Best Manhattan Poems
Hey Dear, we're here
It's where you've always dreamt
Ever since you slumbered such
In slevering content
Remembering back home
It's somewhere you always declared
You said it would excite you such
Mmm, my trouser leg you'd stare
Of pants and different pants
Your lustering descriptive tongue
Absorbing the poetry from me
Mmm, honestly, am I well hung
Lets go down-town my beautiful
Just like Petulia in song sung
I guarantee, never be scored by me
Where Manhatten hearts, strung
Hey Dear, we're here
It's where you've always stored
Ever since you slumbered such
Whilst slevering, you'll never be bored
27/12/2015
Categories:
manhattan, people, places, world,
Form:
Rhyme
I went to Manhattan cause I was bored,
And it is there, I met a man, sweet Lord;
Oh gosh, he was enchanting,
And soon he had me panting;
And adored, my word, bored has a reward.
___________________
December 28, 2015
Limerick
~ Not For Contest ~
Categories:
manhattan, silly,
Form:
Limerick
Riding in a taxi cab through canyons of concrete,
you will see thousands of inhabitants on each street.
This one of the five boroughs has everything complete.
What an island that is a city within a city.
It stretches from Harlem in the north to the battery.
If you are riding a bus, or a subway train underground,
so much fascinating scenery can be found.
There is Broadway, Central Park, Greenwich Village, and Times Square.
The bridges and the tunnels will all lead you there.
This is a jolly old place that nobody can deny.
With this “Big Apple”, you can make one hell of a pie!
Categories:
manhattan, travel
Form:
Rhyme
...dedicated to Hart Crane (1899-1932)
As I dream the sounds of morning sliver,
cut my senses; slow, persistent slices
pierce my eyes to ragged wakefulness.
The muffled cries of merchant hustle and
the honking of the traffic, the noises of
a summer's day displace my reveries.
I wake, and through my window I see
barges in the harbour, bustling like
beetles, scuttling over busy waters,
dragging ships with overflowing cargoes
safe to rest - the dockhands primed
and ready to disgorge the merchandise,
as sunshine washes monoliths of steel
and glass in dazzling refinement - Manhattan
like a mass of golden bars, smoldering and tall.
Steam and smoke engulf a vibrant scene
encompassing, then drifting into nothingness,
the sky a blazing blue, the docks a maze
of rarified activity as yelling fills the air.
Beams irradiate my garret - drafts of bright
and humid air like punches in the stomach
take the breath out of my lungs and leave me
gasping. I sit and watch you sleeping on the bed.
You stretch atop the covers like a vision,
your legs and arms a picture in repose;
I do not dare to wake you from your dreams,
your limbs splayed like a strumpet, you expose
your naked form, my touch will flutter your desire.
your body 'wrapped in mine,
our souls a living sacramen
to love and joy divine.
I enter you and all the stars explode,
fulfillment is our quest,
our shining testament.
As evening gently falls the windows glimmer,
the city glistens now from altered light;
the glowing falters as the sun dips slowly,
dying in the West, makes way for night.
Activity's still rife, but in my garret,
I reach for you as darkness settles soft,
I hold you in my arms, forever blessed,
while stars are quietly dancing up aloft.
Categories:
manhattan, writing,
Form:
Verse
...dedicated to Hart Crane (1899-1932)
As I dream the sounds of morning sliver,
cut my senses; slow, persistent slices
pierce my eyes to ragged wakefulness.
The muffled cries of merchant hustle and
the honking of the traffic, the noises of
a summer's day displace my reveries.
I wake, and through my window I see
barges in the harbor, bustling like
beetles, scuttling over busy waters,
dragging ships with overflowing cargoes
safe to rest - the dock hands primed
and ready to disgorge the merchandise,
as sunshine washes monoliths of steel
and glass in dazzling refinement - Manhattan
like a mass of golden bars, smoldering and tall.
