Bayou Poems - Poems about Bayou

A Limerick Poem AABBA A limerick A little windowpane trickled on the left behind diamond A cosmic milky way, solitude, and Bed, bath and beyond The word, to and fro, and surreal, a tenant, and the zealous zeal! Where about of these, all , felt as drops for basil bill, a Duncan hill A hue in the very first, in a hymn...

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Old timers say there’s a corner of the bayou in New Orleans Where booby footed pelicans and pink lovebirds are seen in a totem made along with turtle who has a needle nose and wildly colored chameleon who is wearing clothes At the bottom of this spirited display is a large crock Pretending to be a piece of driftwood or...

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As I watch the rain coming down in measured bursts onto the dark waters of the vast bayou. My mind notes the watery circles and bubbles that trace alligators asleep in the slough. I check my lines as the sun goes down. The wind fights me at every turn, causing my boat to rock. I've got three dead...

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Louisiana bayou full of pythons and alligators The boatman glides through the water holding his breath Wondering if something will get him By falling out of a tree or overturning his flimsy boat His journey feels longer today than ever before Horror story of alligator eating a man on the news this morning...

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Girl from a bajou running wild glowing in the Sun she said my personality was cleared and there was not anything lacking She's built her palaces on parasols When she was mine The World seemed turning Imagine never having to frown, by moonlight I found my belle on my way home she bestowed her trust in my hand then bid me adieu...

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In my arms I will carry you Feel no burden when I'm with you Veins in my stems will follow you I am your Tarlkin Bayou....

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The early morning fog bathes the green slime and trees in a gray hue as birds flutter to and fro and squirrels scurry from their beds, playing a tag game of “You're it.” and an early morning feast among shaking limbs and prying eyes. The Bayou comes awake to meet a new day. Sights...

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Hair as long as the Mississippi River, Eyes as dark as a bayou on a moonless night, kiss as sweet as a honeysuckle flower, and as dangerous as a rattlesnake bite. She's a southern sinful delight. Baptized by fire, she ain't like any other, her kind of lovin' makes the devil run for cover. Dancing in the fire...

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waves ripple the knees of hoary cypress dark waters encroach licked by an oily light spanish moss weave in and out of sifting shadows the flat bottomed boat carries my thoughts to a far bank where alligators bask and small white birds piggyback upon knuckled motionless hides if i go one way on this stream the skiff will dock near an amiable flock of other river boats if i go another way the maw...

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Honeysuckle scenting the warm summer night Getting drunk on sweet old apple wine Crickets chirping their melancholy tune Rocking on the porch beneath the wandering moon Soothing sounds of the bayou flowing Warm breeze from the south winds blowing Whispering through the leaves calming Winking fireflies light up the night glowing The tinkling of wind chimes off in the distance Smell the moss from...

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With the song of the crickets and ballet of fireflies, the Louisiana moon has nestled in the sky. "Bonsoir, mon amour", she whispers so sweet while watching from above as we drift off to sleep....

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Wandering through the bayou, wrapped in its eerie embrace. Mysterious and strange-- a magical place. Never seeming to change, even as seasons come and go, swampy waters ebb to and fro. Like long-lost daughters, gnarled courtly cypress trees rise from black, murky waters. Draped lovingly in Spanish moss, swaying softly in the breeze. Butterflies float across as gentle winds ruffle their leaves. Bouquets of wild hibiscus fill the air, mingled...

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Alligator with fierce but captivating eyes sometimes red glare The Man with a title given by the High Priest of his Tribe A man gifted at Birth for the World to be entertained by. Though much more then the Entertainer inside ~ This Man a poet , a man of...

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Some folks believe it. Others do not. The legend told in the Bayou Cannot. The only witness who can swear that it's true, are the creatures who live in the bayou. The owl told the gator, the gator told the frog, about the horror filled night that changed their home in the bog. Far off...

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The moon seems at rest behind the tree branches where sits a large owl perched in silhouette against its gentle glow. An occasional splash can be heard in the bayou across the roadway which glimmers like the stars with moonlit serenity. Nights warm summer blanket settles in with nature providing a clicking nocturnal chorus reverencing the close of yet another day. Enjoying the solitude with a pensive afterglow of contentment thankful...

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