Short New York City Poems
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One time my dad bought me a yellow rose in New York City
Took a photo in front of St. Patrick's-- felt loved & pretty. :)
radio blaring
new york city cab driver
many near misses
horrified riders
being jerked and terrified
in backseat praying
Trees start to blossom
Rising from the city streets
New York battles on
Thousands of eyes look upward
Joy in the metropolis
Witches and Warlocks
Is New York City Salem Mass?
Halloween Night
Aisha was fierce and sensuous
and belonged on Broadway
she knew what she wanted
and was bound to get her way
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
If spiderman's missing
New York city falls
If superman's sleeping
The world burns.
But I don't really care
As long as my fellow poet are here.
There once was this girl who was pretty
Who resided in New York City
Got mugged Friday night
Weak attempt at a fight
Life as a harlot is such a pity
California
Sunny, warm
Swimming, boating, sunning
Sky, airplane, ocean, seashells
Skiing, sledding, snowball throwing
Cold, blistery
New York City
From New York City to L.A.; from Austin to Seattle,
so-called singers screech or bray in an auditions battle!
For Brian Strand's "A Couple of Lines"
The arrest of David Berkowitz ended the growing terror faced by New York City,
but investigative journalist Maury Terry uncovered much more to this story.
four ballerina beauties took a stroll
searching for a tutu they could all agree on
no one appeared to notice their beauty
not a surprise…
standoffish New York city dwellers
We're as happy a family as can be.
Look out your window and you can see
us riding the New York City blocks
in our knickerbockers and striped socks
on a bicycle built for three.
I met the rudest librarian.
"I'd like a library card, "I said to him.
"You have to prove, "he said annoyed, "that you're a New York City resident."
I said, "No problem,"
then I stabbed him.
From deep in the shadows of Tin Pan Alley,
the Sage called out my name
With a voice that haunted and eyes concealed
—she made her only claim
(New York City: West 28th Street- March 2017)
If I strike up a fortune,
I want to own an apartment in
Manhattan, or New York City,
a big house in the country,
and a shack in Mississippi.
Women in each,
Women at every port,
Keep the heart at bay.
The day is grey
and my hair is changing
to that nice color
Making it through another day
I hope to stay healthy
The years roll on
As does the New York City subway
So do the Mets
The everlovin' Mets
They rolled like a mountain,
out of New York city.
I heard Cajun Lady,
from The Fat'sby
Twas back in the day,
Nineteen- Seventy.
You know she was a lover,
His Mississippi Queen.
I heard Cajun Lady,
With the Fat'sby on Lead.
Raspar ese hielo
That cold Brick of ice
Raspar ese hielo
Crystal clear and light
Raspar ese hielo
Dame una de piña
Y una de coco
Piragua man
I like the way it taste
So cool and refreshing
On a hot New York City
Summer day
Once knew a gentleman from New York City
Some thought him masculine, I thought him pretty
Effeminate to a degree
Wearing short shorts, oouueee!
It's maybe why his buddies try to smother him with kissies
© Jack Ellison 2015
illy twirly girly giddy
whirling twirling like a kiddy
giggly wiggly jiggly feelings
higgly piggly fly to the ceilings
jumping bumping laughing Liddy
heading out happily to New York City
silly twirly girly giddy
whirling twirling like a kiddy
Sun beats down
But the air is fairly cool in NYC
People put our city down
But it is actually the epicenter of the world
I could use more cash
I no longet smoke "hash"
But I am ready for joy
And hopefully I wil find it in New York City
my home!!!
The bird that flew so fast
It could not see the path
And was carried off in flight
Leaving the wind far behind...
so far above the course
It traveled with such haste
That fear stopped the flapping
And it came crashing down...
Romeo Della Valle- New York City
Holly twirled ‘round fancy soirees,
Paul sighed at her champagne clichés.
She thought love was a Tiffany box,
He knew it was more like odd socks.
Holly Golightly is the naïve, New York City socialite character in Truman Capote’s Breakfast at Tiffany’s.
Preaching ‘constructive dialog’
Rule-breakers mock her
Minouche Shafik is in whole-hog
Puppet of Progressives ~ the left’s lapdog
__________________
Minouche Shafik is the current President
of Columbia University, in New York City
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I had been a small town girl
thought ski tags off expensive jackets meant
jackets were shoplifted
when I left my small rural Iowa town
I saw skyscrapers, and women wearing
tennis shoes with business suits.
In New York City everyone does not say hi
It was a rude awakening.