Best Harlem Poems

It's night now in harlem, time to explore
Snakes are diurnal, rats love their nocturnal
Life, the subway is a swinging door.
A cockroach crawls before it falls
Catalectic between the broken walls.
It's time to pay the rent and feed children
Feeding themselves from a golden arch
Of junk. Sunday's money...

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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 stoops where neighbors meet,
Gospel choirs rise, voices strong and sweet.
Stony sidewalks hold a million strides,
Asphalt dreams where destiny confides.

Stars peek...

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You rapped half yourself around the world
With outrageous rhythm and rhyme
Did crime did time
Bound yourself in chains
Etched your name in fame
While your other half remained unclaimed
In a book of poetry
You wrote in quiet moments
4 no 1 else 2 c
Where now I find the depths
And gentle...

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Harlem Globetrotters
most famous trotters
clowns of the court
and best of sport 
watching the game 
never the same
performers they are
they really gone far...

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Near nice allies need
to confront this beast in the 
moment to be brave.

Not in a memoir 
when you’re 75 and 
few feet from the grave. 

For colored people 
and all people of color
start a whining wave.

Why do we still fight
for the same civil rights of...

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I walked through Harlem just the other day. The Harlem I knew as a child has totally gone away. I use to play hooky from school and I ran those streets at night. But now you can't even find a descent street fight. There use...

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While writing about the History of Jazz Music in verse , I got the idea for composing this 
fictitious poem ! I hope the readers will like it ! 


            Harlem Blues !

Lingering perfumes...

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Traveling down the night streets
Just to see what I would see
Look down the left by the closed Barbershop
A group of friends chatting
Collapsing the night time by chopping their jaws

Going down by that train station
A couple dancing their night away
By the street light at the corner
A...

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In harlem was I born and raised,
With fond memories flooding my brain so solemn,
Black is proud for we believe in a divine totem,
Unity and hope our sovereign emblems,
Though notorious and violent have some folks turned out, into GOD'S hands do I 
leave their problems...For he...

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Frances

Twas the night before Thanksgiving
An’ all through the tenement
Mama was sleeping
When Big Dady came in again
And there in the night sweet Frances lost her innocence

Hopscotch in Harlem Summer 1944

"If I don’t win this time
I aint never going to play no more.”

Mr Fortune teller
  ...

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I saw a wolf early one morn
While traveling Harlem's street
Seemed my safety was at stake just then
As I and he stood face to face
Upon a lonely rectangular Island
Empty streets bordering

I thought it odd, his stare
It quickened heartbeats within me, as
I...not knowing...halted
At first, a mean dog...

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A Harlem hoodlum, (albeit respectable)...

ready for night time in bedlam
after swallowing me favorite dram,
cuz reasonable rhyme resembles flimflam.

Whiling away his time playing solitaire...
initially prepped, honed, and crafted
November second two thousand and twenty
slightly tweaked February nineteenth
two thousand twenty two.

Then with less than twenty four hours
(today 23,760...

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The Globetrotters haven't had enough
Thrilling crowds with their magical stuff
Magic it was
Creating a buzz
A hoop at the bell was sure up to snuff...

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No words, oily body sweats, city summer.
Desperate to get out and never return although
stalled on Triborough Bridge I admired the skyline.

My city, my death, I did it my way.
Counting your blessings a healthy activity, 
the park out my back window, a job that pays.

But I...

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