York Poems - Poems about York

I heard it on the radio – An early morning crash, The driver’s fault and then her life Was over in a flash. It happened near my walking path So when I headed out, I knew I’d pass right by...Read the rest...

For years we’ve gone to see the shows Of Shakespeare in the Park, Where magic happens in Manhattan When the sky turns dark. The theater where the plays are held Is called the Delacorte, Reopening this summer, I am happy to report. A...Read the rest...

All empty streets are paved with sleet, it's not cold enough for a snowfall; the cheek-boned guy is seeking a place to sleep, he has found shelter in a warm corner down the hall! We expect some heavy snow,...Read the rest...

The sky is a cloudless crystal blue with a breeze to chap your lips I’m grateful for it, it’s heaven-sent the dawn was a celestially stamped, angry red sailors take warning It’s going to get feisty cold, I’m told about the time...Read the rest...

(a holiday vignette) I’m taking a chunk of my holi-days to work on my thesis (So is Lisa). Without classes we can fully devote our minds to them. My senior thesis hangs over me, I can’t ignore...Read the rest...

One midnight moment will hover over a grain of sand, a quartz, a glass facet, a sphere spun by a self-winding collective consciousness. Everything will change - nothing will. Mice will not transform back to white horses, tsunamis will always be just one...Read the rest...

A bluebird came streaking violently out of Central Park, it blurred over the lanes of traffic towards 220. I flinched in anticipation of the impact, but at the last second it darted directly up, as if caught in a...Read the rest...

thinking ocean life silly dolphin edna mae tilly ashore amidst cheers two squeaks for new years then boards a bus for philly. ...Read the rest...

Let's wax poetic - wax on.. We’re in for it When we enter the insubstantial country of love That secret theater, in an invisible mansion of moods it’s a resort that houses its share of speechless monologues and sore disappointments,...Read the rest...

If you’re looking for yuletide cynicism here, you’re shopping in the wrong place. This is New York City’s time of year. It’s stood the test of time and it fairly sparkles, proving that the ordinary can be extraordinary. With the...Read the rest...

MANIFESTO Three words inscribed on a bullet Finger on a trigger ready to pull it This system that does not concede Free healthcare at the point of need Or each citizen having their own say Then they express in their own...Read the rest...

Turning to merge with the happy herd, I heard clinking against frosty glass -- Ladyfingers escaping tiramisu, Followed by creamy swirls of Chocolate mousse -- And beckoned to their shelf, I asked If they desired of me to have a word. A dolce chorus...Read the rest...

I saw a turkey circling, high above Manhattan his bronze and copper feathers ripped in the sun, and it looked like it was having an awful lot of fun. He looked proud, in those clouds—majestic and delicious, I could...Read the rest...

The restaurant we like is far; We wanted something closer. To walk an extra mile or so? My answer would be, “No, sir!” I went to Google on my phone - “Thai food” is what I’d enter - But suddenly, “Thai...Read the rest...

One way to tell a tourist In the New York City scene Is if someone on a corner waits Until the light turns green. For natives look both ways, of course, And if no traffic’s there, They cross against the light...Read the rest...