Neighborhood Poems - Poems about Neighborhood

I like walking to the store. Every day I buy a bit Of what I need, for home supplies. Or maybe I just look around. I like walking back to home. On the way I might observe If my neighbors are around, Or maybe left their TV on. Sometimes kids play out-of-doors On the lawn, where their energy Is safely ignored by all Except by each...

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Sal, the neighborhood guy by Edmund Siejka “Hey Sal how you doing? Holding down the same corner, right?” “Yeah. Why is that bothering you?” “It’s time Sal. Settle down, find a nice girl, get married and move from this neighborhood.” “Why? And be like you. Miserable and always sneaking back to the block?” “I like to visit.” “Yeah, you like to...

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#The_gun_shots_in_my_neighborhood My heart bleeds, as my mind wonders, I wonder if it be not a mother's child at the receiving end, wondering if while I'm busy wondering there be a life that's being lost in the very moment, I wanna go and see, help maybe but what if I become a casualty, my conscience strangles me...

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My “popcorn town”, Oak Bluffs on Martha’s Vineyard, always will be home to me ‘though I now live far away. We were young when we bought the old Victorian with the wide wrap-around porch. It needed a lot of work but we fell in love with it. Most neighbors were elderly but very welcoming, though our children were noisy and we sat on our porch and could be...

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My future once seemed clouded in my innocent past, A child so small and helpless, learning words so fast. Mama's arms embraced me, soothing every cry, And when sleep called, a gentle bed was always nigh. Years have passed—now I hear them say my face is bright, With strength and wisdom granted, shaping mind and might. Haters fear my presence, knowing...

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summery pausing hammock dreams a neighborhood peace...

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I am going to scream That there is too much injustice In our streets. The Police, These days, are not there for Justice, For all citizens in our cities. I am going to scream That there is too much mayhem on the screen, Too much unbearable pain for the spleen, And too much chaos and violence in my dreams. I can hear the screams, Coming from...

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Sixty years have passed. No one knew how to spell its name. No one knew when it first opened. It was forever, like the infernal summer heat. It stands indelible at the end of my street, at the end of my episodic hippocampus. Everyone congregated at this cozy corner store, this neighborhood fount for stories, jokes, convenient food and cheap toys. There...

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How many Gazan women have Israelis raped How many Gazan hostages is Israel holding How many Gazan babies has Israel burned alive How many Gazan parents has Israel killed right in front of their childrens' eyes The answer is None, of course There is one...

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Accepting my costumed friends dare, I cautiously pushed through the weeds to the unlit dilapidate porch. Before I could knock, the door creaked open. "Come on in. We've been wait- ...

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I look out the window at the tree in the back yard next door just behind a small yellow house. Its crown is still green, but I know leaves will fall. A dump truck with a flashing yellow strobe crawls along the side street as a city worker looks for cracks in the asphalt. And the neighbor’s pickup has been gone since last week. He...

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Crazy rabbits chomping on my lettuce Deer eating the flowers right down to their nubs Woodpeckers drilling right through the siding Armadillos rooting in search of grubs Squirrels trying to climb down the chimney Possums and racoon dumping out the trash Coyotes yip yapping all through the evening Groundhogs under the shed hoarding their stash Most times the back yard smells just like...

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The neighborhood At last, I found the bairro of my dreams so quiet, for once I could hear the swallow sing A grocery, a cafe and a pharmacy, what more does an old man need. Tall trees protected by the North Westerly, here autumnal leaves fall in peace. Alas, I shall not live here, but go there on my bike when...

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The Neighborhood all trees eyes please The Neighbors help out act out The Birds they’re free to flee The House barn red homestead The Driveway steep high blue sky The Squirrels mouse gray spry play The Tree old bag sights flag The Flag source-stripes stars-hype The Wind whistles bristles The Moss green spreads it treads The Owl beware its stare Our Home full of God’s love Over All pleasant present...

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My Neighborhood Gang Colorful drapes hung alongside of my narrow window A small one/bedroom apt. my first - from delivery of newspapers overlooking a park - past a spider web - made by a black widow planted on one pane - I would peer Children tossing hoops laughing an bouncing ball would alert me Time to exercise an...

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