Appalachian Poems - Poems about Appalachian

I don’t feel strong – my soul, it grieves I don’t feel wise – my spirit sighs, then weeps I don’t feel sure – my heart cries out I don’t feel resilient – my life is but a...Read the rest...

muddy waters recede give up beloved dead recovered appalachian songs eternal...Read the rest...

I wanted to find myself, so I got lost in the woods, Turns out life’s easier without all the shoulds. The rhythm of steps was a meditation Twelve hours a day in God’s lovely...Read the rest...

City born Northerners, Kiss the last rays of sunlight, With pampered lips While those of us born and raised In the south, Appalachian – We dust off the melting sun With a laugh that sheds the heat From our pores and...Read the rest...

You were born here, Blue Ridge foothills, spirits of Cherokee in Appalachia's olden heart and veins. Scots-Irish influence of beloved bluegrass, moonshine of the drinking kind. Your parents weren't the responsible type, as you and your three sisters spent your childhoods in foster care...Read the rest...

I came down from the mountain today and I couldn’t figure out who I was. I thought maybe I was a shadow but that requires something to block the light. I thought I was a...Read the rest...

They’ve always been there, unaware When I felt lonely, lost, longing For the presence of the light’s caress, Softly unfolding beyond the azure Skies, whispering joy over my soul, into Shimmering that twinkles, above In the skies and below, in my...Read the rest...

Hill country snow is thawing The wind is a Spring scented ripple - coltish Nature for a little while asks: "come and play" Of course you smile Long years are released from that tightly packed jail you had been carrying along for so long Now the...Read the rest...

Mornings, light and smiling Coffee brewing, black Meat frying in a cast iron skillet Grease, flour and milk, stirred together Gravy poured over steaming biscuits Granny’s breakfast – typically Grown to life from a wood cookstove Noon, gentle sunshine Picking cornfield beans, breaking The...Read the rest...

Long ago, formed by His hand Courageous and bold Like the oak and the elm Whispering truths Silencing every doubt They call to the spirit With tenderness, inspiring A fire that brings passion Alive, wild and warm, Soothing the spirit and Coloring the...Read the rest...

showers of castanets on a tin roof a stop-over for the night on the longest hike a bushel of owls in each drip of rain aftershocks...Read the rest...

Take that road down yonder, she said Toward the signpost that reads, lickskillet Turn right up thar and then left after that To a highfulootin road that’s paved in black After you see the red store building by the...Read the rest...

Every morning at close to four She made the coffee, percolated Poured it into cups with saucers And they each would have a cup Pouring the potent black liquid Into the saucers before drinking The cooling solution from them This was only...Read the rest...

Sawing logs, one after another Into two feet lengths Just for the specific purpose Of standing them up on the ground Awaiting the iron axe That will create a comforting Roaring fire in the hearth Come this winter’s cold Canning fruits and vegetables To...Read the rest...

I have a passion to hold a lamp aloft, to capture one acre of starshine before the sun writes a new dawn. Rusting Chevys bloom in the half-light. Nightjars depart on shadow wings. Shimmering’s walk toward my window on silver slippers. A...Read the rest...