Best New York City Poems
jampacked city streets
that jangled and banged
in the raucous jarring day
shifted
from business to boogaloo
squeezing into moonlight
party lights
gin and lime-kissed
gimlet sequined dress
strutted
in studded six-inch heels
riveting flair
provoking jive and jazzy nights
to tame this lion of New York
The bed swallowed the evening
sucked-up in slumbered
sobering snooze
exhaling the drunkard’s stench
while the warmth of whiskey
and you next to me
laid dreamy still
popped up and propped up
restless and ragged
realizing the changing view
through the dirt-stained window
a pool of placid sunrise
igniting
colorless clustered towers
bulwarks and girders
scraping the sky
out of the easterly clouds
a creeping golden palette
arose
touching every crevice
defining each silhouette
your body stirs deliberate and slow
rainbow hued eyes
slenderly slitted catching
the new-found light
opening, tenderly revealing
the landscape of your smile
disclosing
a cozy contentment
waking with hello
as I fall into your dream
and a new day
Brooklyn, New York is my hometown,
There's always something going down.
So many different places, Religions, and races,
Walking so fast you'll only get a glimpse of their faces.
A huge melting pot located in the County of Kings,
Where the sirens of firetrucks, ambulances, and cop cars sing.
Good Old Brooklyn, where the great times never end,
There's a Pub or a Bar within a block to make a new friend.
Concrete filled city where you had better be fast paced,
Better keep up with the hustle and bustle or find yourself misplaced!
Prospect Park has the most peaceful views,
Where there are hills of grass to take a snooze.
Greenwood Cemetery is the place to be,
To rest your head eternally.
Have some syrup mixed with shaved ice,
Our Pizza is like Heaven in a slice!
Buying new clothes or getting those new kicks?
Brooklyn can accommodate your shopping fix!
Biggest population in all of New York City,
People are Smart mouthed, sarcastic, and witty!
Here in Brooklyn you will find the fun times never cease,
Don't forget while you're here to check out the 18th Ave Feast!
There's a Bodega on every block,
Where all the crackheads seem to flock.
Graffiti covered streets and walls,
Parks filled with courts for handballs.
Coney Island is the place to be,
To ride the Cyclone and smell the Sea.
Nathan's Hot Dogs are famous for a reason,
Best part is they're open every Season!
Crimes so old and frequent it's been called "Crooklyn",
At the end of the day, it's my home, I Love Brooklyn!
I live in the city that never sleeps
Time square lights shine
While the sun creeps.
Homeless men rush to the big tin can
Of left over meals
Teens vamp through the night,
No sleeping pills.
My fellow citizens
Shop so late
Club stays open in Brooklyn
Way past eight.
Catch a ferry to Staten Island
Or a nice boat ride in Manhattan
A Broadway musical
Staring Jasmine and Aladdin.
A Yankees game in the Bronx
On a nice sunny day
Mr. Softie drives by
While all the kids play.
A booster on the street
Selling expensive bags for cheap
And Knock off shoes
While he watch out for police.
Knicks game at Madison square garden
Carmelo Anthony hits 30 points
A Rikers island bus
Releasing inmates from the joint.
New York City is my city,
The city everyone wants to meet.
It stays awake as the sun creeps
My city never sleeps.
A llegiance to no other VICE except a NEW YORK CITY ATTITUDE
B oroughs Brooklyn, Bronx, Manhattan, Queens and Staten island, take your pick
C ity that never sleeps
D isown your chewing gum on the sidewalk
E mpire state of mind is what you develop when living in NYC
F REAKS and freedom come out at night
G et the gusto and GO!
H arlem is where you need to be when converging in NEW YORK CITY
I n New York City manners are not usually common placed
J ust watch the closing DOORS, you'll be OK
K nowing an URBAN LEGEND is a prerequisite to NYC living
L eft FOOT losers lurk around EVERY other corner
M ost New Yorkers are always rushing off to work at rush hour then rushing back home
N ightlife, NEON lights and honking horns
O nly alliances are with other NYC loving metropolitans
P olice are there to assist (unless you need assistance)
Q uietness is not an option
R ising repeatedly to early morning blaring fire engines and loud radio playing
S taten Island ferry or would you rather the Statue of Liberty?
T imes Square New year eve testimonial, NYC for real!!
U nder no circumstances are you to ever AGITATE (piss off) a NYC police officer
V ery energized New Yorkers (metropolitans) visiting Broadway
W hy does NYC have a subway system? For tourists of course!
X marks the spot, you are HERE.
Y ou a New Yorker?
Z estfully going along for the ride. TAXI!!
This hype is NYC stereotype. ONLY IN NEW YORK. NYC IS a great place to visit and maybe you'd wanna live there. You GETTIN' in that TAXI?! New York City Baabee!!
THAT'S real. YOU GOTTA PROBLEM?!
