Rooftop Poems - Poems about Rooftop

winter sun how quickly rooftop diamonds melt away...

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(A Christmas vacation vignette) Lisa and I choppered onto Manhattan Island yesterday morning. We’d both felt toasted—so we took naps—and yay! We awoke recharged. Later that evening, Lisa and I were at the ‘Elsie’ Rooftop Bar, in Manhattan, waiting for Lisa’s boyfriend, David. Ok, man-friend? More age appropriate I suppose, he’s 27, but that description doesn’t have the...

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I looked over my shoulder to look at him again Though the sky was dark I could still see his brown eyes twinkle in amusement Perfect pink lips ascend to reveal smiling teeth He lifted my jaw and kissed me lightly I settled back into his lap and nuzzled my head deeper into his sweatshirt His grip on my waist...

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Laying in bed with a pillow solitary holds a teardrop under the radio’s thumb; Turn it up the rhythm’s flowing; Now I’m ready I’ve got ammo, that fire song meant for a rooftop; Never again will I feel numb, no matter how things are going; I’ll bet on that Summer anthem to take away reality’s sting....

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I fell asleep, beneath the trees, their leaves wept, as I slept. I now know, I will go, someday it's true, beneath the moon. Stars will cry, I'll say goodnight, close my eyes, to a rooftop lullaby. ...

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Lisa and I had a party to hit-up. I can’t stay inside all the time, not on a Friday night anyway and a rooftop is the perfect place to mull over big questions and get the freshest commentary about cultural phenoms - intermixed with music, absotively. There were several, large, coolers crammed with canned martinis -...

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Away on a rooftop, No ladder I see. Somehow must have fallen, I'm stuck now, poor me! I climbed up to rescue, My neighbor kid's ball. When I went to climb down, No ladder at all! It's a hot summer's day, The sun's roasting me. My neighbors are working, Now I have to pee. My cell phone's in the house, (Where else would it be?) So I can't call...

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his day is almost done. a tranquil getaway, yet still at home. his solitude couldn't be more divine. a rooftop repose; his perfect place to cogitate, to commune with ghosts of the past. it's where he watches the infinite stars; ever so visible at twilight. it's where he looks at the vast sky. the flight of birds from there, so captivating. the...

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Sky is running in New York It is always in movement Even under immensity Cocoa yard is dizzy in New York The crowd rushes by Even under the rain Sky is flooding New York With its blue-grey coat Even under the boat...

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Who is in the rooftop yelling ho ho ho? The rest of us ran to the window and saw some snow. We went crazy, ran outside without our coats and hats. When we came back in, grandma had thrown out some mats. Our crazy Uncle Ted was on the roof, making lots of noise. Hinting that he had brought some...

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A self-styled you yell from hot tin roof top Nobody lends ears but you don’t ever stop You pronounce you’ll make a great name As an artist, in loud voice you do proclaim. You say there are colors in lens of your eye We all know it's nothing but a flat white lie So you think you carry the gene of...

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Her hose were not keeping her warm on this roof But in one second her dreams had gone up in a poof The only comfort was the stray cat who showed up in black Sitting beside her, as if he had her back. She thought this time was going to be different than the others. The guy whom she had...

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atop dust-covered clapboard hanging sheets washed virgin white wind-borne absolution encircled she sang life's aria distant sailor smiled Written: 26 December 2020...

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Let's relive that night of nebulas. Toga night, fearless night! With Aphrodite dancing clearly in their sight. Eros casts his sexual might,. Let's dance in bewitching circles of Aegean mystery. Only ....you and I in a kissable, erotic synergy. Filled to the brim, our aquamarine crystal glasses. San Francisco has memories and absolutely no passes. They still celebrate love each night on their roof. I...

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fresh blossoms daily fragrant beauty displaces toxic facebook posts Note: Soup poet, Demetrios Triflatis, posts photos on facebook of the flowers grown in his roof garden. (He also shares these photos with his poems) Demetrios, is a man of peace. He is obviously a skilled gardener. He is a poet who radiates hope. Sharing photos of natural...

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