by Crystal Hill |
Categories:
urban, me, love, me,
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 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
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
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,
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,
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
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,
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,
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
u s a birthday
all kids love shooting candles
awesome display
by Matthew Anish |
Categories:
urban, city,
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
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,
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
____________________
September 22, 2015
ABC
_____________________
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 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,
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 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,
Live for your spirit
Bold your passion in relieved
Love the life you live
by Misheel Chuluun |
Categories:
love, urban
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
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
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
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,
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,
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
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,
"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.