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Brooklyn Bridge Poems

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The Windy Day

By Alden

The Brooklyn Bridge

With It’s dark shadow and blowing wind,  

Shhhhhhh

Is it nice up there?

A cold fall day was blowing around us almost like a tornado

The rippling water goes far and wide swirling around in the dirty river

All day long

With the crashing noises of the train going far, far, away

It was a beautiful day

Smelling salty water all day long

Everybody is happy but freezing all at the same time

In their warm fall jackets

The colorful leaves go down as they change colors

A beautiful rainbow was falling to the ground      

All fall long

So quiet like a butterfly fluttering around      

As content crowds of people walk fast and slow

All day long

On The Brooklyn Bridge


Cold Days At Brooklyn Bridge Park

by Alex Amorosino

Cars honking in the traffic

Trains zooming like horses running

Water splashing on the  rocks

Cold air running on my face

Asking myself why is it so cold?

Birds calling like they’re trying to tell us something

Rocks crunching under people’s heavy feet

Bridges carrying 1000s of pounds

Brooklyn Bridge is busy

Leaves crumbling as they hit the cold ground l

Go to park and play

Get warm and have fun

Happy it doesn’t feel like winter to me any more


Sunday Unfunday

(Editor’s note: Asher was unable to join us because he was sick at home)

by Asher Cohen

I woke up at 4 am, and had a sore throat.

I tossed, tossed, tossed and finally dozed off.

I woke up at 7 am and felt tired, sick and angry.

It was official, it was Sunday Unfunday.

No tennis, no baseball, no outside time, only tea for me.

Spent the day in bed and was bored out of my head.

My room was as cold as a late fall day.

The bed was as sturdy as a building.

Lucky for me I got a magnificent, marvelous, masterful,  bowl of Homemade chicken soup from my Mom.

Being with my mom and dad made me feel marvelous.

Do I have a virus?

Boom, boom, boom. All I could hear was the construction workers.

My bedroom was as dark as midnight.

Next Sunday will be a Sunday Funday.


WINTER NOT SNOW

BY Avery Rosen

Sunny bright skyscrapers,

Dark choppy seas,

The crisp, cool air,

Is beyond Compare.

Boats are speeding,

Pigeons are eating,

The sky’s a magic, majestic, marvelous blue,

There is a carousel that has animals from the zoo.

The trains are honking

And I wonder if old man winter is knock, knock, knocking.

I feel very alive.

The Brooklyn Bridge is very, very grey and big,

We sit on a cold stone bench,

I’m trying to forget the pigeon stench,

As we write with our hands freezing,

My classmates are joking and nicely teasing,

Hahaha

This is DEFINITELY New York winter.


The Brooklyn  Bridge  Up  and Down

by Bailey Wolfman

With the tall skyscrapers reaching to the sky

“Go fly hi”  

What if they fall

On the crashing waves?

The salty sea air

Washing onto the hard rocks

With the hard wind howling in my ear

With the carousel whirling like a slow roller coaster under it

With the trees waving with the rolling waves


Winter By The River

By Crosby

Bang rumble goes the train

The cold breeze brushing on my face

Antarctica survival challenge  

The dark blue water splashing on the hard rocks

The sweet salt water going up nose

The east skyline of Manhattan

Dark blue

Cold wind

Rippling water as it rains coldness

I imagine fish swimming in the river

And then somehow we have to go back


Cold Park

By Ezra Mundy

Cold

Water splashing

Bold busy bridge

Cars

Racing along

The highway

And bridge

Zoom!

Where are they going in such a hurry?

Boats

Moving across

The water

As if they’re going somewhere important

Where are they going?

In the park

Like a forest with roads in between

Shivery park

Cold


The Cold Day

By Gia Garland

The Earth is icy

People are talking as waves are crashing

It feels like it is going to snow right now

My nose is numb

The wind feels cold but nice                                                                                                                                                                                          I feel like an ice statue

The smell of seawater comforts me

Why is it so cold outside?


Happy  D.U.M.B.O. Trip

By Jade j. Young

Salty as the ocean when eating minty gum

wavy, splashing water

Calm, cold, playground shaped like boats?

Alldaycoldassnow

East river, weirdly shining sun on such a freezing day?

Very, Very, Jumpy

All hills closed
Fun D.U.M.B.O day


 

D.U.M.B.O.

Haiku

By Jade j. Young

Dumbo was freezing

It had to be on the trip

Hand games played both ways


Cold Like Ice

By Kieran

brrrrrr

Splash crash

Cold   

In Brooklyn Bridge Park

Face like ice

Zip up it’s freezing  

cold like ice


 

East River Waves

By Laiali Tapper

Waves rippling and washing up on the rocks

Whoosh whoosh where do they come from?

Green shadow and then they flow into blue

Wind pushing back making you feel as light as a feather,

Trees swaying making the leaves ruffle gently

Like they’re about to fall  

Swoosh

Cars honking in the distance

Crisp cold air like the water

Surely freezing

Yet…a sense of calmness washes over me


No sleep till…Brooklyn

By Lorenzo Brigode

I see the Brooklyn Bridge

In my mind I see the George Washington Bridge   

I hear the trains’ noises, horns and tracks

HONK HONK!

CLICK CLACK!

HOOOOONNNNNK!

I touch paper I sit on the cold cement…

Why am I writing this poem?  

