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new york Poems

43 poems about new york

new york is one of the most explored themes on Power Poetry, where young poets share their authentic voices and lived experiences. The 43 poems below range from raw first drafts to carefully crafted works — each one a window into how a young writer sees new york in their life. Whether you're looking for inspiration, connection, or just want to know you're not alone, start reading and see what resonates.

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Brooklynn.

Brooklynn. 12" Chili dogs and Thin crusted pizza. Soft aqua and sage. A delicate girl. But is delicate Brooklynns goal? Does Brooklynn want to be known by: New York, Chili Dogs, Pizza, and Green? I'm…

by anti_tcc_llv👁 11Read →

Winter In New York

Cold—fucking cold. It’s bloody fucking cold. I’m absofuckinglutely freezing! Fuck this shit, I’m cold. I’ve fallen down 8 times this year— Such is life when getting old. Screw this shit, I’d rather…

by MsRostykus👁 5Read →

Night over Lower Manhattan

The paved beige stretched over– Beneath the careless sky. Didn’t you see the street Ran with cheap beer and perennial philosophy? … When that poor sod couldn’t even shuffle his way to work Amid the…

by Vincent St. Clare👁 19Read →

A question for Lady Liberty

My green lady Your amber countenance long kissed away by the seas' invisible lips All the while looking on as your city claimed land hand over fist During that time I fear, the greed of man chipped…

by UnliveingEnd👁 6Read →

Train Stop

I remember when I took a train to the city Half way through the journey the train stopped along the Hudson. And just for a moment I looked out on the empty expanse of water The rippling reflection of…

by Nathan3259👁 7Read →

Alice In The Dystopia

You always dreamt of being free, Living the way you wanted and acting however you feel. Everything seemed to be going well, but there was something missing there. Loneliness ate your soul when work…

by erikamaldonadov👁 9Read →

The City of Dreams

I moved to New York with a head full of dreams Left behind what I knew and was scared to face my fears I told myself "isn't this what you wanted? Why are you afraid?" I finally understood the changes…

by erikamaldonadov👁 6Read →

When In Awe-Inspiring

I am very excited to tell you about my favorite space – The Vessel, a tourist attraction in New York City. Opened on March 15, 2019, it still remains as one of the city’s newest outdoor attractions…

by kareenat5👁 9Read →

I Can Fly

I thought that i could fly - like the birds so high in the sky. But i never learned how to take flight, letting all the opportunities pass me by. I was a blue jay in a cage full of canaries A peafowl…

by hollynmcdonald👁 3Read →

Density

The trees in New York are so much wavier. There are different layers of opposites. Cattails in front of my nose, that house on the hill is staring into my eyes. I’m beginning to trust my gut more…

by HannahWheelerArt👁 12Read →

New York

New York; your streets have treated me quite well, And even in the darkest nights or rain, And even more in love with you I fell, So now my heart will never be the same. While through the streets of…

by j.g.👁 3Read →

New York

New York, You're a strange place. Filled with some that fit in and some that don't With some that fit in because they don't Some who make it, and some that won't And yet it seems as though every…

by Edan Wingfield👁 5Read →

brooklyn, i'm breaking up with you

somewhere i can hear her singing still. ‘new york i love you but you’re bringing me down’ new york is always bringing someone down. someone taking the train to the end of the line getting out at…

by avalontkenny👁 2Read →

Love, New York

My drunken lover, You came to me so many years ago With a suitcase and a smile I felt your hands against my weathered towers Every day as you ambled to the bus stop I felt the fabric of your jeans…

by gbridges👁 1Read →

Empty City

The rain was pelting pelting pelting everything as a young person ripped through New York streets like his feet were actually parts of a jet engine. It was after dark, but Manhattan never actually…

by OceanEyesBlueTides👁 3Read →

The Native

There I stood, at the corner of 5th and Broadway, sifting through friends and foe. The friends? Common pedestrians promenading briskly, as if lightning had struck their heels with each step. The foe?…

by hannahhopemathews👁 7Read →

New York

New York is the city of screaming nights, The city of dreams and blinding lights, Of taxicabs and honking horns, Where some dreams die, and some are born. New York is colorful and alive. Diversity…

by K.T.Arlene👁 2Read →

Black In America

Black In America. i felt it for the first time. how Ironic. I was always Black In America. my skin was always considered Black. i was always considered Black. i identified myself as Black. i lived in…

by JewelJackson99👁 5Read →

The Rug

My sister and I may be opposites And fight almost all the time, But when she packed and left for college I couldn’t help but cry. She fled our small town in Wisconsin To chase her New York dreams.…

by mspowerpoetry👁 2Read →

stained glass windows

stained glass windows the feelings i have for this city are those that i struggle to put into words calm rainy mornings and the way the rain sticks to the car window the little beads of rain like…

by pietschpoet👁 2Read →

The Things We Can't

A cell phone, The big flat-screen TV. The materialistic things in life That have become so commonplace, The easy answer for, "what can't you live without?" Well, I say something else. I can't live…

by daniellemarino👁 3Read →

Ou(R) Train

I fall in love with people for fifteen seconds at a time. A glimpse on the subway, A smile on the street, A brief connection in a café. There is a never ending supply Of beautiful souls in every…

by klunardiRead →

Beyond the rainbow (After Saroya Marsh)

Somewhere beyond the rainbow Beyond where streets are paved in gold Beyond where freedom’s gospel is quoted in stone There is a slavery song being sung against the bedside of a black boy A storybook…

by WordIzBondPoetry👁 7Read →

Empire Race

Looking at the ground, A horizon spreading into space, As buildings grow higher and higher, Humanities ego-driven race. We speed to be the best, Climbing always faster and higher, One project to…

by RanaDiana0303👁 3Read →