Alley Poems - Poems about Alley

Her broken rules Couldn't feel the same Tastes of choices I gave no way Broke back when it ended She learned over him I defended Another's warm weather Her level, hurt Nothing to train it A societies blemish Miss prepared No loves an affair Gradually Losing Being worthed Inventions Untapped muscles Repressed records One day Forgotten Another's stain Unbothered...

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In the old graveled alley, overgrown with weeds, at footfall, locusts sprang and leaped, triggering a riot. But soon their swelling motion subsided like fried popcorn on a skillet. ...

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Hungry rats watched the dumpster fire awaiting a hot meal...

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a goliath frog ancestor of devil frog scary in alleys...

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ebony like a puma, velvet pretty she prowls and growls and moans in her sleep like a little black dress, fashionably chic and insightful there is purring now, her dreams might have shifted the toms in the alley remain in hiding, fearful she can be such a tease, and sometimes a torment her scratches are serious; she is not afraid to...

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alley cats screeching summer breezes waft the sounds ~ as if castrated ...

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I like the sound these funny shoes make slapping on the wood, I’m no league-bowler, that’s for sure, but most folks say I’m good. My buds and I meet here sometimes to bowl a couple frames, which mostly means beer and nachos, a break to keep us sane. The kids are off at the arcade, and yes, they still have one, playing games that I...

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On a sunny day, I was walking along the ivy-covered church fence. At the gates a beggar addressed me, politely asking for alms. Got no money, I replied. “Then take some of mine”, said the beggar – “a man cannot be completely without money”. I quickened my pace and entered the church hall. After the...

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I snap into the sky and see, The sparkling cityscape. I zap awake. Stumbling once again. Stumped once again. Adjusting to the alley that was once a speck of scenery. The lights aren’t sparkling. The lights are flickering again. What I thought was harmony and music- Is just scrapping and dripping and howling. This is an alley. Of the city. Until I snap into the sky again. Until...

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I first heard about Teacup Spigot Alley from my cousin Sally. She had been there many times to sip tea and dilly dally. Two pink macaws were slurping down sugar lemon tea. One gave me a peck, the other completely ignored me. Are those faeries? I asked my cousin Sally, who knows all. She laughed at my ignorance, but her...

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garbage smells hungry rats alley woes laughter though family of people homeless yes having fun unified...

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Life met me in the alley, shattered and torn, As if violated by cruel invaders’ scorn. But I gathered her broken fragments, piece by piece, And adorned her with flowers, seeking love and peace. Now she dances beside me, a vibrant display, In meadows and valleys, on mountains that sway. She has fallen in love, her heart intertwined with mine, Yet, a...

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Moon croon's gray mumbles Fevered cats flash and tumble Blessed sleep crumbles ________ NOTES: Rhyming haiku is like blending cultures. The origin of the form carries a particular religious or spiritual component which most American poems I've read seem ignorant of. Asking Google® to "hold-forth" on the subject retrieves the following: ...

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Ever been down to “Nonsense Alley”? It's an excellent place to dilly dally You'll meet a fine fellow A funny caballero He certainly is clever with his witty verb-ality...

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The accordion is my instrument of choice. This was stated by striped blue cat Joyce. My brother Adley is on the cymbals, nice and loud. Cousin Zaney plays the violin, he has a classical crowd. I asked, What kind of music do you like the best? Bluegrass, rock and roll, classical and all the rest. We are bongo playing cats...

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