STREET POEMS

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If I Should Learn, In Some Quite Casual Way

If I should learn, in some quite casual way,
That you were gone, not to return again-
Read from the back-page of a paper, say,
Held by a neighbor in a subway train,
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Edna St. Vincent Millay

Edna St. Vincent Millay
Our Nation Is Ill

OUR NATION IS ILL
Doom Days Drum
Blood and war on the hill
The centre is shattered
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Ola Olawale

Ola Olawale
Macdougal Street

As I went walking up and down to take the evening air,
(Sweet to meet upon the street, why must I be so shy?)
I saw him lay his hand upon her torn black hair;
(”Little dirty Latin child, let the lady by!”)
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Edna St. Vincent Millay

Edna St. Vincent Millay
Studio Composition

Cup of Words

Crystal sphere sitting
Before child like statue
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Joseph Mayo Wristen
Attack Of The Squash People

And thus the people every year
in the valley of humid July
did sacrifice themselves
to the long green phallic god
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Marge Piercy
A Smuggler's Song

If you wake at midnight, and hear a horse's feet,
Don't go drawing back the blind, or looking in the street.
Them that ask no questions isn't told a lie.
Watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by!
.....
Rudyard Kipling

Rudyard Kipling
Lonely Nights

Sitting alone that night
Trying hide her fright
Pulling her sleeves
thinking if the demons ever leave
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Fihaal

Fihaal
Love Street

I also took grief and suffering in love.
Ask me, what types of streets that I have passed.

What type of fire on my chest
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Shariq Lone

Shariq Lone
Raped Future

I see a dysfunctional future
Wailing in hunger. Many tongues scrabbling for a single bone
Living corpses pile the street.
I hear soothsayers boast in their ignorance and claim a stolen future
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Gerald Onyebuchi

Gerald Onyebuchi
The World

The world is cruel,
but for some people it's cool.
People are dying
because of lying.
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Duwayne Frieslaar

Duwayne Frieslaar
Loùisè

Used to come and visit me
But now I see you pass the other side
We used to sit yonder that tree
But you have sent me away from it any more
.....
Jova Petr

Jova Petr
A Little Prayer

Let us be thankful, Lord, for little things-
The song of birds, the rapture of the rose;
Cloud-dappled skies, the laugh of limpid springs,
Drowned sunbeams and the perfume April blows;
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Robert Service

Robert Service
Beautiful Black Men

(With compliments and apologies to all not mentioned by name)

i wanta say just gotta say something
bout those beautiful beautiful beautiful outasight
.....

Nikki Giovanni
Forest Fire

Of late I have begun to feel a hunger
To take in with greed, like a forest fire that
Consumes and with each killing gains a wilder,
Brighter charm, all that comes my way. Bald child in
.....

Kamala Das
Grace Darling

Among the dwellers in the silent fields
The natural heart is touched, and public way
And crowded street resound with ballad strains,
Inspired by one whose very name bespeaks
.....
William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth
Hope 93'

How old I was ?
Only my mum has an answer
Hope 93
Farewell to poverty
.....
Ola Olawale

Ola Olawale
The Day Of Days

A year is filled with glad events:
The best is Christmas day,
But every holiday presents
Its special round of play,
.....
Edgar Albert Guest

Edgar Albert Guest
Cinderella

Cinderella in the street
In a ragged gown,
Sloven slippers on her feet,
Shames our tidy town;
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Robert Service

Robert Service
I Wish I Could

I wish I could Get you,
I don't know how much this heart wants you all the time,
Feel Your Presence Everywhere,Where you are not there,
Always think to See you Again with that Shiny little Rain,
.....
Aks.

Aks.
Mother Of Five

She mothered five!
Night after night she watched a little bed,
Night after night she cooled a fevered head,
Day after day she guarded little feet,
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Edgar Albert Guest

Edgar Albert Guest
Morning

We stood among the boats and nets;
We saw the swift clouds fall,
We watched the schooners scamper in
Before the sudden squall;-
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Don Marquis

Don Marquis
To Ottilie

YOU remember, I suppose,
How the August sun arose,
And how his face
Woke to trill and carolette
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Robert Louis Stevenson

Robert Louis Stevenson
The Coolun

Ah, had you seen the Coolun,
Walking down by the cuckoo's street,
With the dew of the meadow shining
On her milk-white twinkling feet.
.....
Sir Samuel Ferguson

Sir Samuel Ferguson
I Still See You In My Dreams

I still see you in my dreams with your angel face in your beautiful white dress, smiling like a queen.

It was the most beautiful day of my dreams that I've ever seen.