No Mickey, Minnie, or Goofy- no Jimmy The Cricket
The spirit of Sodom is Gomorrah...what I see is plain "Wicked"
Neon lit buildings and business bright nights...
A terse description of 8th Ave - I see somethings not right
Jailbait pimps fishing for girlish age bodies
Port of Authority freaks craving school boy young hotties
A bunco, a scam - the cards of "Monte" are three...
White kids from Jersey seeking fake/fresh Ids
Cabbies waiting for fares/get their plates/it's too late
Little courtesy or English and overpriced rates
Electronic stores, you have restaurants; a myriad of stands
that vend snacks
You can have a wad roll of money, yet still looked at if Black
The Homeless Are Human, it's the truth not conjecture
It seems to keep them sans housing gives Midtown its texture
Fleabag hotels are great bargains/I've heard there's four legged pests
You've paid your money - there's danger, but you still can't have guests
Mounted units, Blue grunts to keep the rich ones protected
The last Toe Tag said "No One", why wasn't that crime detected?
A Vagrant says that he's hungry to everyone that he greets
You can't see the flame touch the Pyrex/it's the crack that he eats
On the trains I see animals, sometimes you'd think a new species
Most of those stations need cleaning....in my sight Human Feces
Poetiq visions/my heart troubled/ I had no choice but expound
It goes down daily in the Crab Apple/New York City....Midtown
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, and monotony of this age
The world unchanging in its essence....many problems to assuage.
Why is our purlieu in such predicaments, the morass so intense?
It seems the fire has been extinguished; in other words we've acquiesced.
Hallways, alleys, subway stations/where the weak and troubled roam.
Considered dross by our society, that's why the streets became their home.
Our youth in dire straits, how can they be redeemed?
High school dropouts, teenage suicide, and for meth my brothers fiend.
Homeless people are anathema; we seldom love the poor…
New York City...Vicious Cycle....where daily living is abhorred.
A nimbus cloud, can't see the acme/ Where Then Can Love Be Found?
The cacophony breaks the silence; the voice of weeping does resound.
Welfare parents in a quandary, just barely scraping by.
Elderly people doing no better...though receiving S.S.I.
New York City....Vicious Cycle, spreading like a deadly cancer.
Minority children disenfranchised; drug dealing is their answer.
Boys and girls, young and pretty/ jailbait, nowhere to run.
A perfect target for a pedophile; their tender lives have just begun.
Dark specters in every borough; people lost and living trifle.
Eight million stories, naked truth...New York City...Vicious Cycle.
In New York City, where do you go
if you want to compete in some rodeo?
In order to rent a studio in Greenwich Village,
you need extra high income and a privilege.
Living there means signing a long-term lease.
The only men seen on horseback are the police.
In the midst of the high-rises, it would seem quite strange,
to find a wide open prairie and a home on the range.
In this urban setting, cattle do not roam the streets.
You can only find them in grocery markets as meats.
I want to get out of the city; away from the rest.
Get me a plane ticket. I want to fly out west.
Walking the asphalt of the city. Nothing floats on the air.
. All is quiet, seems dormant.
Not a scream or any musical stream.
Bunches of clean air is bare. Surreal like snatches or pieces
Of a dream newly dreamt. I am the only one roving at the
Presence of dawn.
Simply magnificent. I will witness the first YAWN.
A WHISPER of noises as NEW YORK CITY breaks open a
New life. My ears are ready now I hear the first horn
Honking. A spark has SHOWN. It is near to the finish
Line. The traffic is picking up. Now nature roars to
LIFE. People are deboarding subway trains and
Automobiles traffic squels.
The shrieking of subway trains combined with
Conversation the DAWN has CONJURED a new being
As it does MORNING by morning.
A ribbon wrestles on the sidewalk. Comes The fire in
The FURNACE fed by coal. Into a building strolls a
Man to his daily 9-5 Fed by a GOAL. The ribbon waves
Good morning. Blowing with the wind.
I greet a complete stranger and NEW York city brims,
Teeming with life. STEADY AS SHE GOES. The influx of
NATURE. A mug full of the spoken word greeting a good
Morning. The day has begun.
The TICKING OF THE TOCK.
Relentlessly STREAMING.
I drove this morning to New York City.
The scenery flies by the sky is so pretty.
As the sun comes up it shines in my eyes.
Painting different colors across the skies.
I went to a skyscraper it rose up so high.
I felt I could reach out and touch the sky.
I look down below to a world that’s so small.
From the top of this building I can view it all.
I notice the bridges connecting the parts.
They look like arteries connecting the heart.
I watch the traffic like blood it does flow.
Some cars are coming while others do go.
I look to the right and I view the sea.
It reaches for the horizon as far as I see.
They seem to blend and melt together,
Clouds remind me of impending weather.
