City Sports (Part 3)

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caged bird, city poetry, education, I know why the caged bird sings, poem, poetry, tobefree, wingstofly

We always knew.
This education:
Stories of doctorates, laws and a backpedal
To instruction,
Was only the limits we were told
To be bounded to.
There had to be a way to let wind
Slide under our capes. Although
We, at times, refused to believe it.

But If a brother could actually use these real life wings
That he won’t shut his trap about,
Then, my brother, I’ll be the first to slide
Up and down rainbows.

Sometimes
Even we, tell ourselves to not believe in our dreams.
Although, this stubbornness in us always sang else:
There’s more beyond being trapped in this trap
With a tight cap.

@Sircharlesthepoet

City-Night Love

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city, city night, city poetry, creative writing, poem, poet, poetry, skyscraper, urban, urban art, write, writer, writing

I could fall in love with the city-night.

But I’m known to be resilient,

So I would probably get back up.

But I’m known to be stubborn,

So I would probably fall.
Again,

In love.
And again,

With the city-night.
Till no end.

@Sircharlesthepoet

Above the River

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above the river, Anger, authenticity, city, city poetry, happiness, home, poem, poetry, poetrybycharlesjoseph, relief, trains, writer

Don’t listen to music when on the train.
You’ll find different conversations
Between the rails and humans
Or the silent angers,
Slight annoyance by others
That never escape the heart
Until the train escapes the tunnel
And light rushes in through the window,
Giving the rails much reasons to scandal
Rosetta Stone couldn’t understand them.
But they understood us
Leading our way through the serio-us
Escaping the hole of shadows with glee
Above rivers imitating the sea.
Then anger calms down to a blissful cheer
With the river humming, “Home is near”

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