My Brooklyn, My Brooklyn

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There's something about these streets I dwell
that differs from all else
a dark mystery is hidden deep
that helped me shape myself

My heart is buried in this street
in the cold, hard cement
I wonder what changed me here
and made my character content

The lights in the distance gave me hope
and the bridge showed me strength
I have stood here on this street
for hours and hours in length

My Brooklyn, my Brooklyn
I wish to meet again





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windryder said...
Aug. 16, 2010 at 10:20 am
i liked this. the meaning really comes across well.
 
apurvap94 said...
Aug. 14, 2010 at 8:10 pm
Nice depth with ryhme!
 
Thesilentraven This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Aug. 14, 2010 at 3:09 pm
I have never been to Brooklyn, but this poem made me feel like it is my home. Very well written! I consider myself drawn to Manhattan, so I understood your attachment to some extent. Well one!
 
Thesilentraven This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Aug. 14, 2010 at 3:09 pm
That is, well done.
 
brax34 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Aug. 14, 2010 at 11:19 am

i really like this poem, good job.

 

i usually dont ask for people to look at my work, but if you get time could you check out my poem: all i need is a comment or two

 
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