Best Brownstone Poems

It looks like a simple brownstone building,
Not much different then any other but it’s residents,
Are of the haunted kind, not made of flesh and bone.
In...

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The old screen door still welcomes me, a familiar song I've heard before..
But oddly now, it's out of tune, a strange new wail of some...

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Sometimes when matters are in the gray,
it ain’t always black and white
There are times when emotions are deep blue,
canary yellow thoughts can make us wanna...

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Remembering days of young- long ago 
Adventurous me, I yearned for playtime 
Playing with my siblings on mounds of snow 
To the peaks of high...

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Trinkets and treasures, given away
Something for nothing, what can I say?
Jewelry or gold
Some artwork of old
A gift for someone on my mind today

Shopping, searching, a...

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Against gray walls, soft light reflects
Her memories, her endless quest
For contentment, not so complex
Her gentle soul always felt blessed

She recalls all the times of hope
Against...

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From Harlem's pulse, a symphony untold,
Stories etched in a brownstone, dreams unfold.
Streetlamps pierce the twilight, jazz ignites,
Hope flickers, a flame against the nights.

Laughter rings on...

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COOKING WITH JIM                      

actually,...

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The branch
Of the mighty
Oak tree
That hangs so free
All bent
The grey brownstone
On the corner of 
110 and lex
Survive
And
the old 
Haggard man 
A Survivor
All bent
Points up
To the...

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strolling
                        ...

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Germany post World War II,
torn, impoverished.
Ruled by Marshal Law,
imposed by the victorious.
Occupational forces walk
the rubble streets.
Civilians cower
in fear,
in hunger,
uncertainty.

A farm boy, Ohio bred,
cook in the...

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NEW YORK-STYLE HUNGARIAN STEW

In the darkest corner of her living room, 
she waits to eat. A stone’s throw away, 
her ex lives with their kids,...

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Infection Sublime
                 by Odin Roark

with his lone return
on this...

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Walking Meditation
                    by Odin Roark

“And I...

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They’ve found a body in my back yard. I
imagine what a dead house would look 
like. A stillborn Brownstone with its Jurassic 
sandstone hiccupping fossils...

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