Love Poems About Urban or Urban Love Poems
by Crystal Hill |
Categories: urban, me, love, me,

My Strong Black Man

Brown eyes so deep with anger and pain yet, so hypnotising and sweet they 
tempt my soul.

Lips so soft and warm, such harsh words for such gentle lips. Kiss me so I can 
feel your pain.

An embrace so safe and secure that could crush you and destroy that which is 
oh so pure- hold me closley.

I feel your heart,
I hear your breath,
I know there is love inside.

A sculptured body, skin of a king, I see you in my dreams-I feel you when you are 
away.

If only you loved me with a heart that's pure.
If only you'd let me in so I could love you,
forever and ever,
my strong black man...

by Harry Horsman |
Categories: war,

The Urban Battlefield

(The final utterance and testament
of a fallen comrade. Belfast 1979)

He
never knew
till he laid there naked.
(A withering heap of travesty.)
How blue the sky
how green the grass,
each tiny blade reminiscent
of a gentle touch from a bygone age.
Each wound on fire,
yet a confound complement
to a burning passion
of a love he was about
to leave behind.
He 
saw formidable clouds
begin to threaten
the moment,
yet gently
refreshing droplets
tantalize the mood,
blend with a body
and it’s blood, before
washing a mind
free of it’s pain
forever!

  © Harry J Horsman 1994

by Anonomus Scorpio |
Categories: beautiful, for her, romantic, romantic love, urban, woman

Showing me the universe

Arm-in-arm unspoken is the message received; neither of us is looking to disperse; Standing parallel, hands held laced, with a kiss to yours averse I'll look for days at a loss for simple ways to remember each smile you intersperse; Though our dinner is done, can we still be spoons who can also converse? I hold your head, and we watch the sky fade to honey-red; day, please reverse! Be damned the stars playing out the scene of all nights past rehearse As city lights come on all around us, I'm lifted from a lifetime's blinding curse On this terrace, while they sparkle in your eyes, you're showing me the universe


by Priya Yanambaka |
Categories: beauty, deep, desire, longing, love, passion

The Topography of Your Body

Like solving the mystery of a stranger,
The topography of your body unwinds,
Letting me outline your smooth hands,
Reflecting an endless journey of  lies,
Carried by the curve of your shoulders,
That stops me to plunge deep inside,
Your heart beats resting, 
Breathing and believing,
In my passion, so tender,
Filled with devotion  and surrender,
Will calm down the ocean in your eyes,
Changing the game like an urban spy,
You  tiptoe with smooth innocence,
Unlocking doors to my every defense,
And lead me to the   planet of sensuality,
With the topography of your body.

by Matthew Anish |
Categories: joy, sun, urban,

Fine Day In the City

Sun beaming down its loving rays
on Gotham
New York City - in particular the Lower East Side 
is "where it's at"
This fine venue 
allopws me to "express myself"
Joy 
Peace 
Happiness
Love are combining to 
"light up" the residents of NYC
Read and write verse!
Use your imagination!
I will now sip green tea
take joy in the heart of the metropolis 
I invite all 9 million or so residents 
To enjoy this sunlit morning with me

by Sheer Terror |
Categories: emotions, life, love, symbolism, urban,

The Key

a warning shot triggers the clock heads tick to every second enters the flip of a magnet a distinction to please entropy finds a seat takes the rein broken strings gathered neat provokes an impulse the overture tumbles pushes a soft warm breeze leans in with an ease steals the air I breathe holds the key Terry D'Arcy-Ryan

by Marilyn Hernandez |
Categories: brother, family, lost love, satire, sister, urban

Wasting Water

Sniff, sniff; smell that?
The bridges are burning,
There goes the kinship, 
You’ll never be earning,

‘Cause blood is thicker,
Or so you claim,
You carved in the truth,
The name of your game,

You tattooed your duplicity,
And pretended not to know,
Insulting our intelligence,
With the seeds you sow.

To use us in your time of need,
When all your blood ran out,
But you’ve wasted all your water,
And now you’ll live with drought.

Conveniently, when your fire’s doused,
You’ve got your blood transfusion,
Your loyalties have been restored,
Our familial bonds? An illusion.

