She wears her New York shirt, as I envision her as my statue of liberty, standing in her essence, I sometimes get on my knees to look up at her as if she is truly a queen with a crown upon the crown of her head, the hurricane that crashed into her shores only symbolize the result of what happens when I come crashing into her life with passion, her twin towers cannot explode, but I do make them weak in the knees from flowers with pollinated scents that even the honeybee would be jealous of, she is my New York, mother city of all mothers, I tour her underground subway and topside, feeling as if I am in a rush at times because of the fast pace, her face are the bright lights, cause they say my New Yorker never sleeps, and its hard to sleep when I creep upon her to cradle her at night in between the sheets, holdin her and protecting her as if I were fearin a next terrorist attack, I stay at her front as she stays at my back, so I can absorb every piece of destruction that tries to topple her over, ground zero has never been so good to be buried in, bricks of love and be here with me cover me, along with the ash that snows down that symbolizes her continual care that rains down on me, She is my New York, my Big Apple, cause the apple was the reason we went into sin, but to take a bite of her fruit is refreshing and nourishing, My New York, in the thunder and rain, she shines brightly with no rainbows or sunlight, the fight I endure to protect her and consume her, from her Wall Street where her money is kept to the top of her Empire State, I admire every single inch of her, I stick out my tongue to taste her night air, catchin particles of her among my taste buds, tasting her love and this is a recipe that cannot be found in any cook book, she looks prettier than the first day I met her, cause when I met her, I wasn't accustomed to this big city life, but over time, the bright lights have consumed me, yet I still have a hint of country inside of me, appreciating the little things that I'm so used to, flowers brought to her in dozen units, and massages that tell her my feelings through hands, until my hands can caress her and rub away all of her fears, tears stream down my cheek as she 9/11 my soul, exploding away the impurities of my inner being and making me whole again, as she rebuilt me into somethin 110x bigger and better, this is my New York, a city of 8 million, but to me, the city in which I call my own
Artist JoeMac
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Miss_chaniel says: Nice poem !!!! New York best best place |
OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY Artist JoeMac
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