Brownstone Poems - Poems about Brownstone

...Brooklyn, NY Brownstone Artificial Christmas Tree Glitter in ornaments and décor Christmas Cards were hung all through the house The thought of living to Christmas among All that happened when I......

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...Trinkets and treasures, given away Something for nothing, what can I say? Jewelry or gold Some artwork of old A gift for someone on my mind today Shopping, searching, a second hand store Pira......

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...From Harlem's pulse, a symphony untold, Stories etched in a brownstone, dreams unfold. Streetlamps pierce the twilight, jazz ignites, Hope flickers, a flame against the nights. Laughter rings o......

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...In the heart of Harlem's nocturnal embrace, where the moon's silver threads interlace. Streetlamps hum a jazz-filled tune, underneath the city's ebony dune. Brownstone whispers, history untold,......

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... Against gray walls, soft light reflects Her memories, her endless quest For contentment, not so complex Her gentle soul always felt blessed She recalls all the times of hope Ag......

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...She shared a tactile fancy Explored the feelings of the world Inquiries of subtle touch Within her head vision unfurled She visited a wooded glen Saw through sound and scent and presence Tha......

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...Waking up from a dream, All I remember is her face, Her smile that lit up the world. I don't know who she is, Only that she invades my dreams, With only 2 words "Find Me." Never had a dream tha......

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...There's brownstone rap and broadcloth soul, Velcro pop and punk black coal, But I prefer a sweeter choice, The music of my lover's voice. There's hardwood country's knotty feel, Cast iron......

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...We were in love in an intense way for such a short time I thought it was forever, which shows you how naïve I am For listening and believing, and trusting a handsome devil – you. I knew there woul......

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...Remembering days of young- long ago Adventurous me, I yearned for playtime Playing with my siblings on mounds of snow To the peaks of high mountains I would climb 'Neath fallen oaks rotted ......

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...When we walk the campus to what used to be the center, we might miss the venerable place. Taller piles of brick and towers obscure the central space of Western Pennsylvania browns......

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...COFFEE HOUSE BLUES I am in the A.M. Am I ? I think I am! It is A.M. in the coffee house down on MacDougal down the stairs behind closed doors another world enclosed ......

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...They’ve found a body in my back yard. I imagine what a dead house would look like. A stillborn Brownstone with its Jurassic sandstone hiccupping fossils and family feuds. Terrace houses would ......

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...Earth's multi-tribal sanctuary, like any flexible multi-generational home, like elastically resilient residents of a nineteenth century three-family brownstone, or a centennial extended family f......

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...Concrete and Tarmac Betwixt concrete grey and tarmac blackness creeps the wand’ring eye of lazy sunrise drawing inland sweet hint of windblown fresh awakening the breaking surf’s curled sighs ......

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