I don’t know…

I smell sea salt

I see the cold, calm waves

I feel as chilly as a popsicle

I wish I had soft fur… as a matter of fact

I would love a pair of wings…


The Park Between The Bridges

      by Makeda

The park between the bridges
Is something you should see
With mossy rocks
And swaying  waves
And the salt scent of the sea
With orange leaves falling
And the sun shining on your back
With the shadows of the bridge shining on the water
Which is like a camel with a humped back
Super rocket tire swings that makes me dizzy
And pirate ship playgrounds that make me feel silly
Wonderful lawns
That make you sing songs
I wonder if your friends will sing along
Parks like these  
With buzz buzz bees
Are things we need
And the park between the bridges
Is something you should see  

 The Bridge’s Park

by Margot Story
Deep blue is rippling
Waves are crashing
Rocks are beautiful
Flecks of color strewn around me
The trains are bumping
On the blue bridge
It’s like music
Moving through the air
Moving through my head
Cha-ching
The cold
Very cold
Makes me bundle up
Lots of layers
Wool socks
A beanie on my head
My friends are all around me
Laughing in the sunshine
Golden sun
Honey leaves
My world is of color
It is so beautiful
How have I never seen this before?
The world needs places like this
Where you can get away
And relax
And sing songs
A fresh chicken sandwich
The tire swing
Hair braided
With pretty purple petals
The cold
Has never been so warm
I feel my heart
Beating against my chest
As I let myself fall into this beautiful,
Colorful world.

Contrast in Brooklyn

by Miles

The waves splashed in the bright rays of sun, clashing with the jagged rocks

The wind howled like a wolf in the cold day

A chill came over me as the air swept through me

The beams of light met the ground and warmed it with its power,

The shadows creeped over the cement freezing everything it touched

Shattered glass sprinkled the floor and shimmered in the light

Whoever wants a windswept waterscape needs only their eyes in Brooklyn

That day was an explosion of contrast and color

Like a time bomb of color just waiting to explode

BOOM!


The Bones of Brooklyn

By Nate CS

The Brooklyn Bridge is my favorite bridge.

I get to drive across it every week!

But walking across it is much better

I enjoy seeing the love locks linger there.

I’m refreshed to watch the water splash under the bridge

I can always see boats crossing below.

The sound of cars never leaves my head

I can’t picture what it would look like without the bridge there.

The brown bricks of Dumbo would be all you see.

The flag is small but flaps wildly in the wind,

I wish I could embrace the glorious colors,

Red, white, and blue.

New York City is a person,

Manhattan is the body and the bridges are the bones

So if the city is a person,

I wonder what we are?


American Flag

October 26th 2016

By Romy Croquet

Roses are red violets are blue.

The waves crash down on the river too.

You can sit on rocks by the stream or on the grass.

There is a carousel covered in walls of glass.

At the park we hear dogs bark.  

I saw an American flag as we all played a game of tag.

We saw birds pass by.

They flew into the sky.

It was a sunny day.

The kind of day you want to play.

The kind of play where you want to run.

The kind of run that is so fast you could fall

The kind of fast that’s fun.

The kind of fun run.

I wondered how some bricks ended up on the shore.

There was also an apple core.

I see and smell the river.

The weather made us all shiver.

Then we all got on the subway.

Thinking about our day…


Blue Ocean Bridge Park

By Sam Soldo

I love the blue ocean

The happy energy

The pebbly curvy rocks.

I see the tall buildings and

I hear the the “swoosh swoosh” boats.

I see the splashy water in the ocean.

I hear planes and the train trailing.

I feel happy with a lot of energy

Which reminds me of the beach.

The big side to side waves were

As small as a little chipmunk.

I wonder why the waves aren’t that big?  


A COLD FALL DAY

By Setsuko Bey

A cold fall day

I see the wavy water crashing  

The rocks are toppling on top of each other   

Seaweed slipping and sliding through the rocks

Boats going through the waves

I see the red Verizon building, it must be warm in there

I’m freezing

Why just why is it so cold outside

Sniff sniff said my nose

I want to be warm in my bed

My stomach is grumbling I want my rainbow bagel

I’m in lots of jackets but still cold

“Sunlight” I yell

Halleluia!

sun sun sun

My life depends on sun

I’m thinking about pickles

My partner is finished so am I

We’re on the tire swing at the park

Ahhhh I’m going so fast

My brain is swirling round and round

My heart is beating very fast buboom

We’re taking a picture, say “Field trip!”

The birds are chirping – they want my popcorn

It is as cold as a penguin in Antarctica

Its lunch, yay!

Yum yum yum yum yummy oh yay

I sang that song about a million times in my head

The gray and blue train came

Rumble fumble tumble the train went down the track

We all  screamed “ahhhhhhhhhhh”

I see a bride, her dress is as swift as a cat

Brooklyn Brooklyn Brooklyn it’s only Brooklyn

The End


               

Brooklyn Bridge Park Experience                     

by Yves Ayache       

I’m sitting in the warm sun while I hear waves crashing against the rocks

Me and my friends are studying the view while we take notes

So cold we laughed so hard our hands were freezing as ice

First I was chilly and now I’m warm

We saw a yellow water taxi with black stripes and a speed boat leaving

flows of water behind

Vroom vroom said the speed boat

Toot toot said the water taxi

We went to the park with pirate ships

We played tag

Seeing surroundings as a colorful way of life

Why is that

I wonder

Am I like John Cabot?   


Fall

By Zen

                                                  

We were in Brooklyn while the wind was blowing,

The waves were crashing,

The leaves were swaying,

The subway was running,

People were talking “When’s lunch!!!”

And the boats were racing. Kind of.

                                                                                                                             

      

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       

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