Gotham Poems - Poems about Gotham

the Gotham man He is so wealthy, perhaps the richest man In the world, he enjoyed his lucre and sired A dozen of male and female children He has reached middle age, and his youth has Gone the body, no longer as elastic as before He has realized, as many men before him that Life has a...

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I used to stunt like a Stunt man only to lose limbs and then l realized this was not Stunt city. So l ran off to Gotham city with exception of Bruce Wayne only to live by the illusion of Joker. I wonder why the stories of many men end up as of one man? This game...

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Let’s have a party and invite our nemesis, Robin suggested one day. Let’s have it on Halloween and invite all of them Batman said in a nice way. So they decided to open the Wayne Mansion to every diabolic creature and pal. Invitations were distributed to every enemy of the city, and each enemy’s gal. The refreshments were Alfred-designed...

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Attended a poetry reading on a cold day in Gotham A pianist played Chopin Scarlatti and Debussy Heard a lecture about Anti - Facist poets of the 1940's Along with other poets and a humorous piece about Trump I got...

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The news brings tales of murder and mayhem Yet city dwellers persist in living their lives here to the fullest They go to restaurants, plays, movies, museums and concerts as well as poetry readings Gotham has its delights There are dangers in this city But wise inhabitants avoid them And continue "living it up " in the "Big Apple" Today the...

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Why... Why did I even live here? Why am I in this place that have darkness? A place where only cruel can takeover Cruel people kill for a living in the streets They rape , because they thought its a joke to them Gangsters rule the government No even the men in blue were able to stop this chaos What kind of city...

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GOTHAM The brothels are terrible in Gotham City and do little excuses no one is safe from a bite there in the shadows where the bodies are dried from morning until evening, and where three channels in black and white and a touch of reality is structured -Gotham- There are four patriarchal figures making waves and gigantic shadows behind them dormant in the darkness and...

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Just one little brave boy and an entire city Gave this heart so much joy in seeing such glee For Bat Kid has arrived to fight for all the children A true fighter who survived and a hero among men For they came from near and they came from far But one thing was clear it was a glimpse of...

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