drop smiles on a hibiscus petal When my God cries… …a drizzle sprinkles on a canopy of green When my God weeps…. …a cloud bursts into a heart throb and pours as

Trees don’t become birds

Trees don’t become birds long poem

An Ode to Madurai People ask me, why do my teardrops fall so heavily on the sand? Why does my laughter not roll as the laughter of children, not roll as the pebbles down the river bed? Tell them. Tell

To Die By The Sea

To Die By The Sea short poem

To die by the sea, Must be the sweetest of deaths. Just lulled by your sins, Into the sands of regrets. And soaked in your pains, Through the angers of tridents. Or washed in the darkness, Beneath the heaviest of

Lost Destination

Lost Destination short poem

Lost Destination I peep through the window: they keep running with the mobiles humming warming up their frozen spirits till the last breath in them. They run every morning on the bank of the lake to be afar from the

The Silence at Ellora

The Silence at Ellora long poem

So much we lose in a lifetime, among the cities we go in and out. So many loves lost to the wind. So many homes left in the doorways. So many friends, so many enemies, who rolled into the night,

Together

Together short poem

We started the journey together Where it would end Was anyone’s guess A thousand miles we have trodden Betwixt the ups and downs We’ve seen hills turn to mountain And mighty rivers run dry We have encountered many sorrows And

At The Crossing Of Seven Winds

At The Crossing Of Seven Winds poetry books

Nature is wild and eagles and wolves will never be lovers. But certainly Poetry can overcome every obstacle and translates our dreams, desires, passions.. in images that evoke even a new, different Universe. It fulfills the very nature of Poetry

How Do We Make Peace Sexy?

How Do We Make Peace Sexy? short poem

How can we make peace As sexy as Denzel Washington Brandishing a gun or a bomb? How can we make peace as Sexy as Tom Cruise, Will Smith, Gweneth Paltrow or Angelina Jolie? How can we make peace sexy? So

I’m Coming Home

Im Coming Home long poem

“I’m coming home” that’s what she told me last december a short twelve days to a Christmas morning where the only present I could care for was waking next to her only to sneak out of bed to prepare her

Regeneration

Regeneration prose poem

The bright red sun blisters my dreams When I wake softly like a fragile flower unfolding for water to take to grow Learn as my memories of flying high into the sky above the deep blue sea Rivers rapid flowing

When love begins to die

When love begins to die long poem

When love begins to die, I call for a gathering of clouds, ‘where are you taking all the rains we had stored in our hearts, me and my beloved?’ and the clouds say to me, ‘oh! you just waste them

Mother Nature

Mother Nature long poem

I wake up in the morning and your face is the first thing I see, I take a deep breath and I laugh out, ha!ha!, remembering the outdoors and the sea, Oh dear ma!ma! You are so dear to me

Globalization

Globalization prose poem

Mankind began as a troop animal. Living amongst its own kind. Stepping out of the trees onto the Savanna. Mankind became a wander, small family bands bound by blood. Millenia past, mankind developed farming and the wanderer settled down. Small

A Supermarket In Seattle

A Supermarket In Seattle prose poem

the crows stopped contending in the parking lot there was a hint of salt and seaweed five miles inland a shopping cart creaked over uneven asphalt rolling unchaperoned until it sideswiped the curb, tilted, slid into the gutter with a

The Case Of Man

The Case Of Man prose poem

Well, at entrances of all cities, there sits a monster as huge as a puzzle. He asks; travelers still give the wrong answers before being devoured. There comes a man with two legs, two hands, two eyes, two ears, a

Components of a House

Components of a House long poem

Not necessarily a palatial edifice- it may not be a fifty or a hundred room structure, it may not come in a multiple layers of concrete steel columns or colonnades. It may not be architecturally beautiful like those in sub-urban

A Small Flood

A Small Flood prose poem

Today, streets shamelessly bathe, after they were piled by east winds, which were imported from West, North and South, since that news bulletin to which nobody gives mind. At the hall there is a red coat, a pink boot filled

Flowers

Flowers prose poem

(1) A flower is a colorful scrabbling over a garden’s cheeks and a flying kiss into air. (2) A flower is a state of confusion, whenever a stigma erects up into a silky bed. (3) A flower is martyrdom on

Kochi (december 2013)

Kochi (december 2013) short poem

I ran away from you to strange cities. But at every corner, I ran into you. The fresh sea water carried whiffs of you. The little boys on bicycles spoke in your voice. The surf tickled my toes with your

God The Banana

God The Banana long poem

Picture a diamond spinning against the dark, flinging back the brilliance of a sun. Move a little closer – you’ll be stunned how lakes and oceans flash, how ice-caps spark. Zoom in lower still and see the forests, so vibrant,

