Brownstones Poems - Poems about Brownstones

... Big stones, rig stones Calling out to dig stones Round stones, pound stones Sitting on the ground stones Small stones, wall stones Make you trip and fall stones Grey stones, play ......Read the rest...

...in the far corner of a local pub in a narrow passageway between once-stately brownstones in an abandoned shack midst a darkling woods there breathe secrets of quiet folk......Read the rest...

...You'd hear them every morning Like a band of baritones The echoes of the horseshoes Clacking, on the cobblestones Each huckster with a wagon Pulled behind a blindered roan Parading back and for......Read the rest...

...Gaggles of ghetto girls mollycoddle, dandle cranky babies; some cradled on arm and hip, some hustled along on low-rolling rides. Granma’s noodle their talk together with headshakes, busy body elbo......Read the rest...

...Summer Evening Ideas come to life As I arrive at the small Brooklyn music parlor. She looks deep in my eyes Softly telling me about her day. Conversations turn to a whisper As the cello and v......Read the rest...

...Black girls mollycoddle, dandle cranky babies; some cradled on arm and hip, some hustled along on low-riding wheels. Brown men lounge outside bodega’s, some soft-soap, play imaginary guitars,......Read the rest...

...Brownstones bathed in light ivy on wrought iron rails flowers welcome friends......Read the rest...

...Five brownstones lined up on the corner Have been there a hundred plus years Until demolition equipment Knocked them down, once they got the “all clears.” The tenants had somehow departed, Per......Read the rest...

...Lightly the rain falls upon the lamp lit streets, the shabbily dressed figure Walks with an air of uncertainty down the cobbled stone streets, leaning, On his rickety cane, the elderly gentleman hu......Read the rest...

...Along the curb, brownstones stand silently Once proud facades diminished by time Peeling sashes peer from weathered faces Granite steps bowed neath the tread of generations Where once a fami......Read the rest...

...I passed some brownstones on my walk All set for Halloween, And several had the scariest Displays I’ve ever seen: Evil-looking monsters, Webs with spiders, huge and black; Zombies looking like they’......Read the rest...

...Sunday afternoon The cares of the week have lost their edge The pace is manageable Sunday papers read from cover to cover Times sprawled on the couch Daily News in the kitchen Nearby empty bre......Read the rest...

...No three-piece suits No conformity New ideas Feared by the norm Given room to grow Not held down by rules Freed by those who fight the mainstream People who want to be an us Rather than part ......Read the rest...