Boulevards Poems - Poems about Boulevards

...I'll whisk you off to Paris I'll even fly the plane There'll only be one passenger And that one has your name You'll sit right beside me I'll show you how it's done High above the ocean ......Read the rest...

...Little Yellow Bus First day of school yellow bus stopping at the mailbox, Bouncing down country roads - pausing next to city sidewalks. Nothing seems to stop you not autumn rain nor sleet Mo......Read the rest...

...When the sky mimics an illusory highway, camouflaged in colors of confusion, crowded with contrasts of chaos, I stand stranded at the crossroads, draped in distorted resolut......Read the rest...

...____________________________________________________________ My constant curiosity, And my fingers told my age they would......Read the rest...

...Forget-me-nots share sighs of For-Heaven-sake's, from boulevards to avenues, the streets -- speak. City park use strengthens, as the day lengthens. Doves charming swarms of drakes, tetheri......Read the rest...

...A sofening touched a light aglow, as a remote trail took a slight bend, Saw nature pray o'er a sheet of snow, twas but a gust of wind, to and fro, I thought 'twas a hoot if I pretend.......Read the rest...

...Genteel parade cascades in white trimmed linked, though these blues, twenty-meter, inlander also impressive, broad stretched branch, distinct crown more stable. The Blue Jacaranda, has smooth bar......Read the rest...

...I went to Europe, not knowing what to expect. I saw people, places and things; My visit to Europe was like a fairytale come true. There were palaces,houses,canals, boulevards, and Grand Ce......Read the rest...

...Thought of her is gallivanting on the boulevards of my brain like a wild river in spring roused by the pouring rain. Thought of her makes me alive everytime my soul wants to surrender. ......Read the rest...

...the watery tree in between my domestically pale fingers pulls down the strings deep silence of an acoustic guitar is melting can't you resist looking at the haze could you if you ris......Read the rest...

...Down distance streets distant days obscured Visions of idle things resting in the weeds skeletal Rusted eons have fallen machines dead In their stance flies flicker and dance strange Streets......Read the rest...

... My dream vacation is to Paris, France, I want to explore the avenues and hidden streets; it is a beautiful city full of charm and history, and at an outdoor café I will have some wine. ......Read the rest...

...the boulevard is desolate as is the light that cracks bleeds runs here there everywhere! trash drafts like ghosts in the flicker of dying neon something races hed long into oblivion da......Read the rest...

...Razored shards Sharp metal gleam white covered in silvery chrome hard long mean a razor blade brilliant and keen Reflexive in thought slashing through fresh It flashes a brilliant spark, ......Read the rest...

...A lone Nile felucca threads a path through a sorrel haze. Morning tea outside the Winter Palace. A Turkish cigarette mulling my wine. The waiter is Nubian. He whistles a Cairo melody as he sweeps......Read the rest...