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Poems About: CONCRETE

In this page, poems on / about “concrete” are listed.

  • 289.
    The Cemetery

    I wander around this desolate place
    Glancing over my shoulder watching for Him
    But there is no one around, only the dead
    And they seemed not to mind my presence read more »

    C.R. Ebowski
  • 290.

    As I glance back at my life
    I see the truths of action
    And the promises made of deceit read more »

    C.R. Ebowski
  • 291.
    My Brother Gerry

    Whistles blowin'
    Trains a comin'
    You on that track with
    Endless rails read more »

    Matt Mondschein
  • 292.

    The memory of wet shoes and grimy windshields and grey days
    Melts as the first fecund aromas permeate the air,
    And I sit dumbstruck by the sudden dissolve of the winter haze
    And the first buds and birds that take the dare read more »

    Robert J Meyer
  • 293.
    The walls between us

    Massive concrete,
    I put my hand against it
    Reaching out for your warmth
    I put my ear against it read more »

    Melissa Koeman
  • 294.
    City Dweller

    City dweller, lives in the cellar
    of natures bosom
    Ground that is now concrete
    cracked here and there read more »

    shimon weinroth
  • 295.
    Random Rose

    Today I found the most random thing
    As I was walking
    Out to the parking lot.
    In the most random spot, read more »

    Elizabeth Castleberry
  • 296.
    Patio Nights

    Greyish clouds are strewn across the deep dark heavens,
    stars not lacking in lustre shine through the sky like a sore thumb...
    pulsing and vibrating as the wind rolls along the horizon.
    The time is dusk and I feel the hard cool concrete beneath my back, read more »

    Shelley L Baxter Stanley
  • 297.
    Route of Evanescence

    She’s locked herself within a cell
    Prison bars she wove herself
    A chrysalis cage that captivates eyes
    Of children and elders, she longs to die read more »

    Emily Myers
  • 298.
    Ode to Silence

    The heat evaporates off
    the pavement as crimson
    rivers break through this
    dusty road. read more »

    Jose Armando Guzman
  • 299.
    Wake Up Sleeping Beauty

    Sublime on wine
    Sitting in the city
    Feeling okay in a self
    Polluted way read more »

    Andy Wood
  • 300.

    I am the watcher.
    I see the cold light,
    The hard concrete.
    The blobs of shadows read more »

    Andy Wood
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