Urbanpoetry Stories

A poem about my thoughts on my cousins death my perspective of what his last thoughts were.

A bad poem about a bad environment to grow up in. My experiences, as well as others', growing up in a not good area. Thank you to my friends' for your words of support, and for not looking at me different, after I told you what happened. And for the water you brought me while throwing up.

With all this turmoil going on with blacks surviving in america and in this cold world today's time. I give you a poem I wrote called "New Slavery". Talking about materialism as the new "slave masters" of America home of the free and the land of the brave. Hope this poem touch you as it did me writing it. Enjoy

Basta alzare lo sguardo per vedere il mondo cambiare. Un ragazzo segue un consiglio innocente e si perde tra palazzi, volti e solitudini, in cerca di un nuovo filo da seguire.

Every once in a while, I wish for wings because I just want to fly away

DRUGS ARE HUNTING Is a short inside look at what's it's like to be a drug addict

Welcome to Where Did the Light Go. These words come from the dark corners of a restless city and the quiet battles of a restless soul. Here, you'll find stories told in shadows - confessions, fears, and truths that don't always fit in the light. Read closely. Listen well. And maybe, together, we'll find where the light went - and how to bring it back.

Finding peace

Life was all perfect for her, then suddenly one night, it all changed... The Day He Came, is based off real life experiences that I faced/ witnessed others facing and one thing I hope that readers will take from this is that please, just reach out to people, even if you're shy, because you might just save their life. This is sorta my take on poetry and stuff I wish I'd said to this person I know

In a world of chrome, candy paint, and lowriders riding slow, there's always someone capturing the moment. He doesn't chase fame or applause. He moves quietly through the crowd-camera in hand-turning culture into art. Knightstalker is a tribute to the man behind the lens, the one who captures legends frame by frame. 📸🚘

Slam poetry

He who is without sin cast the first stone, right?

Just expressing my pain through art.

A collection of poems. Or maybe just feelings that were felt, which then became thoughts, that later found the courage to be articulated and expressed into word form. From a sister who at the early age of 12 found her brother dead. Cause of death? SUICIDE, then later spent 12 years avoiding and battling the act.

A short poem about perception, poverty, and the moment life turns upside down. Every morning, the performance begins. A street corner becomes a stage. Cardboard signs become scripts. Tin buckets fill with coins and folded bills as passersby glance away. Under the faded lights of a traveling carnival, two performers sit quietly - a guitar player and a painted clown - collecting sympathy from the crowd. Their sign reads: "Visions of Cheeseburgers." To most people, it's just another scene of poverty. Just another group of strangers asking for change. But what happens when the distance between observer and performer disappears? What happens when the coin flips... And you wake up on the other side of the sidewalk? A Turn of Event is a haunting short poem about poverty, perception, and the fragile line between spectator and survivor. Sometimes the show isn't entertainment. Sometimes it's a warning.

My open diary is me being open about past, present, and future

*sigh*

In a city where blinding lights pierce the darkness, one soul reaches out, yearning for freedom. But shadows lurk, pulling them back just as hope seems within grasp.

In a world that often silences its youth, the unspoken rage and resilience of a generation demand to be heard. When Silence Sparks the Storm captures the quiet fury of Gen Z-voices restrained by expectation, society, and circumstance, yet unstoppable in their truth. Through restless streets, burning cities, and flashing lights, this poem follows the pulse of a generation refusing to be ignored, highlighting the moments when silence becomes a weapon, and every spark ignites change. It's not just chaos; it's a cry for justice, a call for awareness, and a reminder that even in turmoil, courage grows. Each line is a reflection of the fires within, the battles fought in plain sight, and the hope that persists despite the noise. This is a poem for those who feel unseen, for those whose voices have been minimized, and for anyone ready to witness the power of silence transformed into action. Read closely. Listen. The storm is coming-and it carries a message you cannot ignore.

this is a book of poems some tell stories but I think the title says it all. but its a differnt point of veiw of the world from my perspective cant really give details with out telling it so please let me kno how the intro is n ill add more parts to it based on likes n comments