Cigarettes

Cigarettes prose poem

(1) A cigarette is a green tale inside a white coffin; Her shoe is a hat, its end a line of smoke. (2) A cigarette is milk falling from breasts; Mouths are swings hanged on Oedipus complex. (3) A cigar

Identity

Identity long poem

What is your history? And what is your identity? Are you related to your identity because of your history? And what is identity when it changes every century? Nations and invaders enter into each others’ lands Some foreign leader make

Regrets

Regrets short poem

How to come to terms with events bygone? How to come to terms with things left undone? How can I cope with all those regrets? All those unfinished tasks, all those words left unsaid! All those dreams, abandoned midway. When

Seasons In New England.

Seasons In New England. prose poem

From the lakes in New Hampshire to the sand dunes of Cape Cod. From the mountains of Vermont to the seaports of Rhode Island. From the rocky seacoast of Maine to the Gold Coast of Connecticut. Winters of snow and

Remember When He Was I

Remember When He Was I short poem

When he was I, And I was he. We laid crying in the desert sands. Holding hands. Our friends burning nearby. The cities burning in the sky. Laughing, he squeezed my hand. Crying, he squeezed the trigger. Oh, how we

Woman

Woman short poem

allow me this privilege of seeing you in , the unlit room in a chilly night, alone and guiltless, as night unmask your face, assumed Venus in the cowl shawl, splendor on the door it would admit, the dream of

Lessons For The Evening

Lessons For The Evening long poem

Good evening, class. Tonight we will discuss the urban environment of American cities, the neighborhoods, hoods & enclaves Of a collection of people, some who step carefully over glass- covered sidewalks & play in Needle-filled parks, who avoid the homeless

A Call To Prayer

A Call To Prayer prose poem

‏Here I am; a thread of silk. Like a fire bird, I erect up from cities besieged by noise, I stand up from clouds tainted by petroleum and money, from a sky floored by thundering jets and earthy curses, crossing

World In The Brink

World In The Brink short poem

It was just News flash, nothing to be scared about. They were just News flash from a distant land; from far away land where the inhabitants were, well, that is if they were assumed as people; were thought to feel

Oblivion

Oblivion poetry books

Book Profile: Oblivion Written over several years, oblivion traces the journey of author’s first love, as it moves from longing to being to loneliness. Each poem is complete in itself, capturing a singular aspect of love, a petal in its

Vanity of life

Vanity of life short poem

The beautiful things of today tomorrow become out-dated. A porsche building in the sixties is now numbered with the shanties. The most recent and unspotted models of choice vehicles may soon be phased out from our cities. Fashions and styles

Speeding Up.

Speeding Up. prose poem

Earth is becoming something different, something more. For millions of years proto-humans strode its bounties until Homo sapiens arrived. Once here, humans took millennia incrementally building improving its lot in life. Step by step, developing new ways of improving, one

Buried Effort

Buried Effort short poem

A face unbeknownst – belying recognition, To create mighty buildings is his mission. With caring hands does he mix, The cement and mud that he spreads over the bricks. Over his head he carries, The stones brought from the quarries.

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I Tried

I Tried short poem

I didn’t always love you as I do now. I didn’t always listen to you. I didn’t always follow your commands. I went so far as to tell you, “Leave me alone.” I broke promises to you and didn’t always

Did You Miss Me ?

Did You Miss Me ? long poem

I slept wondering if he would miss me Was it easy for him to leave me? I saw him going happily Surprisingly He came back and asked me If I would like to come along with him My eyes startled

Surrender My Life To God

Surrender My Life To God short poem

Every day when I wake up And I see the SUN, Walking down the street, I see kids having fun. I admire GOD’S perfect creations Like the BEAUTIFUL flowers that grow, Trees that grow very high,. And even the EVER

Stones In Crypt

Stones In Crypt short poem

It was midnight moon cruising in the bedroom. I step aside in the depressed window, watch the overwhelming spillover. I listen, then do not listen to alien voices of bipolar beings, speaking Aryan, artfully in cryptic signs crunching the bones.

Be An Example (leadership Has Died)

Be An Example (leadership Has Died) elegy

It would be great for adults to refocus, and think about the things they do and say. There is a saying “How would you feel if someone did that or said that to you.” Are adults in this time and

Lacerations

Lacerations short poem

Were you a price victim of an unknown? You step out in darkness after a family fued to walk barefoot on bonsai of miffed arguments. You do not know the barbs, the hidden hate of centuries, and yet you must