But we were already prepared,
‘Cause water is much quicker,
It was only a matter of time, 
And we were watching the ticker.

by Matthew Anish |
Categories: heart, love, urban,

Heart of the City

In a thousand city 
rooms 
    lovers caress each 
other 
   On the streets 
auto lights are reflected 
in pools of rainwater 
Trucks hurtle by 
   carrying needed goods 
to businesses 
Policeman gaze 
  at the city scene 
with wary eyes 
   As the rainfall ends 
pedestrians close their 
   umbrellas 
A young woman walks down 
   a crowded avenue 
turning heads with her pretty 
   face and fine figure 
Skyscrapers rise up 
   and challenge the sky 
City of a million dreams! 
Don't forsake your inhabitants!
Let them live between your towers, 
    find peace in city streets 
and even taste urban love in the 
   heart of the metropolis!

by Ceasia White |
Categories: black african american, funny, girlfriend-boyfriend, introspection, song-urban,

The Black Mistress

Black Mistress
That's what I'm suppose to be
Oh, no not me
I'm not coming second to another woman
No woman is coming before me
Black Mistress
That's what I'm suppose to be
Come get your clothes if you can't spend the holidays with me
You live with her not me
Black Mistress
You want to buy my love when you want please
Oh, no not me
I have my own and I'm not selling my goods to no one but I'm still not cheap

by Andrew Crisci |
Categories: anniversary, urban

Usa Birthday

u s a birthday
all kids love shooting candles
awesome display

by Matthew Anish |
Categories: urban, city,

City Lights At Night

City lights at 
night 
illuminating the metropolis
A thousand, thousand 
city dwellers 
    Greet the evening 
with electricity 
   Overhead clouds 
form lovely patterns
Autos whizz by 
While the young walk city streets
         In search of excitement 
         and love 
     The night has a long way to go 
A frail man gazes 
from his window 
   He sees the city 
lights 
He dreams in his small room
     Eyes - hundreds of eyes 
Tire and begin to close
  The city holds answers 
if you search
    hard enough 
They can be found 
    The asphalt homeland 
awaits morning 
     As throngs leave the city
leaving behind ashes and pity

by William Hernandez |
Categories: addiction, growing up, poverty, society, urban, violence

My Block

Sirens and metro buses
Detectives and narcs
Hustlers and thieves.
 
Friends and foes
Currency and narcotics
Bums and dope fiends.
 
Soft or hard
Packaged or dumped
White or green.
 
Love and disdain
Loyalty and trust
Hope and shattered dreams
This is my block.

by Constance La France |
Categories: desire, love, lust, sensual,

Erotic Love Overflowing


       aching     blazing     
ceaseless desire-
erotic    fathomless    greedy     heavenly 
incomparable     jubilant keening love  
     magically nurturing
          overflowing      penetrating
quivering ~
      rapturous 
           sublime throbbing unparalleled-
velvety           wanton
      xade yearning           zig-a-zag-ah



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September 22, 2015


ABC


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Note:

xade is a French adjective for ultimate perfection, as in a beautiful man
zig-a-zag-ah is from the Urban Dictionary meaning to enjoy oneself

by Christa Brown |
Categories: urban

Gary, Indiana

Gary, Indiana is the town where I grew up
Aftermath of gang battles designed our streets
Rage, rap, and rivalry were the three R’s that we learned at school
Yet, this was my hometown, the town where I grew up

In the town where I grew up
Non-violence was considered a thing of the past
Drug dealers and female callers assembled at each corner as men back when 
gathered to march
In the town where I grew up
Adolescents were just first round picks for growing gangs
Neighborly love and peace was out of the question
Accidents and incidents were a regular occurrence in this town yet nevertheless this 
was my town, the town where I grew up

by Matthew Anish |
Categories: morning, urban, visionary,

Visions of a New Day

Morning 
         brings
                 light 
to the beleaguered citizens 
   of 
     the 
        metropolis
   Sun shining bright 
  is reflected 
in the songs
         that 
  businessmen, workers, and students 
sing 
    on this new day 
Old problems fade in the glory of 
    this day 
  Peace - like a mighty river 
      touches all of 
         the urban masses 
Love or its' equivalent 
    dances before us 
We feel hope running in our blood 
and a new day coming 
   Visions of a better world 
delight the senses 
     allow us to feel 
our way 
   to a new, much better 
reality!

by Ilene Bauer |
Categories: nature, urban, river,

A Sliver of River

A sliver of river appears in my view;
The window has served up the slice.
Of course, thought I’d love the whole vista, to me
A sliver is almost as nice.

It gives me a glance of the watery ways
That surround us as we stroll the city.
Our island existence we often forget
As we deal with the gruff and the gritty.

Yet just a short distance away are the waves
Which are churned by each ferry and barge;
And at times, Nature’s wrath rises over the banks
Which reminds us just who is in charge.

