50Th Poems - Poems about 50Th

...See us. Two hearts as one. Still laughing through the rains; Fifty-years growing together. Je t'aime. ......Read the rest...

...It’s monsoon season here in New Haven, gone, are the banked, fluorescent colors of sunset. This feeling hit me, like a rogue wave. “We have to go out tonight,” I announced, to no one in particul......Read the rest...

...From one heart to another, Uncle Carl you will truly be missed ... And May God continue to bless you from beyond the heavens. I love you ... And Auntie Connie, thank you for blessing me with the id......Read the rest...

...(There’s a song for this: ‘Confessions’ by Sudan Archives) I remember it like it was yesterday (it was yesterday). I arrived on a cool (42°f), blindingly sunny New Haven afternoon. It was as if......Read the rest...

...Remember when we believed a NYC street block was too far? 50th, 51st, 52nd, and so on... well, state boundaries stack those blocks, and now there are thousands, maybe millions, blocking. My prescho......Read the rest...

...This was last Christmas - 39 days ago - doesn’t that seem like ancient history? We were in Lisa’s (parent’s) 50th floor flat, in Manhattan. It was mid-morning, we’d done the present thing, and it......Read the rest...

...We’re in NYC - at last - on Christmas vacation, and it feels like a pardon. It’s amazing what can happen in just a few wild and change-filled hours. One minute, seemingly, you’re in a picture post......Read the rest...

...In New Haven, Lisa misses the sad, dark, city aesthetics of her hometown. Its crime podcast vibe, actinic crime-lighting and sirens in the distance, that lull her to sleep like lullabies. She has a d......Read the rest...

...~ A Poem for Shavuos ~ * Two Jews, three opinions Twenty-nine of us need three minyans * Yet when we camped at Sinai, all arguments stopped Jaws in heaven must have dropped ......Read the rest...

...Slang.. Chick-fil-a = the best place ever jade = brooke = gorgeous mishin = the boss, as in “You aren’t the boss of me.” Orpheus We’re on vaycay. School is OVER, COVID is over. We’re......Read the rest...

...*last winter break* I woke up abruptly, my chest gripped and tight. My face felt hot but my arms stung as if frostbitten. I gasped for air that wouldn’t come, as if I had a plastic bag over my hea......Read the rest...

..."Softly Whispering I Love You" ---English Congregation--1972 It was a kind of rife tactically attempting doggy on a waterbed Or contemplating True Inseam in the clang of bells and platf......Read the rest...

...Peter was able to see some of the ant-like Macy's Thanksgiving parade by leaning suicidally over the 50th floor balcony. I go into fight-or-flight panic if I get anywhere near the railing. The parade......Read the rest...

...Last night, Lisa, Peter, Leeza and I were in her father’s 50th floor study watching New York City. It’s a corner room with glass walls from floor to ceiling. He likes to watch the city himself and ha......Read the rest...

...He had this recurring dream…it began soon after they met… He dreamed of writing her a love song…a song she’d never forget. A love song as beautiful as the nightingales singing in the trees… with......Read the rest...