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Poem Details | by Gershon Wolf |
Categories: city, humor, relationship,

Everything is for the Good

   ‘Tis a pity I live in the city
     and you in a faraway wood

   And yet, everything is for the good 
     ~ You’ve never found me witty

Poem Details | by Jan Allison |
Categories: city, humorous,

Bored In Manhattan Not For Contest

I was bored in Manhattan that day So decided to pay for a lay He was handsome and young And was VERY well hung I walked like John Wayne all of the day Thanks to James Fraser's Bored In Manhattan poem for the inspiration! Just make me laugh contest Sponsored by Christine Lehman 27th December 2015

Poem Details | by Jimmi Canada |
Categories: baptism, beauty, city, eve, first love, funny, gender, god, history, independence day, mystery, mythology, night, obituary, raven, sea, silly, summer, sweet, teacher, world, yellow,

Roll On

Lauren Hill slow songs thrill,

they pop like a fast moving pill,

I am flopped on top of a junk food bill,

and running with a skunk who tells me to take in my fill-

like leading um' on into my dream,
I create a festering lean,

I rank every thought in order of how I like it,

and prep for a long time that's gonna break all the cycles.

Striding with my shrine,

as I shock a spine,

revitalize and prime-

as I preen and primp and chimp-

as I act like a pimp,

I black out and gimp,

skimp out on my dying moment because death is no shrimp!

Poem Details | by Warner Baxter |
Categories: city, funny, girl, hilarious, paris, silly, travel,

A Girl From France


Poem Details | by Jacob Reinhardt |
Categories: analogy, art, change, city, class, community, culture, humor, humorous, identity, imagination, life, longing, philosophy, satire, self, senses, silly, slavery, social, society, time, today, truth, wisdom,


You sculpt the clay of my life
With your rigid hands,
Shouting your high commands through morning alarms. 
Accusations fly
As you collect your daily payment of attention.

When I find myself savoring life’s sweetness,
You sprint behind my back.
And when pain drops my heart from my chest,
You linger, rubbernecking from the wall.

You enclose the whole of my life
In that circular frame,
Ever spinning in your infinite math,
Drunk with power!

I can take no more of your tyranny!
I can afford no more of your triple A battery lunches-
I am afraid you’ve run out of time.
So keep your hands out of my business, I’m sleeping in today.

Jacob Reinhardt							09/05/2013

Poem Details | by Warner Baxter |
Categories: city, funny, humorous, nonsense, silly, travel,

A Man From Rome

There once was a man from Rome who's head was shinny like chrome gave the world spiritual hope was given the title of Pope now he wears a hat like that of a gnome

Poem Details | by Warner Baxter |
Categories: city, crazy, funny, hilarious, silly, travel, vacation,

European Vacation

There once was a man from Rome who's head was shinny like chrome gave the world spiritual hope was given the title of Pope now he wears a hat like that of a gnome ~*~ There once was a girl that lived in Brussels who married a man, now they're the Russell's she was kind of a geek he was more than weak she with no brains him without muscles ~*~ There once was a girl from France who danced on stage with no pants she showed off her tush but never her bush she left the crowd in a trance ~*~

Poem Details | by Richard Breese |
Categories: crazy, funny, giggle, humor, humorous, sea,

city swimmer

city swimmer yesterday

screamed a fish was in the way

lifeguards who had heard the shout

quickly tried to pull her out

and my goldfish from the bay.

Poem Details | by Randy Steele |
Categories: city, funny, work,

Shaky Heights

A foreman for the city does reap
Lots of overtime and a city heap
The streets covered with snow
My heap’s heater says “no”
I just long for that thing they call sleep 

Randy Steele
Horrible Boss (and more) contest

Poem Details | by Polly Poet |
Categories: city, funny, travel, world,

There Once Was a City Called Havana

Havana's a great place to come,
The jazz gives you something to hum,
Drive an old vintage car,
Or smoke a cigar,
But don't get too drunk on the rum!

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Poem Details | by Richard Breese |
Categories: city, funny, humor, humorous, places, sky, smile,

Aspiring Parrot

once a parrot named kevin

wanted to go to heaven

so he flew and flew

but when out of view

was forced to land in akron.

Poem Details | by Darius Garcia |
Categories: humorous, romantic,

This Girl From Mexico City

i met a sweet girl from mexico city
if she don't like me, oh well what a pitty
i'll just roll my face on the grass
oh boy did i fell for her ***
man, why can't i write something witty?

Poem Details | by Corinne Curcio |
Categories: funny, nature

City Sounds

Gritty city sounds
Nature’s sweet music abounds
So come on guys- lend an ear

Plump pigeons cooing
Fire escape a-wooing 
The notes of amour ring clear

What’s that? A “Squeak! Squeak!”
Poor mouse has begun to speak
Stuck to one of my glue traps

Surly gulls squawking
Their raucous way of talking
While dining on pizza scraps

Screeching love defines
Some caterwauling felines
With clamorous, catty glee

Such melodies soar
Though some of you may abhor
My tenement symphony

For The Sounds of Nature contest

Poem Details | by Jimmi Canada |
Categories: angst, anniversary, city, fish, giggle, sad love, tribute,


Booze doggy,

Snooze sloggy groove,

Cruz... cruz-

so true,
exactly what I do.

Ignite it!

Write the flame,

understand litany's shame,

do one do others,

because of my brothers,

who said who'd who?

Calculated the hairy groove...

