New York City Poems - Poems about New York City

We emerged from Grand Central Station, Both ill, alarmed at our situation Like two invaders, erupting forth My twin went south, and I went North I jaywalked reckless nearly hit by a car. Then saw a bridge over the FDR I wondered what price would be paid On autopilot, I came on to the Esplanade The pavement was wide, hexagonal tiled The...

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Concrete Jungle Dreams midst the towering giants, The silver and glass behemoths, I walk, a speck of dust In the grand scheme of life. Their shadows cast upon me, As I tread the well-worn paths, Stepping over the cracks in the pavement, My breath misting in the frigid air. The City that never sleeps, Her beating heart in sync with mine, Each pulse a reminder of...

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Rotting eggs, fish, moldy pasta, and meat Mixed with the odor of damp rodent fur. The garbage in bags is lining the street. New York is a city beyond compare. The food that's thrown feeds a population, Not for people, but for rats everywhere. Well-fed and moving are these three million Who run down sidewalks without any care. The mayor has found...

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I grew tired of those Montana mountains was ready to give up that life for good So I packed up my kit and kaboodle and headed off to a new neighborhood They loaded me onto this cattle car went flying faster’n poop through a goose. Then we skidded down in New York City the place that is famous for their big fruit That...

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jampacked city streets that jangled and banged in the raucous jarring day shifted from business to boogaloo squeezing into moonlight party lights gin and lime-kissed gimlet sequined dress strutted in studded six-inch heels riveting flair provoking jive and jazzy nights to tame this lion of New York The bed swallowed the evening sucked-up in slumbered sobering snooze exhaling the drunkard’s stench while the warmth of whiskey and you next to me laid dreamy still popped up...

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(Scott Joplin 1868-1917) I am highly entertained though I see through the window what lies there: yes, dark cloud hovers above our street like a piece of rag. But we admire contraries. I am entertained because I hear rag - all about pineapple, reflection, stoptime, a paragon, a maple leaf. You would never predict your treasure, how so many of us listen to it today, your...

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The Eleventh Day of September I had cherished the dream of walking up and down the endless lanes and avenues Of a city celebrated for its illustrious and peaceful intensity and universal fame. The images still vivid in the memories of my young mind trying to escape the blues Of a dreary life and seeking adventure in a distant...

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"Stranger in Egoli" Not right to feel lost in a city of vices, they judge you therefore you are a victim. She creams for her purse , He screams for his jacket, Bloody panties on the sidewalk, Last month the hood rats engulfed him! I cannot understand what they say though we speak the same language! My eyes do not sparkle...

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Brooklyn, New York is my hometown, There's always something going down. So many different places, Religions, and races, Walking so fast you'll only get a glimpse of their faces. A huge melting pot located in the County of Kings, Where the sirens of firetrucks, ambulances, and cop cars sing. Good Old Brooklyn, where the great times never end, There's a Pub or...

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El Dorado by Michael R. Burch It's a fine town, a fine town, though its alleys recede into shadow; it's a very fine town for those who are searching for an El Dorado. Because the lighting is poor and the streets are bare and the welfare line is long, there must be something of value somewhere to keep us hanging on to our El Dorado. Though...

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Someones Grandma on a bench I passed her everyday Sharing the crumbs she begged for With every passing stray Once I heard her mumble 'Someone killed my Kitty' I don't want to get lost in New York City All of the things she used to love Were written on her face Laughter and song were everything Another time and place A place where in her dreams She still...

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One day at a New york city shop, I met a man selling marbles, For money he wanted to swap, But I really wanted some barbels. "Got any barbels?" asked I. "For that's how I'll spend my money." "No barbels here!" said the guy. He seemed to find it quite funny. "We've got some lovely cakes, I'll give you a very fine price." "I'd rather...

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searing summer sun tarpaper rooftop beaches city sunbathing...

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Stepping out onto the not-so-bustling street, I feel a cold nip in the air radiate a shiver down my spine. There is an emptiness to the evening. It is an emptiness one experiences on a brisk autumn evening. The ambiance is muffled and static. Hardly a whisper could be heard save for the tapping of my pointed toes on cracked...

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Cool breezes surround the city As they walk together in the autumn air Streetlamps cast an eerie glow onto the pavement as autos rush by as shadows lengthen in the asphalt homeland Autumn...

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