Poems About: CONCRETE

eyes unfeeling
camera clicking
twaddling circles
prideful cooing read more »

In the term of office we call the presents of festivals,
The black sea is offended by the great sea,
As of this moment it is angered from above,
It is the black problem we are against. read more »

(Concrete poem)

This is ancient green land forged by fair-folk and plough
It has seen life sown and death touch the soil read more »

Her eyes the
Deep deep aqueducts
The sunlight skated on
Like water spiders read more »

Words. These words. Are left
as indelible scribed statements.
Made manifest. Set as firmly
as irregularly poured cast read more »

There are too many faceless screams
and many more nameless diseases
in this grey concrete world. read more »

The cool touch of winter frosted the window
the candle's lit wave washed over the glass
in a sheen of droplets
like pristine show flakes read more »

All your dreams are made of
Beaming glitter, everybody claims,
Lucid dreaming takes new meaning,
Walking a concrete maze on bubble gum haze, read more »

Morning bright, night chill gone,
the scented wind stroking
high, pliant branches, read more »

Was it plasticine they received,
Or was it mud?
Did they try and reshape the wet concrete of my mind,
Or was I allowed to decide in which directions I wouldn’t grow? read more »

This is a poem about the cruel way people treat hens:

~The floor is concrete
It is dry and cold read more »

The taxi carries me through the sun drowned streets
Between the towers of concrete and glass and metal
I barely notice the noise of the engine and the traffic
Dust and fumes hang languidly above the tarmac read more »