New york Poems
Manhattan
by Ben Scott
You turned that night into a bad habit.
Second floor.
Tight wooden stairs .
Long bar.
Dim lit room .
Blood in a tall glass.
The famous dead rabbit.
Freezing winter midnight down on Broadway.
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New York (Croatian)
by Pavol Janik
Na vodoravnome zrcalu
ispruženog zaljeva
strše šiljci uglatoga grada
zabodeni direktno u zvjezdani svod.
U blistavom moru svjetiljki
prekrasno stradavaju u brodolomu
zanosne lađice sa štiklom
na tvojima uzbudljivima nogama
koje plove u potpalublju
brokatne večernje haljine.
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empire state
by Sarah A
helicopters circling skyscrapers
like flies orbiting giants
past and future meet
across your concrete streets
can’t love it until you leave it
a fading empire
but forever beacon
began to love you
from a distance
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Continue readingYesterday
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Blithe humour yearns for
Pridian vagaries before now,
Trusting the mooring of able
Ships on clear waters of
Mirror images.
Wistful, our call on the sere
Tongue of harmattan, when
Pines whistled in unison to
Welcome straying and returning
Birds – black confetti over
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Yesterday
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Blithe humour yearns for
Pridian vagaries before now,
Trusting the mooring of able
Ships on clear waters of
Mirror images.
Wistful, our call on the sere
Tongue of harmattan, when
Pines whistled in unison to
Welcome straying and returning
Birds – black confetti over
......
empire state
by Sarah A
helicopters circling skyscrapers
like flies orbiting giants
past and future meet
across your concrete streets
can’t love it until you leave it
a fading empire
but forever beacon
began to love you
from a distance
Manhattan
by Ben Scott
You turned that night into a bad habit.
Second floor.
Tight wooden stairs .
Long bar.
Dim lit room .
Blood in a tall glass.
The famous dead rabbit.
Freezing winter midnight down on Broadway.
......
f
by j dyou are the weakest link you are the weakest link you are you are you are we are I scar my self my link too far
Continue readingNew York (Croatian)
by Pavol Janik
Na vodoravnome zrcalu
ispruženog zaljeva
strše šiljci uglatoga grada
zabodeni direktno u zvjezdani svod.
U blistavom moru svjetiljki
prekrasno stradavaju u brodolomu
zanosne lađice sa štiklom
na tvojima uzbudljivima nogama
koje plove u potpalublju
brokatne večernje haljine.
......
