Arkansas Poems - Poems about Arkansas

I was driving our new bus down a rural lane Potholes, rocks, the bus began to complain GPS didn't reach, I told the rock band As we bumped along in no man's land. This will wreck my guitar, said Tony the Rock: Don't they make tour buses with at least one shock? The drums were colliding, the keyboard took a spill The...

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They went mudd’n down at the water hole Getting their trucks filthy was the goal Grandma said they needed to bless her soul They baptized that old lady in the water hole Everyone has a beard down in the holler Because haircuts cost more than a dollar The best rednecks live in squaller My pig is Sophie, you may call her. We ride...

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Small Arkansas town had tolerated enough Deceased bully is now not so tough Lots of guns blasted the square that day They did not give the brute time to pray Gunshot came from every direction around It did not stop until the bully was on the ground Don’t mess with Arkansas, said Detective McBing None of the townspeople saw a thing...

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three women in their seventies travel four hours walk their feet off in largest art gallery around crystal bridges I am the baby of the group a mere seventy-two our driver is seventy-six our birthday girl is seventy-five the seventy-six-year-old is dancing around us as we limp around the night tour of a forest lit by fiber optics, with projector lights and sounds I do not remember being...

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motel lobby in arkansas close to the crystal bridges young man with tattoos walks to large creamer he begins to pump creamer into coffee sees me and indicates I go ahead of him. Ii shake my head ‘no” tell him to go ahead, he will be quicker than me two polite strangers making conversation in a motel lobby in arkansas I sit down to...

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I am going on a trip to Arkansas with four friends, all women, older than me in their seventies; not late, but middle most of them rarely travel figuring out a place to stay took four days I thought we had it on day one but no one got back to me by text I finally had to call them and leave...

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Come one, come all, down to the Candy Cat Paw! The most fabulous kitty store in old Arkansas. We have Animal Twists and Meow Mix too. Mom and Dad, there are kitties waiting for homes with you. They are being weighed and petted around. We’ll sell them to you cheaply, by the pound. Come one come all, down to the Candy...

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The sun raises up over the ridge The sky shines a multitude of colors Pink with a tinge of purple That only lasts for a few precious moments Some mornings the clouds Come down from the sky into the fields Allowing a walk in the mist Who knew it was possible to walk in the clouds The fields are filled...

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Isn’t she beautiful? When you top a steep slope and look down upon her hills, tumbling over each other for miles, covered in greenery of new spring, you realize that she, the land, is immaculate. But she, the people, is often disappointing. Do not blame the ground; she only holds them. You shouldn’t blame her, everyone everywhere will never...

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Happy birthday, Sister Elsa, It's known for its abundant park; The wilderness of Arkansas Hosts the night beasts in the dark. Topic: Birthday of Elsa Mercurio (March 22)...

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Caves and lakes, pine trees, apple orchards. Festivals to honor summer, spring, and fall. Arkansas has the hillbilly music I grew up on. Blue grass too. Grab a fiddle and join us! The roads are winding and hilly for this is the Ozarks. If you are visiting Arkansas, make it in the fall When the apples, pumpkins and gourds are...

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Attended an Arkansas small-town celebration a few years ago somewhere on the map, where two-lane roads were in need of repair, driving for hours and eating dust caused despair. We met our friends at a specific destination, so glad to see familiar and friendly faces, had an opportunity to take a picture with a queen, an honorable title of Miss CatfishTeen. The...

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The bears are invited Grandpa said casually. My heart turned cold. I just got my closet put back together from their last year’s visit. I decided I would hide my hot pink nightie, and my rainbow feathered boa. Lulu and Mumu were my bear cousins from Arkansas, adopted by my Aunt Fran Harmless except they loved pretending they were divas. Last...

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An Arkansas Traveler All our troubles we wanted to unravel Did travel on Arkansas road of gravel Would have to hear a humming sound Even though no other car was around. Were astound by site of countryside Forever there we both want to abide Hearing sounds of horses and a cow Where we wanted to live some how. Like Arkansas there is no other...

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Saw No Bra in Arkansas First lady we ever saw With now bra from Arkansas A huge crowd did draw. Both bosoms were at their best Of time truly passed its test As they stood at rest. Raise up what could cause them to Like soldiers always new Short crew cuts should do. When crew wanted to bail out Orders they forgot to shout Now do have...

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