Brooklyn Poems - Poems about Brooklyn

If I tell you I saw a rose blooming in the heart of winter, you might not believe me, especially if you're among those who struggle to stay afloat. But that rose serves as a powerful reminder of something we’ve forgotten. For me, it represents resilience and hope. During summer, I often ponder whether we ever...

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They told me, "Leave Brooklyn, find the green," "Head upstate, change the scene," Nature's arms open wide, So I took that long Amtrak ride. I knew there were bobcats, I knew there was bear So I took my pit-bull Chewbacca, any bear would beware His last victim was a carjacker on the lam. Teeth clamped on...

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There may have been neighborhoods with green lawns, playgrounds, and ballfields a short walk from houses with enough bedrooms for everyone. Houses that stood apart from one another, so owners could park cars in garages set towards the back and then walk on paved walkway to back doors leading to kitchens with modern appliances, but I live with five others in a three-bedroom six-room...

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Brooklyn Salt beef with onion sandwiches. Goat cheese made near the wailing wall The waiter is a scientist. Intelligent eyes behind thick-lensed glasses do not dare to leave a tip. The burden of my ancestors weighed heavy on my mind. The chicken soup was excellent I shan´t return Before Palestine is a sovereign state...

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A single blue bird perched above the rest Not all birds of a feather flocked together; Each mount with reverence brought comfort much closer, Time's passages once feared, held a single test. The test of a life time suited and disguised, The unknown harbors lessons to be learned Solitary souls do find their way home - I have seen shriveled dead folks...

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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...

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Brooklyn Cyclone number nine Is not ready to decline Clipity clop it climbs Into the blue sky where the sun shines Until it turns orange while enjoying evening wine There is magic in the air Summer loving with the one who cares Flashing lights all around Tradition of a rural community fairground Instead this is on...

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A Mango Tree In Brooklyn A mango is not only a fruit it’s an island An image of memories, it organic taste This represents the first bite to the last: Tracing back to its originality, Tropical warmth, which smooths the lips The sweet, succulent taste is noticeable: Somehow, the roots refuse to grow In Brooklyn, amount the sandy earth Where the suffering...

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The former home of the Brooklyn Dodgers lives on! Some of my loved ones still live there Brooklyn has some things going for it Such as the great Brooklyn Museum and the Botanical Gardens Coney Island is unique And the borough has the Brooklyn Cyclones team and the Brooklyn Nets basketball team Famous people have called...

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Window viewing a wall knows no world other than brick square against nothing; laundry blows in the yellow tinged wind. Flaps mimic birds flying. Bras trapped by wooden pins, splintering. Grey points piercing smoldering dust and fiber on its way to the refuse below. A push from an unseen hot whisper of foul breath smashes it into a window viewing a wall....

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tired, chain driven trucks  coal pouring into basements  ice up five long flights...

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White ... frost-clad cabled vaults - join thoughts to sky ... my city slumbers 'neath its cloak of snow. ~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Make It Five" Poetry Contest, Joseph May, Judge & Sponsor. ( Syllables = 1, 2, 3, 4, 10 - counted at HowManySyllables.com )...

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White Winter Comes with snow— Traffic’s banished, As wind plays the Bridge like a theremin. September 23, 2019...

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It's snowing on the bridge this winter day with a pathway of awe inspiring drifts __________________________ September 20, 2019 Poetry/Tetractys/Brooklyn Bridge in Winter Copyright Protected, ID 19-1182-583-02 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym. Written for the contest, Make it Five sponsor, Joseph May, Inspiration image #2 First Place...

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A Bigger Slice of Sky The sky was only visible in long narrow slices while we played on one-way Brooklyn streets Thick with kids apartment houses one next to the other lined the sidewalks like great canyon walls rising six or eight stories while the sun moved through the day creating hard edged shadows that flowed and softened with each passing hour street level storefronts shoulder to shoulder with...

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