The river is calm now, the part I can see;
A tugboat chugs by, trailing foam.
I stare out the window and smile at the thought
That this sliver’s delivered this poem.

by Yanny Widjanarko |
Categories: life, passion, urban,

Passion In Words

Live for your spirit
Bold your passion in relieved
Love the life you live

by Misheel Chuluun |
Categories: love, urban

To Gabriel

I gloss over my moods
With a sparkly L’oreal
And lock eyes briefly
With no one in particular

Strangers seem plenty
I’m wary of the city 
Its perversities I distrust
Even its curiosities I spurn--

But even the homeless have homes; well they must
Maybe a pedestal in someone’s heart; Thus 
Give them claims to life and trust; But
They leave me energy for one thing, just!

by Madhu Mita |
Categories: friendship, funny, love, people, romance, urban

Between Friends

They were in love and they hated each other. They couldn’t stand to be in the same room together. Falling in love was a new experience. It changed the way they looked at the world and the way they looked at themselves. It brought with it the intense agony and ecstasy; the hedonism that are part of being in love. They didn’t want to fall in love but they couldn’t help themselves. It was something out of their control. They had once been best friends but now, because of the woman they loved, they hated each other.

by Ceasia White |
Categories: friendship, growing up, introspection, people, uplifting, urban

My Frienemy

You claimed to be a friend to me but it seems you are a frienemy
A frienemy is a friend slash enemy
In others words you envy me
I hate it I see it but I love it a lot
The hate motivates me to go straight to the top
If I should fall or if I should drop
Your purpose is served due to the fact you love me and hate me a lot
My friend slash enemy

by Frances King |
Categories: animals, children, funny

Cosmo Politan

The Urban Fox has come to town … 
Back gardens now he roams.

Away from fools in scarlet coats,
He’s feeling right at home!






(Here in England, fox-hunters wear red - or "pink!" coats and chase the fox on horses, with a 
pack of hounds. Hunting with hounds is now illegal, but most of the foxes have moved away 
from the country into the towns. They love McDonald's ...)

Cosmopolitan is a man about Town.

by Ilene Bauer |
Categories: food, urban,

At the Farmers' Market

Flowers, waiting to be sold,
Beckon, brilliant, bright and bold.
Such a colorful array,
Nature’s palette on display.

Veggies also strut their stuff;
One can never buy enough.
Fruits compete to draw the eye;
Hard to pass that freshness by.

Peasant bread and tangy cheese;
Scones and muffins, sure to please.
Home-made pretzels, farm-grown meat;
Supermarkets can’t compete.

Urban spaces seem to thrive
Whenever farmers’ trucks arrive.
We city folk appreciate
The bounty that their farms create.

It must take so much time to prep
And oh, the crates they have to schlep!
We love the peonies and phlox;
The Farmers’ Market really rocks!

by Matthew Anish |
Categories: image,

Joyous Urban Scene

We waked slowly through the great city
love 
it

This is really a 9 - 1 -1 poem

by Teddy Kimathi |
Categories: art, imagery, life, racism, society, urban

Love Is On the Edge

I live in a town bursting with all kinds of people;
humans who break shops and groceries in broad daylight;
attempt to put explosives inside a school bus;
hate Zionism to the deepest Swastika core;
people who see life revolving only around them.

I live in a town which feels as though you are sleeping on a yogi’s
bed, filled with pointed nails;
love is becoming thinner each day, though I am still carrying a spark
of compassion to the townsmen stuck on a roller-coaster 
heading to the abyss of dark reality; co-existence is a very hard vocabulary

Love is on the edge……

by Jim David |
Categories: urban, me,

Impression: a Scene From An Empty Urban Apartment.....(A Psychic's Rendering)

"Man, I love that Dire Straits song "Brothers In Arms" ", he said in the kitchen
"That Hammond organ just takes me drifting..."
Through wormholes and lunar craters in a UFO.
Friends, nuclear waste, pain, insomnia, vacuum salesmen, all disappear in a single tone.
"Rosie!!!...bring me a Listerine soaked tissue for my cold sore...Ahh! That's the medicine!"
She struts by in a pair of Spandex boxer shorts, like a groupie at a gig.
So far from the Sci-fi convention where they first met
Not the old "wine and dine" for them, no sir!
He set the trap and baited her with Tid-Bits of his inner self, painfully bare.

From humble beginnings, a love, long and true, exists in quiet majesty.