I seemed to choose,

I seemed to have become new-
but this towns very coldness shows me shoes.

I'm going home now, 
to vote for more proof, 
an even-ness or eventual eagerness.

Poem Details | by Ayesha Karim |
Categories: butterfly, city, desire, fantasy, farewell, for him, funny,

The Stranger

The Stranger

I sit beside a handsome guy.
I imagine his breath on my neck.
He is tall.
His brown eyes are nice and,
O he has such gorgeous brown skin,
dark hair and a deep tan.
I want to kiss him on the lips.
I gesture towards him.
He moves a few inches and gets up.
Then leaves….
I realize I don’t know his name.

Poem Details | by Alan Draeger |
Categories: funny, humor, nonsense, silly,

Limerick City 1

A music conductor in Manhattan
Had always kept his hat on.
One day he forgot
And believe it or not
He also sat on his baton

Poem Details | by Arthur Vaso |
Categories: city, crazy, discrimination, giggle, paris, social, women,

Wee Paris

In Paris

now you can pee
or wee
all while you sight-see
ah Paris
environmentally pee free
feminists  however
must store their pee
only in private
can they set their wee free

Poem Details | by Sara Kendrick |
Categories: funny,

The City Mouse

The city mouse hitched a bumpy ride In a demolition dumpster To the spacious country side When he landed on the Ground, he ran so fast Without a sound~ Quiet mouse Loved the Ride

Poem Details | by Donald Reith |
Categories: funny, political, satire, social,

Shining City On a Hill

Republicans keep talking about a Shining City on a Hill, 

Problem is to get in you need a Million Dollar bill, 

They kicked out all the Middle Class and Poor people from the area, and relocated them to a Landfill, 

While everybody,s starving, they up there cooking filet-mignon on the grill, 

wondering what all the fuss is about a little old BP oil spill, 

Excuse me for not enjoying the sight of their Metropolis glowing in the Night!,

 I,m locked out the gate, 

Struggling to survive daily, seems my fate, 

and to top it all off, They do not care of my plight 

and it,s my taxes

 that,s paying for all that Goddamned Light!!!!

Poem Details | by Anna Hopper |
Categories: city, culture, desire, environment, funny,

City Girl At Heart

Anointed country with a city crush
Tall buildings make me blush
Up to my ears in Georgia peaches
Urban desire boldly breaches

A chiseled orifice that I wear
The country folk tend to stare
Wheat straw, in between their teeth
Around their neck, a red wreath

Bare feet on thick red clay
Rooster cries at the sight of day
Birds chirp a George Strait song
I rap with Sisqo about a thong

No one seems to comprehend
The time in daydream that I spend 
Wishing I could click my heels
And awake in a high rise, the city's gills

Despite my efforts, I reside south
Just beneath Atlanta's mouth
Lips of lights, beauty glows
Air tight, forever closed

Poem Details | by Judy Bonin |
Categories: addiction, adventure, girl, humorous,

Bright Lights, Big City

I wawnt ta tel yu sthomthin bowt mee
I has a lithsp an sthomtime I git teesthed
 kant sthpel vary goood, thisth ith my phlaw
 Sthcool isth fer dumys sesth mye paw
 I dosth da lawndrey an da chors
 Paw sthays dats justh wat ime phor
 Butt I ghot biger planths dan dat
 I no paw isth a lyin rat
I sthaved mee dayng neer tin buksths
Awff ta vegasths, wisth mee luk!

Poem Details | by Andrew Carnegie |
Categories: business, city, community, humor, humorous, journey, travel,

Weekend Commuting

Weekend Commute

I dissolved into grey crowds
Flooding Londons underground,
Loosing my identity in the flow,
Swimming with currents,
Counter cultural, guttural,
Warmed by the sight,
Of many travellers,
Taking their luggage,
For constitutional walks.

@Andrew Carnegie, Post Paddington, 7th Jan 2017

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Poem Details | by Emile Pinet |
Categories: 10th grade, 11th grade, 9th grade, bird, city, humorous, imagery,



Pompous city dwellers,
pretentious rock doves now
parade around like some 
popinjay or fancy
peacock, and yet, they're not
persnickety eaters, 
pooping on everything.



Pleiades P Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kim Merryman

Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: funny, day, friend, , cute,

A Hayseed In the City

A hayseed from the country, he had come
with money in his pocket just to know
the city life; he heard the steady hum
of people everywhere and traffic’s flow.

The day had been quite hot, as they can be
on dog days of the summers in New York.
His friend had said, “Find neon lights!” so he
walked until night time, feeling like a dork.

Where lights flashed, females dressed so scantily.
The young man was approached by one cute girl
who whispered, “For a good time, come with me.”
His eyes popped out; his mind was in a whirl!

The hot day soon became a hotter night.
Good gosh! he thought. . .  my friend sure told me right!

For Deb's Contest: "Hot Time, Summer in the City"

Poem Details | by Larry Belt |
Categories: funny, city, muse,

The Great Muse Ruse

Deep within the city of muse
A rebellion is taking place
The pain and loss is evident
On every poet's face

A trial of sorts has just begun
To find the muse of guilt
The city itself has been torn down
The city the muse has built

The words themselves are walking around
Void of inspiration
Thinking it has to be a big mistake
There's gotta be an explanation

The muse has banned together
Demanding to know the truth
A muse is charged with plagiarism
But the courts can't find the proof

Well I just made this story up
In case your still in shock
I just needed a way to explain
Away my writer's block