Best Rooftop Poems

his day is almost done.
a tranquil getaway, 
yet still at home.
his solitude 
couldn't be more divine.
a rooftop repose; 
his perfect place 
to cogitate, to commune 
with ghosts of the past.
it's where 
he watches the infinite stars;  
ever so visible at twilight.
it's where 
he looks...

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fresh blossoms daily
fragrant beauty displaces
toxic facebook posts



Note:

Soup poet,  Demetrios Triflatis, posts photos on facebook of the flowers grown
in his roof garden.   (He also shares these photos with his poems)

Demetrios, is a man of peace.  He is obviously a skilled gardener. ...

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Let's relive that night of nebulas.
Toga night, fearless night!

With Aphrodite dancing clearly in
their sight.
Eros casts his sexual might,.

Let's dance in bewitching circles of Aegean mystery.
Only ....you and I in a kissable, erotic synergy.

Filled to the brim, our aquamarine crystal glasses.
San Francisco has memories and absolutely...

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On the rooftop of an abandoned building,
Overlooking the mighty blue sea.
She danced her worries away
While the sun slowly disappeared in tranquillity.

Her beautiful n colourful Aura,
Swayed with her every move.
As she danced to the beat of her heart,
Her soul moved with a rhythmic groove.

With the sounds...

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Sky is running in New York 
It is always in movement 
Even under immensity

Cocoa yard is dizzy in New York 
The crowd rushes by 
Even under the rain 

Sky is flooding New York 
With its blue-grey coat 
Even under the boat...

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atop dust-covered clapboard
hanging sheets washed virgin white
wind-borne absolution encircled
she sang life's aria

distant sailor smiled


Written: 26 December 2020...

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A self-styled you yell from hot tin roof top
Nobody lends ears but you don’t ever stop
You pronounce you’ll make a great name
As an artist, in loud voice you do proclaim.

You say there are colors in lens of your eye
We all know it's nothing but a...

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there is a subtle reason
youth entitles itself to treason
with the ever-changing faces
in slowly shifting places
the wind blows prophetically 
from a land that once was free
however is no longer

On the pool is the glimmer 
the transcendental swimmer
hiding in the clouds
blocking out the sun
run and tell your...

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were that i could speak again
the thoughts frozen in my head
the sun rarely burns me now
and the moon a haughty stranger
lifting its one eyebrow at me.

i stir uneasy in the concrete bowels
where skitters my fears
in halloween masks.

i think i'll yowl with the cats
on the roofdeck

(5...

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Who is in the rooftop yelling ho ho ho?
The rest of us ran to the window and saw some snow.
We went crazy, ran outside without our coats and hats.
When we came back in, grandma had thrown out some mats.

Our crazy Uncle Ted was on the...

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ATOP A ROOFTOP TO COP

The smoggy air was thick atop a Harlem high rise
The only thing out of place was a boy with blue eyes
He was a youth in search of peace not found at home
And so the boy with blue eyes was begotten to...

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Away on a rooftop,
No ladder I see.
Somehow must have fallen,
I'm stuck now, poor me!

I climbed up to rescue,
My neighbor kid's ball.
When I went to climb down,
No ladder at all!

It's a hot summer's day,
The sun's roasting me.
My neighbors are working,
Now I have to pee.

My cell phone's...

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Lisa and I had a party to hit-up. I can’t stay inside all the time, not on a Friday night anyway and a rooftop is the perfect place to mull over big questions and get the freshest commentary about cultural phenoms - intermixed with music,...

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I fell asleep,
beneath the trees,
their leaves wept,
as I slept.

I now know,
I will go,
someday it's true,
beneath the moon.

Stars will cry,
I'll say goodnight,
close my eyes,
to a rooftop lullaby.





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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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