Poems About: CHICAGO
Poems on / about :
- carpe diem
Via the pole, I look down to the angled view from the wing,
and wonder I let myself in for this adventure of words.
Once the action took over I was shepherded into the plane.
Here I am in a prison cabin bound for Chicago. read more »Sally Evans
230.Tempting (Love Poem)
It’s five in the morning and five legs from La Paz,
Leaving you is so hard to do these days,
Vienna apartment bed is too tempting and warm.
Lufthansa to London is ice cold Teutonic charm, read more »Ian Beckett (love and life and death and sorrow poems)
231.Happy Rita and Pleasant Bob
Rita with her happy smile,
wears stylish jewelry with lots of style.
Born in the windy city of Chicago in 1933,
Her father was a tenor in the Metropolitan Opera Company. read more »Christina Sunrise
232.St Patricks Day
March 17th is one of the best days of the year.
In Chicago the river was as green as grass.
The Irish were celebrating like it was their job.
Everyone in my family was together having a blast. read more »Mike Kearney
The television show
Hosted by Charles Kuralt
And now Charles Osgood
Is a weekly meditation read more »Jim Boone
234.Me and My Pony
Me and my pony hooked up on the Chicago Eastside and went for a ride,
we grabbed a corndog in Springfield and pulled our way on to Route 66.
In Oklahoma we sat with an Indian chief, watching movies while lovers kissed,
and turned a collar to a Cadillac ranch in Amarillo, blue lips and fresh Texas snow. read more »Alexander Downie
When I think of the term class act,
There's no one larger than Mr. T.
From the south side of Chicago,
When the streets were awfully mean. read more »Robert Edgar Burns
The feathers would flutter in the wind like and angels.
The wings would lift me off this Hell they call Earth. read more »sare gibbs
There one was a Hummingbird hotel,
in Lake Worth I remember it well. read more »Christina Sunrise
238.Waggle and Jounce
Out on the lake
the whitecaps leap,
old lions shot in midair.
Not far from the water read more »Donal Mahoney
239.NO more SUNSHINE
A new morning arrives but I can't see the sun rise.
All I see is the darken clouds in my light-less skies.
Heavy rain pours down from the clouds on my worn surface
Lighten strike thunder roars another hard hit to embrace read more »LoKis White
240.The Great Fire of Ingersoll
'Twas on a pleasant eve in May.
Just as the sun shed its last ray,
The bell it rang, citizens to warn,
For lo ! a fire appears in barn. read more »James McIntyre