#thecity - Hello Poetry

Coffee blotched wool woven seats Impassive solidarity on your *** Dank rapidness Screeching scream let loose as we transend Through bleak blackness Thoughts stream "Wisdom teeth dont make you any brighter" "But Starbucks coffee makes my stomach..." ...turn left Stale air in my every crevasse The doors to the train open Crowded shuffles between aged avacado quiescent places Those weary may rest on, float on Shallow jolted perfume As cucumber melon intoxication erupts On undetermined destinations Aspiring poets gaze Out into the open world of Twinkling city stars On curved paths On dipped forks in the road "All passengers must exit" Crowded shuffles between aged avacado quiescent places Those weary return home

0

Feb 11, 2018

Feb 11, 2018 at 11:54 AM UTC

SuperBean9

Train

Coffee blotched wool woven seats Impassive solidarity on your *** Dank rapidness Screeching scream let loose as we transend Through bleak blackness Thoughts stream "Wisdom teeth dont make you any brighter" "But Starbucks coffee makes my stomach..." ...turn left Stale air in my every crevasse The doors to the train open Crowded shuffles between aged avacado quiescent places Those weary may rest on, float on Shallow jolted perfume As cucumber melon intoxication erupts On undetermined destinations Aspiring poets gaze Out into the open world of Twinkling city stars On curved paths On dipped forks in the road "All passengers must exit" Crowded shuffles between aged avacado quiescent places Those weary return home

24

sprinting hand in hand down narrow streets running around unsuspecting bystanders and passerbyers laughs echoing off the skyscrapers, louder than all the taxi cabs and mixed up conversations of the city chasing the pink sunset that reflects in golden hues off of the concrete jungle walking hand in hand around the edges of the lakes in central park dancing on subway platforms to street performers unique melodies falling into attraction in between musty lps in dimly lit record shops hidden away in greenwich falling in love in vacant coffee shops or on apartment building rooftops the city is where nostalgia takes a form of reality and where chaos disguises itself as a form of surreal serenity

0

Dec 3, 2017

Dec 3, 2017 at 6:18 PM UTC

frankierowl

i fell in love with a place and it breaks my heart to be away

sprinting hand in hand down narrow streets running around unsuspecting bystanders and passerbyers laughs echoing off the skyscrapers, louder than all the taxi cabs and mixed up conversations of the city chasing the pink sunset that reflects in golden hues off of the concrete jungle walking hand in hand around the edges of the lakes in central park dancing on subway platforms to street performers unique melodies falling into attraction in between musty lps in dimly lit record shops hidden away in greenwich falling in love in vacant coffee shops or on apartment building rooftops the city is where nostalgia takes a form of reality and where chaos disguises itself as a form of surreal serenity

9

Is my city the city of angels or demons Thats a stupid question you heathen for a very odd reason because my my city is filled with the broken and the scheming no reason to question Why the hell is my identity is so wrapped on those concrete streets and graffiti murals that white red and blue flag with stars in a plural because through life's many hurdles this place while it changed has always been the same A bright smile crosses my face as i look at the skyline and whisper her name from the Lakefront movers and shakers to the K town killers and the south side bakers chicago is my home and that will never change

0

Nov 17, 2016

Nov 17, 2016 at 12:52 AM UTC

neroameealucard

Chicago

Is my city the city of angels or demons Thats a stupid question you heathen for a very odd reason because my my city is filled with the broken and the scheming no reason to question Why the hell is my identity is so wrapped on those concrete streets and graffiti murals that white red and blue flag with stars in a plural because through life's many hurdles this place while it changed has always been the same A bright smile crosses my face as i look at the skyline and whisper her name from the Lakefront movers and shakers to the K town killers and the south side bakers chicago is my home and that will never change

5

Couple to help me fall asleep Couple to make me less socially awkward Couple because it's something to pass the time To help unwind Loud people yelling in kingsgate Then the faint stare of nighttime noises Dog chains, house keys Then nothing City silence Ambient sounds Quarter to one Bikes are closer than the cars Smoking my last cigarette The city bows out A well oiled machine Inhale, exhale now

0

Feb 25, 2016

Feb 25, 2016 at 3:22 AM UTC

adellebee

The City

Couple to help me fall asleep Couple to make me less socially awkward Couple because it's something to pass the time To help unwind Loud people yelling in kingsgate Then the faint stare of nighttime noises Dog chains, house keys Then nothing City silence Ambient sounds Quarter to one Bikes are closer than the cars Smoking my last cigarette The city bows out A well oiled machine Inhale, exhale now

16

A fog descends on our fair city. Like crowns upon the heads of giants, the clouds come to rest atop the brows of buildings too tall. Midnight diadems glimmering in the beam of headlights, homebound. We consider our station from the sidewalk, daydreaming in the dead of night. Absent thoughts for highrise kingdoms. It passes, and all that's left is fairy glamour. And as we walk, we look up and up and up.

0

Dec 10, 2014

Dec 10, 2014 at 11:07 PM UTC

alex-higgins

for my city

A fog descends on our fair city. Like crowns upon the heads of giants, the clouds come to rest atop the brows of buildings too tall. Midnight diadems glimmering in the beam of headlights, homebound. We consider our station from the sidewalk, daydreaming in the dead of night. Absent thoughts for highrise kingdoms. It passes, and all that's left is fairy glamour. And as we walk, we look up and up and up.

17