.....
Saïdo Beno

Saïdo Beno
Auguries Of Innocence

To see a world in a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour.
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William Blake

William Blake
Joy

I never knew the joy of getting home,
I never knew how fast a heart could beat;
I never tasted joy,
Till the day my little boy
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Edgar Albert Guest

Edgar Albert Guest
A Boy Named Sue

Well, my daddy left home when I was three,
and he didn't leave much to Ma and me,
just this old guitar and a bottle of booze.
Now I don't blame him because he run and hid,
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Shel Silverstein

Shel Silverstein
Two Old Houses

Away from mismatched buildings which seems to go on above the 7th heaven with perfect shape and structure yet with poorest enlightenment, there is a pretty yet petty little small town at the edge of the waters.
Away from cold hearts handling warm coffee sitting in crisp winter air, there is a town with warm hearts handling cold coffee in peaceful summer air.
A bit too far away from here in that pretty little town, there is a street with perfect enlightenment and finally in that street, there stands two houses proudly facing each other since 1987.
One house Is bold white and the other one is dull black with same structure, same kind of tulips in their garden which sway slightly in the same air as they nod each other greetings in the morning.
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Riya Saluja

Riya Saluja
The Other

The forest ended. Glad I was
To feel the light, and hear the hum
Of bees, and smell the drying grass
And the sweet mint, because I had come
.....

Edward Thomas
When Mother Sleeps

When mother sleeps, a slamming door
Disturbs her not at all;
A man might walk across the floor
Or wander through the hall
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Edgar Albert Guest

Edgar Albert Guest
Sanctuary

People pray to each other. The way I say 'you' to someone else,
respectfully, intimately, desperately. The way someone says
'you' to me, hopefully, expectantly, intensely ...
-Huub Oosterhuis
.....

Jean Valentine
The Winner

The hulk of a man with a beer in his hand looked like a drunk old fool,
And I knew that if I hit him right, I could knock him off that stool.
But everybody said, 'Watch out, that's Tiger Man McCool.
He's had a whole lot of fights, and he always come out the winner.
.....
Shel Silverstein

Shel Silverstein
A Door Just Opened On A Street

953

A Door just opened on a street-
I-lost-was passing by-
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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson
Lower New York'a Storm

White wing'd below the darkling clouds
The driven sea-gulls wheel;
The roused sea flings a storm against
The towers of stone and steel.
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Don Marquis

Don Marquis
A Smuggler's Song

If you wake at midnight, and hear a horse's feet,
Don't go drawing back the blind, or looking in the street.
Them that ask no questions isn't told a lie.
Watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by!
.....
Rudyard Kipling

Rudyard Kipling
Faces

People that I meet and pass
In the city's broken roar,
Faces that I lose so soon
And have never found before,
.....

Sara Teasdale
Virginity

My mother she had children five and four are dead and gone;
While I, least worthy to survive, persist in living on.
She looks at me, I must confess, sometimes with spite and bitterness.

.....
Robert Service

Robert Service
Men

When I was young, I used to
Watch behind the curtains
As men walked up and down the street. Wino men, old men.
Young men sharp as mustard.
.....
Maya Angelou

Maya Angelou
Cultural Exchange

In the Quarter of the Negroes
Where the doors are doors of paper
Dust of dingy atoms
Blows a scratchy sound.
.....
Langston Hughes

Langston Hughes
Indian Mutiniy

British infants who were nobly born
Were from their bleeding mother's bosom torn
And with the bayonet dashed upon the street
There left to lie for native dogs to eat.
.....

James Mcintyre
The Three Little Pigs

The animal I really dig,
Above all others is the pig.
Pigs are noble. Pigs are clever,
Pigs are courteous. However,
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Roald Dahl
The Tower

It was deep night, and over Jerusalem's low roofs
The moon floated, drifting through high vaporous woofs.
The moonlight crept and glistened silent, solemn, sweet,
Over dome and column, up empty, endless street;
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Robert Nichols
An Episode

Along the narrow Moorish street
A blue-eyed soldier strode.
(Ah, well-a-day)
Veiled from her lashes to her feet
.....
Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Satire I

Away thou fondling motley humorist,
Leave mee, and in this standing woodden chest,
Consorted with these few bookes, let me lye
In prison, and here be coffin'd, when I dye;
.....
John Donne

John Donne
The Secret People

Smile at us, pay us, pass us; but do not quite forget.
For we are the people of England, that never have spoken yet.
There is many a fat farmer that drinks less cheerfully,
There is many a free French peasant who is richer and sadder than we.
.....
G. K. Chesterton

G. K. Chesterton
The English Flag

Above the portico a flag-staff, bearing the Union Jack,
remained fluttering in the flames for some time, but ultimately
when it fell the crowds rent the air with shouts,
and seemed to see significance in the incident. -- DAILY PAPERS.
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Rudyard Kipling

Rudyard Kipling
The Glimpse

Just for a day you crossed my life's dull track,
Put my ignobler dreams to sudden shame,
Went your bright way, and left me to fall back
On my own world of poorer deed and aim;
.....

William Watson
Preludes

I

The winter evening settles down
With smell of steaks in passageways.
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T. S. Eliot

T. S. Eliot
The Pillar Box

The pillar box is fat and red,
The pillar box is high;
It has the flattest sort of head
And not a nose or eye,
.....

Katherine Mansfield
Balances

In life
one is always
balancing

.....

Nikki Giovanni