Steam and smoke engulf a vibrant scene
encompassing, then drifting into nothingness,
the sky a blazing blue, the docks a maze
of rarified activity as yelling fills the air.
Beams irradiate my garret - drafts of bright
and humid air like punches in the stomach
take the breath out of my lungs and leave me
gasping. I sit and watch you sleeping on the bed.
You stretch atop the covers like a vision,
your legs and arms a picture in repose;
I do not dare to wake you from your dreams,
your limbs splayed like a starlet, you expose
your naked form, my touch will flutter your desire.
your body 'wrapped in mine,
our souls a living sacrament
to love and joy divine.
I enter you and all the stars explode,
fulfillment is our quest,
our shining testament.
As evening gently falls the windows glimmer,
the city glistens now from altered light;
the glowing falters as the sun dips slowly,
dying in the West, makes way for night.
Activity's still rife, but in my garret,
I reach for you as darkness settles soft,
I hold you in my arms, forever blessed,
while stars are quietly dancing up aloft.
Categories:
manhattan, writing,
Form:
Verse
The sunset over Manhattan.
By Feo.
A thousand walks back and forth
a day, a thousand glance at the city bay.
A thousand memories locked at your post, a thousand daydreams I have dreamt in my winter coat.
My sanctuary, a bench that faces north towards the skyline, the vibrations of the commuters and passerby's just a minor distraction from my dreams of a reunion that I have lived and relived over and over that reality seems but just a distant memory.
Oh how I have dreamt of seeing you again,
Over and over till it feels true,
For I have never felt love till we made it,
The influence of this generation beat of ours, perhaps it wouldn't be poetic if we were to kiss again? Warm tears I have felt rolling slowly down my cheeks, like many poetic beats do, when they think of losing the influence that runs through there tragic memory.
The warmth,
a Manhattan sunset,
My bench that faces north to the city skyline,
That's where I'll be waiting,
To let you wipe my joyous tears away.
Categories:
manhattan, i miss you,
Form:
Verse
I was bored in Manhattan that day
So decided to pay for a lay
He was handsome and young
And was VERY well hung
I walked like John Wayne all of the day
Thanks to James Fraser's Bored In Manhattan poem for the inspiration!
Just make me laugh contest
Sponsored by Christine Lehman
27th December 2015
Categories:
manhattan, city, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
A young broad was bored in Manhattan
So got dressed in outrageous fashion
She looked so out of place
Wearing satin and lace
When a cop shocked her with his baton
The cop was amazed by her attire
Many men were filled with desire
She was such an arresting sight
That much to her delight
He took her home to warm up by the fire
6th December 2015
Categories:
manhattan, clothes, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
Sidewalks are full of people, yet no eyes do mine meet;
Taxis, by the thousands, litter the city street;
The sun is blocked out by high-rises with business men in suits;
I am a lost and lonely cowboy, with no place to wear my boots.
I ride the subway from Soho, up to Central Park;
In search of Mother Nature, pretending the pigeon is a lark;
Surrounded by millions – never have I felt so all alone;
I am bored of Manhattan and I hunger for my Western home.
I came looking for excitement; I came looking for a job;
I came looking for myself – now, I’m just lost among the mob;
Who knew that in Manhattan, with such diversity,
A simple, bumpkin cowboy would get bored with the big city?
I am bored of Manhattan, and all of its pretentiousness,
But I haven’t got the money to return to what I miss,
So, me and my guitar play songs in Times Square,
Drop some coin in my guitar case, so I can skedaddle out of here.
Written and posted 1/5/2016
Categories:
manhattan, america, city, , western,
Form:
Rhyme
I probably am the only one in the Big Apple to admit,
" The bigger the city, the lonelier one feels! "
Skyscrapers are modern monuments built against a foggy sky;
many feel lonely and bored in them, and the irony is that to rent
or buy luxurious suites is prohibitive to people who struggle
to survive, only a Trump or a Gates can afford them! Is their affluenza
effecting you? Be real: you can't have any of them, unless you hold
that lucky Lotto or Mega ticket! My advice is to keep on living
as usual and let dreams of wealth glide you by as puppet balloons
in a Thanksgiving Parade! Go to Central Park and take a stroll,
or try ice-skating...it's fun! There are a thousands of things
to do in Manhattan! Go to see a Broadway Musical or have dinner
at The Tavern On the Green with friends who are as bored as you!
