Americana Poems - Poems about Americana

...Pick a place you want to go The answer never will be no How about a rustic inn? One where we have never been With cottages on private coves Overlooking lilac groves Horse and buggy romance ride......Read More

...Ice, ice, baby You pour me over maybe A straw to pierce the depths Inhale the deepest breaths A fancy glass all fluted In milky joy I'm surely rooted A scoop of whizzed banana Tastes of pure......Read More

...It's a day. There's a flip in it. First bit is a blah, blah, blah - lots of stuff we'll deal with later. You know, how it might all end as relayed by a doctor, but that's deferred until Monday and ......Read More

...Panagiota Romios Spirited, elaborate and gracefully She weaves with ease her poetry Wistful, yet strong, carries her own A starry queen on her exalted thrown She writes to please......Read More

...One day let's just sit together Both our legs in the other's entwined We'll read each other short stories And prose from the great poets of time I Then let's watch some old movies Your choice f......Read More

...William Bonny AKA Billy The Kid A Tale Of Billy The Kid By Robert Gorelick “Quien esta?” Bang! It’s over, you’re a legend now, Billy. Born in Hell’s Kitchen in ramshackle con......Read More

...A chilly mist hung in the air that Sunday morning in April when I pulled up in front of Harpers Grove Community Church. The gravel parking lot was rapidly filling up, and folks, nodding cordially to ......Read More

...It was old Woody that lured me with Dust Bowl Ballads and so much more Telling stories of a West That I'd never heard before. I was with the Okies as They travelled down the road Got a new he......Read More

...Nineteen good guys with guns, But no balls; Your tax dollars at work. Requiem Americana.......Read More

...This town, this Silk Road had no toll to pay yet from the east caravans again fill its pharaonic marble and glass temples. Monolith malls rise its clefts, eco-wilderness morph into mult......Read More

...The Day Your Child Stabs You Version 1 In order to weep I guess I must care; At least enough to stress Over these words, to share. To her free mind, half mine She stares down at me... But......Read More

...Indestructible, for Johnny Cash by Michael R. Burch What is a mountain, but stone? Or a spire, but a trinket of steel? Johnny Cash is gone, black from his hair to his bootheels. Can a man......Read More

...Progress by Michael R. Burch There is no sense of urgency at the local Burger King. Birds and squirrels squabble outside for the last scraps of autumn: remnants of buns, goopy pulps of dil......Read More

...Impressive behemoths iconic eyefuls clutter its cortex that is of the manmade plateau as it rises from end to end sloping in its outstretched suburbia that is hunkered ......Read More

...“Deep, deep, deep. Listen and hear our faint gait. Sanitation, fluorescent lights, and a PC pillow for smother. Agree! Agree! Atone! Suck it in and suff-o-cate. White-ness. Black. Ev’ry creed, fai......Read More