Nyc Poems - Poems about Nyc

I gave my heart away to you On the night that new year drew The Sinatra chimes and yellow vines Sleeplessly anew City of dreams, built on piano keys And indie structures melodies I left my heart in San Francisco** But i stole it back for you **this is a reference to Tony Bennett i hold no rights to this line...

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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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Peter, Charles and I were jetting our way to Paris. I’d just woken up. I had to pee so badly it woke me up. It was a medical emergency. I stretched and everything hurt, I felt like I was 30. Peter was sitting next to me, on the aisle, reading. When he saw me stretch, he...

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Two emeralds; copper eyes, fixated on the Atlantic The Hudson; jades woke by fairies to her feet, so frantic My view; is vantage, a little island on pillars, so historic Gotham the east connection; of an oasis oh so prolaphoric The horse shoe; welcomes performances theatric Paths of endless connections; made by cobblestone brick A Metropolis candle; burning at both ends...

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I’m laughing this morning, spontaneously. We’re not studying any more. Our sophomore school year is over. I’m giddy, giggling, like a 9 year old on sugar. I think I just finished the hardest class that I’ll ever take - my last pure-math class, ever - and I got an “A.” Just barely - by two-hundredths of...

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*** At Age Seventeen *** At 17, the wooden heels of my boots echoed My audacious immaturity along my entire way exploring Manhattan’s south-end area. Its long blocks, I routed For the reason of simply seeing. In the route I took through that then unknown section, My young lack of any preparation was foolishly profound, Although...

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My latest piece is -1600 characters too long for the poetry section (sigh) So it's under short stories. The URL is: www.poetrysoup.com/short_stories/merritt_and_the_power_of_charm_10833 I hope you like it....

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It’s Tuesday morning. I’d thought, until Leeza corrected me, that Thanksgiving was today. “Thanksgiving always falls on Thursday, dorkus,” Leeza said Sunday, at breakfast (extirpating my hopes). “Besides, notice we haven’t been cooking?” She added. “Good point.” I chuckled disappointedly. Later, Lisa, Leeza and I had just got back from the pool where we saw John Krasinski...

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Last night, Lisa, Peter, Leeza and I were in her father’s 50th floor study watching New York City. It’s a corner room with glass walls from floor to ceiling. He likes to watch the city himself and has a small, 5 seat sectional couch facing the view. The left wall window looks across Hell’s Kitchen to...

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My latest piece is 388 characters too long for the poetry section. So, I posted it in "Short Stories" (Other sites don't have this limit) Here's the link... www.poetrysoup.com/short_stories/stupid_10822 If you bother, I hope you like it...

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Midterms are over I’m coming up for air now that they’re done I’ll admit I was scared - that physics three - was nearly the death of me. What comes next? The Manhattan express for November recess some November excess with Lisa, my BFF princess, my doughty, NYC adventuress, I’m blessed, she’s the best. Ooo! and some turducken bliss, much needed rest and time to de-stress. . Marriam Webster: Doughty:...

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They say I inflated It's they that conflated Political lies with their version of facts. The mess they created Will long be debated Another attempt to silence and styme. As often I've stated Which leaves them frustrated I'm worth every cent of the Billions I claim. The reason I'm fated And by some surely hated Is my obvious success and the money I make. Letitia's now grated Quite...

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Coffee shops bloom into aroma. New York City spew on the sidewalk. This day Lord if you care; in the timpani of each mind thunder your long bong songs. Bless the rats in their dank hid-ey-holes bless the thrice gnawed pizza. Thunder sweetly in the pidgins throat, forgive us our lox & bagels and let the dawn excavate us from the weed soaked down-town funk. Lord, if you care and...

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I want to see the clash of the classes The dichotomy between the debutantes and the downtrodden wallow in the welfare scream at those who don't care soak up society revel in the rivalry step on the suited smile at the smart vilify the antagonists snore at the soporifics bleed in the gutter be...

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The elevator opened on the 46th floor, to a small foyer and one plain, grey door The door opened and a young girl, 10ish, in a blue, polo, tennis dress, said, “Hi! I’m Karen, you must be Anais. Will is around here somewhere. Aren’t you pretty, though? You go to school with Lisa? No wonder Will...

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