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...

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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.

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December 28, 2015

Limerick

~ Not For Contest ~...

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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...

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...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...

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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...

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...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...

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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!

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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(A Christmas vacation vignette)

Lisa and I choppered onto Manhattan Island yesterday morning. We’d both felt toasted—so we took naps—and yay! We awoke recharged.

Later that evening, Lisa and I were at the ‘Elsie’ Rooftop Bar, in Manhattan, waiting for Lisa’s boyfriend, David.
Ok, man-friend? More age appropriate...

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