On the left I can see Central Park.
The jungle within the center of the heart.
Surrounded by concrete still it grows.
The function of nature it does show.
I would like to stay up here forever.
As I see all of these pieces join together.
But I need to go and descend down.
The view is so different on the ground.
Yo Yo New York City make me crazy and i am cool man and i am rap and people think i am cool rap walk on street and i am deaf and i can show people of my break dance like rap in NYC is so crazy these people i like NYC that i have a new friend there it make me smile and girl think i am cute yo yo i am deaf rap in NYC people watch me i van dance like rap they can heard the beats bass of rap music so loud and they think i am cool man and people cheer on me yo yo and i said yo yo what up pimp my wild and i want to be famous rap star and deaf DJ in NYC and i can teach people how to be rap in NYC and dance on stage people can follow my dance style and i can collect money to donated to homeless people in street and i give them a coin or cash to them and they think i am cool and friendly and i have a riches family like Jewish people have and i am not poor rap and i not broken the money down on street yo yo i love to play crazy basketball player like i shooter 3 pointer yo yo i am talent and half court shoot the basket up and blown it down buzz and those black and white people think i am stronger and crazy people in NYC too
New York City came to great Excitement!
The people stopped in their tracks to take notice!
Traffic was at a complete stand still!
They were awed at what they were witnessing!
No, it wasn't Batman in the Bat mobile!
What caught their attention!
Was the Pope in the Pope mobile!
Michael Tor 9/24/2015 A little humor welcoming the Pope to NYC.
I love and respect this man.
Republican presidential candidate Rick Santorum, was quoted saying,
" When it comes to climate change, the Pope needs to leave the
science with the scientist." He was quoted, After Rick heard the Pope
address climate change in his speech to Congress. Little did he know
the Pope has a Masters degree in Chemistry, and was a Scientist!
People from all over come to see the Rockefeller Center Christmas tree.
Men, women, children alike – all say it’s a most beautiful sight.
Every year they search for the tallest Christmas tree
And decorate it so carefully.
There is nothing left to chance – there must be bulbs on every branch.
This tree is a symbol of our right to be free Put up each year for the world to see.
It has become symbolic to us like the Thanksgiving Day parade
New years on Times Square which are the things
That AMERICA shares.
Every dream that you perceive – in NEW YORK CITY can be achieved.
There are centers of every kind- where dreams become alive
The diamond center, the garment center, the art center too
And that’s just to name a few.
The United Nations was built on these grounds
Where every language can be found.
NEW YORK CITY where I was born and raised
I give you thanks and I give you praise. © LRams
Tears of New York city......
On the day of New York city was attacked
the whole world was waken and shaken up by terrorism.
When the thundering air crafts brought down the twin towers
The hearts of the people scattered in to thousand pieces.
It is so hard to see people are falling down
from buildings to the death.
It is so tearful to see people were burning
alive in side the buildings
It is so fearful to watch people crushing down with the buildings
Parents lost their children and children lost their parents
Brothers lost their sisters and sisters lost their brothers
Friends lost their friends and loved one lost their loved one
The pain and sorrow covered entire world and the wet tears rolling
The prayers are conducted to those people who lost their life
We reached the moon but we have not achieved peace on earth
Our law and order ignore our needs and
terrorist are filled in our nation
This is the time to eliminate those evil who are against human beings
Let us pray for peace and love in the new world and
to the heaven upon holding us on its wings of love and safe hands.
Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka
Copyright @ravi Sathasivam 2011
(repeated poem)
The terminal prophesised an eternal line
of moving faces arriving at their destination,
mothers hold their screaming babies
as the business guys drank their coffee
like insomniac puppets on strings
valleys n lagoons of young children and elderly folk
all moved in a singular motion
to a melee of sound buzzing above their heads
a hubbub of civilisation on soap dish.
Back to life with the old soul and the funky dollar bill
like genoas khan lost in new York city
with new York city blues,
watching the jet planes fly above the mass of buildings
circling the weather stations in New Orleans
in autumn winds and summer rain in Chicago
floating like clouds with its over whelming usual conscience
Towering over towers of old motor’s
with junk yard hands on the dog
and the women drinking buds swearing at a elderly man
for having a faulty back tire on his bike
and the look of hell shaved fear on his face,
used to be in Korea and nam probably still thinks he is.
Oh, pretty city you shine so bright,
Your wonderful lights are quite the site.
Your streets overflow with fascinating faces,
And they all move so fast like they are in races.
Oh, pretty city your tall buildings stand,
You make me feel like an ant in this big wonderful land.
Your big park filled with the most beautiful greens,
I’d never want to leave here by any means.
Oh, pretty city and to think youre even more beautiful at night,
Walking through the streets is like a dream underneath the moonlight.
And though some people may find you overcrowded or gritty,
I do love you, New York City.