Suburb Poems - Poems about Suburb

...I hear them calling out my name but I could not tell from were I heard the chorus from the big orchestra in the open air playing a rendition above the water and the sound of the giant whale splashin......Read the rest...

...In my New York suburb, I’m mildly fond Of Helvellyn Road, and Gracemere pond But the original Helvellyn called... Ravenglass too, even the name enthralled. Of Lake poets, I eagerly read And I ......Read the rest...

... Why is life so hard when it should be simple Wake up, shout for joy whether you be girl or boy Get ready for the day It’s well on its way M......Read the rest...

...1. Valsa (means in our language 'loved' or 'dear') 2. I rate myself as sincere, humble, compassionate and conscientious 3. I am the proud Mother of two sons-Thomas and George 4. I long for peace......Read the rest...

...CONT ... from Part 2 THE WOMAN WHO COULD EAT WOOD Part 3 Through frowning ululating flowers of full colours she waded for hours. She sc......Read the rest...

...In the early suburb mornings, Out on the county roads There is heavy fog in view It should slow traffic down to a roll. But that's not always the case, When there is gloom, that comes into pla......Read the rest...

...Words, too many words, superfluous and useless. They bind you in a swirling vortex, drown you in inconsequential thoughtlessness. Oh for a few moments of supreme silence, in some secluded sp......Read the rest...

...Jewel layer templates gilded upstream sigh winsome eyelet skimmed scorning dawn orb Delphic mustard sketch on sapphire sequins Appalachian awning bearing flimsy nuggets surreal slender st......Read the rest...

...I hail each bronze, red, and blue coloured dawn, as pulsing heart mould torch flame of bliss, to gaze across some awestruck mint sprig lawn, that golden birthright never goes amiss Ey......Read the rest...

...Great traditional bavila priest, When you hear about the great traditional bavila priest called " Kasongo Nguni" from bahinga clan, Who worked for the bavila kingdom On the reign ......Read the rest...

... I am sorry I'm not more exciting. I meant to be for you, an adventurer with mountaintop stories, or someone with a limp hinting at a life starting with the gift of an early str......Read the rest...

...I moved to San Francisco from across the bay in early 1977. At 19 years old, dad got me a two-bedroom house in the San Francisco suburb known as the Ocean District. It was the type of home that adjoi......Read the rest...

...The street lamps are left hanging in the rain and the lights around it forces itself out of the darkness blowing the light of hope upon the wet night and the tingling of the bell chime slowly in the ......Read the rest...

...Whatever happened to the twelve o ‘clock rambler, nocturnal venturesome brushstroke sort, they face whirlwind snowfall, freezing ice, while others brazenly squirm, not for stoic diarist this thre......Read the rest...

...In Jerusalem, Bnei Brak, Kefar Chabad everywhere, little huts, though no sod Miniature tabernacles, laden with flowers fruits, vegetation, pretty decorations The Fall Harvest F......Read the rest...