New York Poems | Examples of New York Poetry

coffee midst clouds aloft windows on the world september voices eternal...Read the rest...

Eastern Europe’s shtetl life romantically recalled Fiddler on the Roof beloved by all ...Read the rest...

Sometimes on my morning walk, When no one is around, I’ll pass by a photographer And know that I am bound To see a dressed-up couple, Posed and smiling, thinking of The lovely pics to show to all To prove their new-found...Read the rest...

the press of the crowd reset trouser creases glad-handing, back slaps he almost kissed a baby! compared to a...Read the rest...

Ride a city bus or train And you will get a sense Of humankind of every strain - Behold the evidence: The old, the young, the thin, the fat, The handicapped, the frail, The homeless, jock or spoiled brat, The...Read the rest...

Had an old-time New York day – Took the bus to see a play. Understudy for the star – Still, the show was up to par. Dinner in a lovely place – Food and beer we could...Read the rest...

On my morning walk, which is Adjacent to the river, A small surprise is sometimes what The city does deliver. So yesterday, I heard a thump, Metallic, so I slowed, Expecting that a hubcap flew From somewhere on the road. Instead, I saw...Read the rest...

. for public domain Sometimes my shadow, more inviting than me, a dark apparition on city walkways, catches the passing cast down eye, more so than the benched shadow caster nearby. The shadow invites no one to speak, to open one's...Read the rest...

It’s hard to get from A to B If you are in a car, Although I guess it could depend, Of course, on where you are. In New York’s metro area, The traffic’s so much worse Than just a few short...Read the rest...

They used to call it the Empire State. But the empire isn't doing too great. Democrats in power, big ideas they plan. Too bad for the middle class and the forgotten man. Low-income high rise in your village Middle class...Read the rest...

The Earth is shaking, The world is quaking, Climate change is taking its toll. New York city, A place so pretty, Now feeling the wrath of Mother Nature's roll. Floods and fires, Hurricanes and earthquakes, The signs are clear, but are we too...Read the rest...

From 4 – 5 in Central Park, Beneath his favorite tree, So many fans of Flaco* gathered – Yes, including me. Around the trunk were letters, Poems and pictures and bouquets From all of us who knew how Flaco Brightened up...Read the rest...

For years I’ve seen a pair of ducks In front of a fountain close by. They swim or sit and those who notice Likely wonder why. The fount’s in the front of a building; Pedestrians pass night and day And the...Read the rest...

This highway's mine, goodbye to Jayne, so long, farewell, Virginia Plain, strife was yesterday's heavy load, life is tomorrow's open road, it's time to hitchhike once again. Heading where songs, don't sound the same, and no-one stops to ask your name, they'll...Read the rest...

The escalator keeps descending; Seemingly, it’s never-ending, Taking riders deep into The bowels of the earth. Everyone around pretending That they’re fine, of course, depending On their circumstances and Just what their time is worth. When the platform’s reached, there’s waiting. Scrolling signs are...Read the rest...