Manhattan Poems - Poems about Manhattan

TS Eliot said, “Paris is a strong stimulant.” It is - but it has nothing on Manhattan. If Paris is a Café Crème espresso at a café-en-terrasse under the stars. Manhattan is a ‘Black Tie Bawls’ cocktail at...Read the rest...

Students everywhere feel a close relationship with summer. It develops early and you never lose it. It’s durable. Le’ts poeticize.. It was a youthful summer of unblemished mirth. In play, our youthful hours were freely spent. We bore...Read the rest...

Their meeting, first time, was merry. The flip from her lips, bit airy. Her drink could sink ships. She takes sip and quips, “Would you like to eat my cherry?” ...Read the rest...

Ever snorted cocaine? I watched some partiers snort cocaine last night, in a dark, Manhattan nightclub corner celebration. But I’ve never crossed that line. The white line. When offered some, with unctuous camaraderie, I shrugged and said, “No,...Read the rest...

*** 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...Read the rest...

Leong's watching TikTok on her laptop (as always) and she asks Lisa (an NYC girl) “Are you familiar with the the “downtown girl” aesthetic?” Lisa’s dismissive, “Yeah, it just looks like Urban Outfitters grunge to me.” Leong...Read the rest...

Manhattan By LoLa The neverending cascade of looming city skylines Towering strangers captures her gaze and her hands Attempts to lift the veil from abandoned timelines Leaves her breathless where A Phantom Hurricane stands Relenting to the light from the cracks...Read the rest...

Merciless movement Atonal antipathy Nonsensical noise clarinet crescendo soaring above the collided cityscape Harried hordes Aggravating acrimony Terrifying tumult piano playing plaintively over the primal phantasmagoria Torrid traffic Alienated aliens Nihilistic neon soaring strings singing through the striking scenery...Read the rest...

Upon my asking a lone Lenape what happened to their tribal home; so soulful that he barely told me the tragic tale of how it had gone. The white man thought he coyly took it a thing that he cannot...Read the rest...

Big Apple Bullies It was a...Read the rest...

Eight million people living here Yet on my morning walk, Deserted streets provided Not a thing at which to gawk. Behind each window there were souls In various routines – Asleep or in the shower Or engaged in breakfast scenes. I marveled...Read the rest...

The sirens of Manhattan Make a sound we always hear, Alerting all pedestrians And traffic to stay clear. It’s background noise that city folk Don’t pay attention to, The urban version of a field Of cows all saying, “Moo.” It doesn’t matter if...Read the rest...

Man From Manhattan There once was a man from Manhattan Whose piggy bank his Dad did fatten He had tiny hands For such a large man But that never kept him from grabbing By Bill MacEachern...Read the rest...

There is a young woman I met near Times Square; She's five-foot-eleven with lovely brown hair. We were both buying tickets at the kiosk that's there For a show at the Palace that starred Richard Gere. So she told...Read the rest...

Off the train I hit the streets and start laughing. This is ridiculous, incomprehensible. How can innumerable bipeds have individual inner lives. Why are they doing what they’re doing? I have no answer New York City but to also go...Read the rest...