Poems About: CHICAGO
Poems on / about :
- carpe diem
277.To John J. Knickerbocker, Jr.
Whereas, good friend, it doth appear
You do possess the notion
To his awhile away from here
To lands across the ocean; read more »Eugene Field
278.Feeling Like Mike Hammer
I feel like Mike Hammer after the third or
fourth attack by a gunman in one day, I
feel all fatigued and evil, finding the noise
in my downtown Chicago just too much; read more »Robert Smith
279.What you mean to me
Walking around here and there
Sweet smells of you drift in the air
I never felt this way before
Looking at you I melt to the floor read more »Adam Day
In the moon Abib,
Try and meet Hanani and Mareshah;
For they will teach you the way to the truth.
Chaitanya, your love to me is like the greetings from Chicago! read more »Edward Kofi Louis
281.A(nother) Night Without You
A) fragmented life story
interiority, if you will (i called this one 'alone')
your eyes provoke the night’s conscious panting,
a tangible thickness that collects ceaselessly on all four sides of a dimly lit room read more »Matt Denis
282.'Brisk Wind in Chicago' 12/8/08
Just for a moment, I visited you in my imagination.
Words of edification swayed my soul, and drew me into your destine place.
I took in the brisk, soft, smooth wind on my face.
I enjoyed imagining being at your lake. read more »Sallie Marie Tompkins
Some of us lost before
the game was even over
like my buddy who took a spill
on his motorcycle in August read more »Charles Lara
284.We May Be Little
We may be little, not to tall,
but the love we share is above all.
To be little is just fine,
if I were tall I'd run, and hide. read more »Velmar Pewee Hale Johnson
285.My Whole Family Is Dysfunctional
I haven’t spoken to my brother in ten years.
His brain was slammed in a car accident,
never got any therapy because dad didn’t believe in it. read more »Michael Philips
So much has happened
I somehow hate to see it go. read more »Heather Darling
He swayed on top of the tall tower
and braved a cold Chicago shower.
His bank accounts were in arrears
the biggest sum was owed to Sears. read more »Herbert Nehrlich
We shout like Russians. Ever-so-tragic.
My father, the poor devil, feeling sick.
We've planted our tree on a landscape of vast sadness.
Our tears water weeds that kill us. read more »MARINA GIPPS