NYC Poetry

chaos turning into poetry in the big apple

NYC poetry

 

As I sit here

In the ever present company of a stranger

As it is everywhere I go in this town

I wonder about the life we have all lived

I think about the minds before me

And the mysterious look

Falling from people’s eyes

Dreams of this reality I call now.

New York City

The noise in the streets

The constant honking

Lights, pubs, cameras, buildings

I can’t help but breathe in the chaos

And breathe out poetry

My lungs full of thoughts

Empty images translated into words

Reviews

[Shimmerbliss/CAF]

I like this! It is a window on your life...a snippet of what you see, and how you feel. Quite different and refreshing!

[Circe]

Very soulful poetry.... introspective with the kind of imagery that captures the lonliness of each passing moment.

[Rod]

That was the idea Circe, thanks for the comment :)

[Woody]

the Big Apple has inspired so many poets and painters and what you've written here is fascinating. there's an easy flow to your poetry. uncomplicated. love the last four lines.

[Rod]

Thanks a lot Woody! NYC is such a chaotic place, like any big city I guess, but somehow among all the people, buildings, bridges, cars, stress, puff puff, honking, shouting if you pay close attention it kinda it's like the city is playing jazz. Thanks for the review!

[Tiffany K Charles]

I LOVE IT....... in all of it's essence.....a masterpiece classic.....

[Rod]

Thanks for reading!