Short Big Apple Poems
Short Big Apple Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Big Apple by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Big Apple by length and keyword.
Central Park's cool event in May
Brings the gigolos out to play
Ilene says, "Its true!
They're all over you!"
Its Banana Split & Run Day
I pictured her milking an udder
And it made my whole body shudder
Then mum piped up,
"Forget her, pup!
She's bound to be some buddy's mudder!"
When I made my birthday cake wish
A cockroach hopped onto my dish
More frisky than some
It looked rather glum
When it found the cake was not fish
Kitchen aromas excite the senses.
Garlic and onions sizzling in the pan.
Meanwhile big apple pie baking.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2025
Everytime you look around,there I'll be,
A Crystal Sugar in your Cup of Lemon tea.
Everytime You look around ,there I'll be,
A Ripe Red apple Under your big apple tree.
Charma
Form:
The Republicans are all hoping
You forgot all about Trump's groping
But New York women
Are like a lemon*
Sugar daddies sweeten the coping!
*excluding Ilene, of course!
On the coast geographically
New York a cradle of culture
Liberty dwells here for sure
As well as Justice politically
Strength of character
Defines both a city and state
Moving forward early until late
Big Apple like a diamond glitter
Green
Hulk rise
From Ocean's
Deepest depth bring
The Big Apple hope
Like an ancient Phoenix
Brought life to which died by flames
As Father Time _ Poseidon watch
To see if this resurrection starts
A whole new era__ blessed golden life
You walk fast
New York,
Heavy stampede
Steps
The concrete ground
You stand.
I married you
In April,
Costly
Earsplitting
Streets
Awaken me.
Global breath
Aromas
Vibrant
Sparkling eyes
Vanished evermore.
I’m back,
We have matured.
Home is quiet Hudson Valley apple country just north of the bustling 'Big Apple'.
Newburgh, New York,
65 miles North of New York City
Sandra M. Haight
~2nd Place~
Contest: Where I Live One-Liner
Sponsor: Silent One
Judged: 10/04/2016
Swinging gaily from a limb so high -
li'l MacIntosh, the apple of his mother's eye;
from the other side of that self-same limb,
a worm came crawling after him.
He'd told his mother as he left home,
to the Big Apple, he would roam.
Life's a little sweet and a little tart
for mothers with a broken heart.
A child from the 'burbs on a Big Apple trip
Found it all more than slightly exciting -
The buses, the taxis, the swings and the slides
All seemed magically more than inviting.
A glorious day on his grandparents' turf
For a long-overdue city taste
Gave this nana a glow and a grin ear to ear
That I hope will be echoed posthaste.
From the depths of choppy waters,
Emerges the shell of man.
Draped in an aquatic robe,
Deliberately...making his stand.
With New York at his shoulders,
And the Big Apple by his side.
His robust presence emerged,
Creating...the evening tide.
The sun boldly illuminates,
The way for birds to fly.
As the world protrudes the heavens,
Through an M.C. Escher sky.
In The City What Doesn't Sleep,
All You Can See Is Tall Buildings.
In The City They Call The Big Apple,
It's All Hussle And Bussle.
In The City Where Liberty Is Looking Over,
No One Stops And Listens Any More.
In The City Where Stories Are Based,
Not Everyone Gets Their Happy Ending.
In The City Where Unimaginable Happened,
You Can Tell They Havent Forgot.
Raining today
in the big apple
Yes, this metropolis is still here
Despite the
fact
that
we
have
been attacked
Yes, the masses of people
still long to visit
this "Baghdad on the Hudson"
as O.Henry named it
It is not Paris, Tel Aviv or London
But it is the place
I call home
Personally I think this city
will survive ,flourish and grow
New York State- I must claim is the best-
since my birth- still my home- passed the test.
Country life- pure and free
Hudson Valley grants me-
and one hour from that Big Apple zest!
July 17, 2019
Premiere Contest: State Limerick
Sponsor: Kevin Shaw
"Big Apple" is a nickname for New York City.
Syllables: 9,9,6,6,9
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So nice they named it twice
Skyscrapers, bright lights, and Broadway
to entice
Many come from both near and far
Dreams of making it, sweet dreams of
Becoming a star
Jostling for a seat at the round table
Salivating for a bite of the Big Apple
Crusted over orange skies with a
nebulous veil
Dreams slowly burn and morph into a
nightmare, now, a different kind of tale
I foresee the day
but it would be a pity
if all the residents ran away
and were to flee New York city
like rats leaving a sinking ship
with streets high garbage-piled
overcrowding crime and corruption
it's no place to raise a child
nor recommendation as gateway
so they say to the Land of the Free
where you have the opportunity to be
anything or anyone you want to be
I was a budding bookworm in the Big Apple. A river of people rushing past was such a blur for a girl so small. This ocean pulls you in and spits you out like a bad sunflower seed. In a concrete jungle, people live in boxes on top of boxes. The sea of cars is always moving. Even at an age when everything was handed to me, there was no yellow brick road for me to follow, only sidewalks going every which way.
the scalding smoke
smothers
raging wildfires burn with bestial fury
toxic smoke saturates the Lower 48
smoky air sears through lethargic lungs
AIR QUALITY ALERTS!
AQI 80>100>300>400+
Codes Orange>Red>Purple>Maroon
purple dots proliferate on the map
N95 masks stage a comeback
The Big Apple suffocates in orange haze
the smothering sky
smolders
Took my truck to Albany last week,
Lost my fan belts,had a flat on the street.
Went to New York,the big apple at last,
Crossed the toll bridge,they took my pass.
Went to Minnesota,clear to the end.
Can't find a load,you are laid over my friend.
Went to Louisiana,trying to get home you see,
Only to find out,I was bound for Milwakee.
I quit making plans now that I find,
When not making plans,I get great home time.
MUSIC
walking one night
i heard the same dirty sax
i hated
when she walked out on me
at club sleezy
fiddling unafraid
on fifth avenue for experience
the whores pickpockets walking by
taking a bite
of the big apple
sam
at the steinway grand
cocktail music
for love or misery
or both
one hundred
on stage at the philharmonic
the audience
rich and poor alike
fused as one by ravel
Dave Austin
Cars, pedestrians stores
The air is not so clean here
But there are some great people here
People who call it "Zoo York"
are wrong
Once my life was saved by a stranger here
Yes, the place still exists
Yes, it has a heart
As I sit here in in Dunkin Doughnuts
writing
I see a grandmother with her infant
I see people drinking caffeinated beverages
Just another day in the Big apple
Along with 8 million others
Some of who write poetry
Ripe, juicy fruits and passing blooms,
Grow here in the walled garden wild,
Permeated with pungent floral fumes,
Deep hues where orange sun smiled!
Red strawberries and blueberries too,
Blackberries and two big apple trees,
Buttercups, red roses and iris so blue,
As daisies tango of an evening breeze!
Lilacs, pale lilies and orange marigold,
And plump, rich, tempting raspberries,
Forever brimming in old sunshine gold,
With birdsong drifting from pine trees!