Manhattans Poems - Poems about Manhattans

... I read a poem about a mother, a saintly mother, who, with knotted and veined hands, crocheted blankets and booties and mittens for grandchildren, who made lemonade ......

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...Here in Chicago, Illinois the landscape is flat No hill or vale to break the monotony A concrete jungle downtown, surrounded by highway Leading to endless cornfields south of the metropolis ......

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...My dreams are bright feather light at night conditions right Carefree Mind free Life's challenges to be won Feeling warmth from noonday sun I dream of water floating boating wi......

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...Stan Laurel thinks he can sing in reality he warbles His best buddy Hardy slaps him quiet Before he can start another riot. Oliver Hardy Is usually farty so he abstains from drink Gor......

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...Mama knows we’ll be celebrating a sadness— weeping. she needs flowers— carnations, her favorite. her birthday this week. (dad’s birthday comes first) shall we place long stems alongside the......

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...DEATH DEVOURS LOVELY THINGS The fallow ground was thirsty for her — “I’m in trouble” stung like a nightingale’s knife. The moon and stars in vertiginous blur stilled her mothering......

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...The World Trade Center’s Call to America Nervously this worker was running late he knew taking his baby to their designated pre-school then as he arrived on this tragic scene he was not prepar......

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