No! Don't sit on that sofa and watch movies on demand!
Yes, be good to yourself....get out and enjoy life! Laugh! Run! Scream!
Do anything and everything! Have the audacity to challenge and win!
Let everyone know that are alive regardless of your social status:
money can offer lots of expensive things most of us
can't even imagine in a million of years! Search for
the simpler things that are more fun and cost almost nothing!
Entered in Julia Ward's contest,
" Bored in Manhattan "
Written on 12/ 28/ 2015
Categories:
manhattan, adventure, blue, cheer up,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
There was a street walker
Who was quite a talker
She vacationed in a place called Manhattan
But the people spoke no French or Latin
When she spoke Monsieur and Oui Oui
She was showed the restroom to pee, pee
Greeting the door man with Mon Ami
He thought she was giving him some for free
When the word Eiffel Tower from her lips fell
They grabbed her and put her in jail
I fell a tower in New York aren’t words spoke
Or you won’t be bored in Manhattan and that is no Joke
12/28/2015
A collaboration with Sonny Roper
Categories:
manhattan, confusion, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
Vacation in Manhattan
Thought I was going to be bored when we
Were told we were going to see
A panel hinged shutter
My speech was beginning to stutter
Jan van Eyck’s nude art I see
12/28/2015
The Ghent Altarpiece by Jan van Eyck is a very large and complex early 15th-century Early Flemish polyptych panel painting. The altarpiece comprises 12 panels, eight of which are hinged shutters
Artists: Hubert van Eyck, Jan van Eyck
Period: Northern Renaissance
Dimensions: 11' 6? x 15' 1?
Categories:
manhattan, art,
Form:
Limerick
What is it like to live in a desert-
Bereft of those pleasures of life
That cannot be found in a desert?
You got me thinking of dear life
In the barren sands of the desert
You got me thinking of dear life
You got me thinking of sand dunes
The fighting claws of the desert
You got me thinking of sand dunes
You got me thinking of camels
The lonely ships of the desert
You got me thinking of camels
You got me thinking of the oases
The craggy fountains of the desert
You got me thinking of the oases
You got me thinking of dates
The sweet dates of the desert
You got me thinking of dates
But with the onset of the harmattan
The parching hot winds of the desert
I cannot but think of dear Manhattan.
Categories:
manhattan, longing, new york,
Form:
Free verse
While gazing down from the Rockefeller Tower
My girlfriend and I soon began to glower
While surveying Central Park we then thought
How much could we get for it if we bought
Trying to figure that out took over an hour
Categories:
manhattan, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
From my penthouse here in Manhattan
I observe crowds of bodies all in fast forward mode
Through slightly dampened windows I watch fascinated
As locals and visitors cramp into one “Big Apple”
More people in Manhattan than my four neighboring boroughs
I am just an unknown local or tourist to most
Later I sit among strangers and friends on black plastic chairs
Near the porcelain figurine of Elvis, the King
Enjoying my Southern Country breakfast with a NY bagel for an extra dollar
In EJ’s Luncheonette, below my building, on the Upper East side
Different races, skins and religions harmonious
A multicultural city that never sleeps
Times Square magnificently lit at night
Bright lights all colors of the rainbow flicker
Broadway theatres and shows all famous in their own right
Central Park or Central “Perk” put us forever on the map, all thanks to six Friends
The rivers Hudson and Harlem bind us all together
As we chant to each other “Have a nice day”
If you ever visit you will have no reason to be
Bored in Manhattan
Categories:
manhattan, adventure, culture, environment, usa,
Form:
Free verse