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Poems About: CONCRETE

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  • 85.
    My Sad Heart

    That morning unlike others I
    was awakened by the sound of
    the telephone ringing
    who on earth I thought read more »

    Ron Knight
  • 86.
    Starving for success

    Its time to eat
    but i cant leave this seat
    See i missed too many meals already
    And my feet feels stuck to the concrete read more »

    Jaycee Wilkerson
  • 87.
    Thru Concrete Windows

    Thru concrete windows I see the wind blow
    And behold the beauty of nature
    It captures my heart with tears
    Shatters my dreams with fear read more »

    Hans Maae Taala
  • 88.

    What you can't control is the love,
    One feels for a,
    Place. read more »

    Haris Rigoo
  • 89.
    Vilanelle #1

    I see concrete bleeding just enough to be the city
    And neon lights wound about a building like vine
    The night soberly stung by colors so pretty read more »

    Hubert J. Humperdink
  • 90.
    Nothing Gets In Here


    Walls of concrete
    nothing gets in here read more »

    Daniel Wittfoth
  • 91.
    Early Courting

    I'm just a zygote in a zygote
    When this was a close memory.
    I was just a distant possibility,
    Maybe an improbability, read more »

    Melissa Joy Chesky
  • 92.
    A Window And A Wall

    I saw the window but I saw no wall.
    The open window greeted me to look through.
    I saw promises and hopes waiting for me there.
    I was very glad receiving such invitation of life. read more »

    Palas kumar Ray
  • 93.

    Between yellow cranes groaning and bended
    I saw people small as ants,
    I saw people gather at skeletons of steel and concrete, read more »

    Gert Strydom
  • 94.

    SOn you will always be the Prodigal one
    by Charles Robert Hice on Tuesday, January 24,2012 at 4: 00pm

    SOn you will always be the Prodigal one read more »

    Charles Hice
  • 95.
    Black Saturday

    Beds made neatly with green blankets
    Line the large concrete room like trees
    We huddle in a green mass in the middle
    Of the concrete jungle we currently reside in read more »

    David Tallman
  • 96.
    Where Your Gold is Buried

    No honey on the lake of concrete:
    A yard of concrete costs a buck, and you can
    Cover all of the beautiful vineyard
    For a penny, read more »

    Robert Rorabeck
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