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Best Poems About / On CITY
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The Pretty, Pretty City
Now the city has a studded nose,
Because the city is so pretty, and the city knows:
The city, she almost fooled me underneath the
Chicken sky- The city is so pretty,
But the city lie:
I loved the city and all its vermilion moods and ice-creams,
With parks and busses and city airplanes
And city rides- City coffins and city dies;
And I watched the city get drunk and turn around
And raise its monuments and party down;
And I sat upon one of her benches in a speculating mood,
And wondered if the city was so pretty,
Why was she so rude: The vulgar nebulas of the citys
Eyes, the narcissisms of its displays:
There are so many well suited boys better than I out walking
In their sunny city days:
And I realized, the city didnt love me,
The city plays and paws and eats up little boys such as
Me- She said she loves her little poet boys, such as me,
But the sweet, sweet city lies,
Because the city is so pretty, studded nosed and stunning eyed,
But she uses her autumn facades to blind the autumn chicken skies-
The pretty, pretty city has me hypnotized,
But the pretty, pretty city lies.
Robert Rorabeck
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HOLY CITY
Holy City
We arrived here yesterday
Holy city
We sat foot here yesterday
Holy city
We felt in love with you already
Holy city
Is the city where our God was born
Holy city
Here we saw where God died in the cross with Pontius pilate
And risen from his death
Holy City
Today we end up in the Sea of Galilee
It is so good to breathe the fresh air from the Sea of Galilee
This sea is amazing
Holy city
This is a journey we will never forget in our lives
Holy city
Has been an interesting point in our lives
Holy city
Was a discovery of our roots
Aldo Kraas
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CITY
City
Plastic flowers
Lipstick lovers
Replica races,
Lip service glitters!
City is a concrete jungle
Where mass will not mingle!
City is so selfish
you will be like fish without water
City always runs for money
Never finds time to enjoy natures honey
City fixes price on every thing
Crux is to make profit on every thing.
City is cultural interference
Citys life is social indifference
Its pity
Village trying to imitate city
This is my final inference
Mula Veereswara Rao
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In The City
Walking along these city streets
Seeing people busy
Pacing
Each with their own itinerary
Cracked city sidewalk
Aged city structure
Smoggy city air
Going here, getting there
Never seems to be a minute to spare
As cars stream along
Arteries of streets, the blood flow of the city
The machine is breaking down
Gradually
The cracks and leaks slowly showing
Urban decay
Coupled upon
Moral collapse
The path, which I tread
Is laden with traps
Waiting to destroy me
The city is dirty
A crowded cacophony
A droning noise
Always there and never gone away
The city is our cage
We the animals
Are under its oppression.
x Angst x
Jeremy Patnou
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