City Poems

City poems that glorify city life and deal with various aspects of it through poetry. Each city has it’s own charm, the food, places, people, culture, language. These poems about city is just a reason to celebrate each of these aspects. Poems on city that often makes one so nostalgic, revisiting the childhood with thoughts and words is like an experience of time travel. It’s with these poems on cities that poet’s try to recreate their memories of time spent in their favorite places. City poetry is one of the most celebrated kinds and every small deatil about the city brings it more closer to the reader’s heart. With every poem city and its memories come back and wrap you with nostalgia.

The Lake City – Nainital

The Lake City   Nainital long poem

Welcome,welcome,welcome, Welcome to Paradise Welcome to Nainital. A heaven on earth, Sun-kissed mountains. Yachting,boating on serene lakes, The charming lakes and splendid landscapes. The most beautiful romantic place, In the Lake District of India. Nainital is the Majestic Queen of

Atlantic City, Not A Place

Atlantic City, Not A Place long poem

Atlantic City, not a place but the fragment Of a memory that lights up bright and garish In the starless night when day is done When ragged dreams arise from murky beds Beneath the waves washing up like seaweed On

City Of Stones

City Of Stones short poem

Anointment of any prefix was hurting I started shedding the names. To fill the void, dialogues were not sufficient. So many of thorns, without seeing, in flesh, reading the closed mind, to reach the inner blue. After dark bloody spills

City Lights

City Lights short poem

City lights so bright Alluring, fascinating sight Like earthly stars from afar A far away kingdom beyond par City buildings so tall Their peaks cannot be seen at all Grand cold concrete structures Stand aloof as if part of nature

City Spring Night

City Spring Night long poem

Tonight a fresh spring breeze flows into my window. Listening to all the sounds in this city. There are so many. Cars with engines roaring, racing up and down this city street. Ambulance sirens with fire trucks screeching and; hollering

Pink City

Pink City short poem

Burnt-out myths in the old city are stitching the lips of people. Pink walls smell like blood. Priest is dumb, hoisting the headless deity on throne. Marigolds are soaked in flowing tears. Innocent wheels riding against blast, stand still to

Man-A City Within a city

Man A City Within a city long poem

Like city wall that blocks off invaders, so is the skin which covers the body from head top to the sole of the foot. A wall that protects the body against known and un-known enemies, a drain pipe that discharges

The City At Our Doorstep

The City At Our Doorstep short poem

It’s those sultry days that sooth my soul, In the searing heat, empty like after birth we would bath, Fear of appearing odd, the taste of the sweet waters, Oblivious of each other’s different destiny, Our foggy minds leading the

Package From Beyond The Walls Of This City

Package From Beyond The Walls Of This City long poem

As I walked back to my house, i heard a stranger that passed me by mumbling numbly to himself about why a sidewalk will never unfold itself near the end of a routine and then become a fretwork of shadows.

The City Sleeps…

The City Sleeps… short poem

They say, “You miss someone when you lose that one”; I’ve lost some electricity this morning, and I already miss my hot shower. The washing machine just forgot her daily round, while the purifier has peed not in his earthen

Bombay City

Bombay City ode

A dowry for a princess was a city called BOMBAY with green fields, open spaces lakes and seas, tramcars that were a child’s delight horse-carts drawn by liveried men the streets were clean, wide and green with cobbled footpaths dotting

Mountain City

Mountain City long poem

Well and this Mountain that overlooks the Sea has always been my sanctuary…I love the bright lights of the harbor and the sounds of the waves at night makes me think now that we are many, many miles apart well

City

City long poem

As the tram runs on the rails, Weather bitten houses emerge telling tales, Revolutionaries’ urge for freedom, Idealism in poetry and fiction, Reminiscent of immortal singers, Dancers in their grace, Tears trickle down in claustrophobia; yearning for a home which

City

City short poem

This is the place, a city average Where he frequents. Here lies another memory lurking on A fairy of delight, lived as a lovely lass. Now it is his place of work Where destiny brought him alike A fading odour

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Myriad Moods Of A Walk in the Spring…

Myriad Moods Of A Walk in the Spring... short poem

I stare at the bride demure and dainty in her virginal veil. Lift my eyes a little to see her shed her modesty. Lusciously coquettish , an exotic eroticism as she sways to the rhythm of a wild vernal beat.

Summer Rain

Summer Rain short poem

The pitter-patter begins on a cue, To leave behind shiny drops of dew, Sparkling with their many colours and hues, The smell of fresh green grass comes alive, anew. The quick drops splash down, Ridding the city of her hot

Finally Happy!

