New York Poems | Examples of New York Poetry

Oddballs in New York The strange people who want to live until they are 200 years old and, if possible, forever.  Needless to say, these people are also rich I saw the leader of the odd people, who tells us He goes to bed at eight and rises at five shift workers to have a similar routine, not they wish to be...

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I feel like finally saying And yet I did not ask for it I even gave it up To this first love To this unforgettable love Finally...

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On June 25, 2025, a 33-year-old far-left democratic socialist Zohran Mamdani, a Muslim, won the Democratic primary for New York City mayor. Mr. Mamdani is a “globalize the intifada” and “tax the rich” guy, known for his “defund the police”, pro-Gaza, pro-BDS and antisemitic views. He also called for the prison system to be dismantled Where...

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Advocate of rent control and $30 minimum wage Free public transportation! Zohran Mamdani’s a media-appointed Sage For all illegal immigrants, full privileges and rights Defund the police, let NYC’s streets...

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Had lunch with a friend And we sat in the shade In a sidewalk arrangement The restaurant made. I live on the east side And she on the west. We meet to catch up At each other’s request. The corner was busy And traffic zipped by. With sirens and buses, I’m not gonna lie, The noisiness level Was blaring and loud, Plus bulldozers rolled As pedestrians cowed. Construction just added More...

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A giraffe went out to buy a car. He didn't like nothin' that he saw'r. Maybe, he'd be more comfortable driving a convertible....

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Aisha was fierce and sensuous and belonged on Broadway she knew what she wanted and was bound to get her way AP: Honorable Mention 2025...

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chutzpah in new york cheeky annoying brashness nervy confidence...

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I only ride the subway To a doctor or a show. When teaching, that was not the way To work I used to go. Today, though, in the morning rush I had to take a train And I expected all the usuals That make the trip a pain – Delays and crowds and people whom You wouldn’t want to meet And cars so packed...

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I saw her from a distance And I recognized the move, But until I got much closer, It was difficult to prove. With her breasts exposed, her bra below, The cup part in the back Was fastened, then she slid it ‘round With quite a practiced knack. She covered up her boobs and then A t-shirt found its way As she slowly dressed right on...

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another weekday she awakens to the sunrise aroma of preset coffee brewing her eyes still closed she thinks about her day and slowly starts to form thoughts in her head so much to do so little time a jolt of java revs up the engine give her a minute she'll come to life another sip and there it is it's all systems go! AP: 1st place 2025...

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The poetry of the COVID era (read to the end) Thai pineapple rice. Wonton and Yaki Soba Tortufo ice cream. Scallopini veal, halva and also soda Tamago, octopus and yellowtail. Ribs, pasta fagioli. Meat lover’s pie, sword fish, big shrimps and sausage ravioli Scungili marinara. Milkshake. Plus jalapeño poppers Yasai roll. Best Lobster bisque and saucy burger whoppers Wild mushroom omelet. Crunchy...

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A car was parked illegally; The hydrant wasn’t cleared, Plus it was by a nursing home And might have interfered. I never would have noticed it, But signage did impart That a tow truck would be coming ‘Cause the engine wouldn’t start. Thee note said “Please!” perhaps to cops Who rarely have the choice About issuing a ticket to A reprobate Rolls Royce! ...

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Here’s today’s New York surprise I witnessed with my own two eyes: Reddi-Whip, the cans amounted To nineteen (and yes, I counted!). Lined up on a bench, as well As underneath, and I could tell They all were empty, for the caps Were strewn around, by slobs, perhaps. There was no whipped cream residue And raindrops hadn’t sprinkled through, So with these clues, I did...

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Walking down York Avenue, A very urban block, An odor had my senses piqued And then I saw, in shock, In front of a local restaurant A pig turned on a spit. With juices dripping down, it somehow Didn’t seem to fit. It’s not a sight I’ve ever seen, Right out there on the street, And though I’m sure that some would be Excited by that...

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