Best Borough Poems

It can be kind of depressing,
living in upstate New York,
because of that damn city,
that grand ol’ attention whore,
I cannot go anywhere
without having to explain
that I...

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*Image of Many Meanings by KWC.

Likeness ssenekiL: Part 1

(HOMONYMS: Homophones & Homographs)

He'll heal his heel.
They sow so they sew.
His aide aid with an ade.
You saw...

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YOUR MORNING BAGEL Doylestown PA
Consider this, as buds break out on trees
not yet a leaf, the sight that no one sees
as walking through the borough...

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A pretty oak  sits outside my window pane in the snow and in the rain 
Covered with life, outside the balcony fifty steps away...

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Pushed to the edge by reality, yes, these verses will stifle.

A revolving door always present; New York City....Vicious Cycle.

This is a poem about the hardships,...

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Surrounded by heavy tomes 
Chronicling the history of 
   countless generations 
One can only feel a sense of 
    awe...

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The Brooklyn Cyclones 
      now represent the borough 
of Brooklyn 
    where I spent my 
formative years...

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dead end street …
mostly elderly when we came
always quiet … 
empty nests side-by-side
aching for spring
but winter came instead
(the winter of life)
friends … good people -
town...

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While crossing Verrazano Narrows Bridge
recurring mem’ries of New York recapture 
history and civilization of the two boroughs
provide me with deep interest and emphasis.

Brooklyn in its...

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YOUR MORNING BAGEL Doylestown PA
Consider this, as buds break out on trees
not yet a leaf, the sight that no one sees
as walking through the borough...

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Here is my teacher,there flies my teacher
One who taught me to be higher the Reacher
Do not lose hope she said,For morrow
Strive hard and walk through...

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The massacres of our beautiful people must STOP.
It is unconscionable to destroy so many lives
For selfish and hatred reasons. God, in his archives, 
Have recorded...

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WHAT ABOUT WOLFS

shel silverstein: a bit childish, his giving tree my kids remember, though its parts were dismembered as it gave to the bitter end...

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Went to see a minor league game 
  in the fabled borough of Brooklyn 
   Ate hot dogs at Nathan's 
then headed...

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Every one I know has a girl friend
Every one except me
And that is why for special occasions
I don’t like to go by the family

Because they...

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