Finally Happy! short poem

I knew no gracious men in the city of my torment. They lacked knowledge, could not see I existed. I stared ahead focusing on my thoughts, memories, All I longed to accomplish. Trampled upon by them, determined, I changed my

Spontaneous Frisco Bay

Spontaneous Frisco Bay prose poem

San Francisco Skyline Trembles and quakes with pinpricks of light, Throbbing multi-million galaxies of secret lives Ebbing and absorbing one another in the crisp California night Speeding towards the Mission in a rust bucket, Old Haggard hearse of jovial youth

Forward In The 60’s

Forward In The 60s prose poem

In the rural South, sometimes life was cruel Robbery from the poor was legal, via dirt cheap labor In all practicality, one could say that we were going backwards In the North, city life was fearful and dangerous I was

Dawn is not far

Dawn is not far short poem

Dawn is not far, I can feel the first rays of light Though not see them yet The wind is cold as it should be… Dampness of dew is all around me I can almost hear the birds chirping Dawn

Ah, Mumbai, I’m All Ears

Ah, Mumbai, Im All Ears short poem

“Appa, your kinda song” called out Aadi My kind? Listened, liked it instantly and That has set the ball rolling on a peep into Mumbai, may be many things to many a man Gun totting gangsters, trigger happy cops, Starlit

Hello Issaquena

Hello Issaquena prose poem

I had come from California for a visit with my oldest brother who had returned not long ago to live out the rest of his days in this quiet little Delta town of Clarksdale, Mississippi. After spending a night and

How Have You Been

How Have You Been short poem

I followed your trace in this city thinking about how lonely you felt without me I visited all the places in your photos everything was so familiar except the lack of you Would you appear all of a sudden in

London Town

London Town short poem

Here come the lights, what’s that I see? New blocks rising, no sympathizing, progress must be made, Here come the machines to take over from the spades, churning up the history, now to remain a mystery, that doesn’t matter, we

Role Reversal

Role Reversal elegy

Silver-green feathers of foxtails, nodding lazily through rusted wire fences, The orange-gold chalice of a single poppy in a sea of tender grass, Meandering sidewalks—charcoal-gray ribbons of asphalt, fractured by weedy cracks— Palm trees and fir trees and the spreading

Recompense

Recompense short poem

Don’t mourn my brethren in effect you must rejoice The cause of contention lies silenced forever voice Futile is moving penance it’s just a transitory phase When hated my presence then why play up of praise Worthy never deemed living

To sleep in peace is all I desire

To sleep in peace is all I desire english poems

The music doesn’t seem right anymore, the songs seem all the same, breaths that I take feel like herculean tasks. To keep my eyes open and to think, makes me wish I could be a vegetable, feels I am in

A Journey Called Life

A Journey Called Life short poem

Sitting by the riverside, As I ponder upon, The best times spent, How I wish those moments, Those endless talks, With the most amazing folks, Could be relived once again, Just as the river flows by, And the bush aside

Chasing The Clock

Chasing The Clock short poem

Sitting here waiting while the clock face chases forward my memories bewildered and twisted, with unborn thoughts… Seeing things I’ve waited for all these years just go by as tear drops now, like a paper book each page is turned,

Clouds Views

Clouds Views prose poem

The sky was sunny, the temperature was mild, and the wind was calm and mild Tornadoes are known to rarely occur here, but the winds can get rather gusty. There is no hurricane season here, but the summers can often

Paradise Lost

Paradise Lost short poem

I have a whole lot of work, but all my thoughts are converged on her……… Sprawling greens in midst of concrete jungle ruins of bygone era,ushering in nostalgia life at breakneck speed frolicking aristocrats loitering politicians a place where you

What Is To Age?

What Is To Age? short poem

Age is the only expand, Where joy-sorrow go hand in hand, Joy of moving towards the new, Sorrow of leaving behind a few Awakening of morbid senses, Those laze passive in tenses. Dying off of that innocence, That once is

Kill The Light

Kill The Light short poem

I didn’t know what to say When first I came to the City. The great white buildings, the sweeping hill Leading up to the Palace at the top As if it were built Around Olympus itself. But I was young,

Xenophobia

Xenophobia short poem

Each city is a hyperbole there is no homogeneity, it is not the sum of its parts or a royal being surround by courtiers, rather a convention, a name and usually not the name it began with a viral negotiation

Beginning Begun

Beginning Begun short poem

In a nearby flat a radio whispers, Birdsong begins its chatter in the bushes And giggling lovers tickle the dawn; Rain beats its gentle rhythms on the window, Occasional cars issue hushed rumble escapes And those still awake Wonder about

A Slow Night In Downtown Wabash

A Slow Night In Downtown Wabash short poem

An old woman slings loose the accordion from her shoulder, feels her ribs expand draws a mental connection with the sag of her breasts and, broke, starts off home unseasonably warm for February a pack of dogs have run of

Dolce Lecce

Dolce Lecce ode

Ciao Lecce, dolce Lecce Pink flowers cascade down from baroque rooftops past the watchful eyes of permanent guards Sunny streets the home of artists capturing the beauty to be carried home At the city center a pole surrounded by locks

Collective Guilt

Collective Guilt short poem

For the sake of lake, I climbed on the weeping hills to see the other side of moon. The precipice of hunger weighs heavily on shoulders. Capricious time moves inwardly, Strikes at the chest. I set free the love-birds. Conflict

Into The Rain

Into The Rain long poem

I imagine a heaving expanse no shore in sight and an ice-making wind blowing the tops off the waves. The ocean is dark as steel except for the blowing foam with just a little relent near the surface, a lighter