Short Brooklyn Bridge Poems
Short Brooklyn Bridge Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Brooklyn Bridge by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Brooklyn Bridge by length and keyword.
Not Again
not
again
will I see
The Brooklyn Bridge
in silence - peacefully adorned with snow
9-20-19
Contest : Make It Five
Sponsor:Joseph May
Sample : #2...
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Categories:
brooklyn bridge, winter,
Form:
Tetractys
Brooklyn Bridge
Brooklyn Bridge
New York and the Boros
Brooklyn Bridge...
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Categories:
brooklyn bridge, america, art, beautiful, black african american, cat,
Form:
Haiku
Quite January Snowy Evening
The city still bears traces of the last blizzard,
which came after Christmas Day to amaze all;
snow returns in the form of on old wizard...
performing its magical powers to enthrall.
Traveling on the Brooklyn Bridge so dim...
my moodiness intensifies, feeling more grim;
I can see Manhattan's skyscrapers glittering
on a quite January snowy evening....
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Categories:
brooklyn bridge, history, nature, seasons, travel,
Form:
Rispetto
Brooklyn Bridge In Winter
It's
snowing
on the bridge
this winter day
with a pathway of awe inspiring drifts
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September 20, 2019
Poetry/Tetractys/Brooklyn Bridge in Winter
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1182-583-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Make it Five
sponsor, Joseph May, Inspiration image #2
First Place...
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Categories:
brooklyn bridge, winter,
Form:
Tetractys
Brooklyn Bridge
A heaving, grieving mass of humanity
All afflicted with the same insanity
To cross the bridge in Brooklyn Heights
For one square foot they impetuously fight
What has caused this hopeless plight?
Love of money and dishonest gain
Is the root of their discontented disdain
These days, without further detection,
Are the last of imperfection.
(Written when NYC had a transit strike in 1979?)...
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Categories:
brooklyn bridge, people, space,
Form:
Free verse
Expression
My boss bargains by Brooklyn bridge
I find fluffed feathers in my fridge!
At night, nostalgic nooks are found,
I see the hunter, herdsman, hound.
All say it's nonsense!
But it's not.
Seldom speaking, staying silent so
Within me, the great grudge grows.
I'm not cunning, can't care, can't cure
I am lonely, can't love, lie, lure.
Sick, sad, seeking sympathy
In this monotonous mess.
Where the world wears and wan
Can't we all be friends?...
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Categories:
brooklyn bridge, sad,
Form:
Alliteration