Best Dust Bowl Poems

The plains soil had turned dry
No rains made the crops die 

Red dust was everywhere 
That just made the land bare 

The harm they did not see 
Dry farm way was the key 

How to farm they knew not 
Winds blew away the lot.


Written 1st of July 2020. 
For Verses In Essence - 8 Lines...

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My eyes look upward to the dark sky
So many clouds yet the ground is dry

All around me nothing but the dust
We need rain badly it is a must

Wind is blowing clouds look alive
Thunder and lightning will soon arrive

A gap in the clouds a shaft of light
Here in the darkness shining so bright

Glowing large raindrops begiinning...

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Dust Bowl


Dust sifted through the dry wooden slats of the now empty homes.  No sunrise serenade nor rustle of flowing wheat greeted the parching sunrise.  Footprints long erased, carried on the wind of arid dreams, mistakes that scarred both hearts and soil. 



no sustenance here
greed’s empty bowl of dust
bent sunflowers mourn


John G. Lawless
7/12/2015...

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The earth now dry and cracked, like shattered glass upon the floor
Clouds hover over the mountains, refusing to cross the plain
Earth begs, then in resignation turns to dust and blows away...

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Oklahoma 
	electric blue skies,
	sun and wild winds
	tragic black dirt clouds 
	sand sifting through cracks 
	dry stalks
	bones - only bones 
	California...

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a mass migration  
heading west to farm the land ~
inexperienced 

in the arid soil
ordinary crops planted  ~
dry farming ignored

drought and poor farming
topsoil blowing in the wind ~
dust bowl created  
 
deep rooted plains grass
taken out and wheat planted ~
devastation looms 

across the great plains 
a dusty black flag unfurled ~
the days become...

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Sunglasses shade me under fig 
trees,
Our star weights heavy on a basket 
case,
No warm embrace for the northern 
forests,
We horde this titan for our own 
shores,
Roll and rock and roll your mind to 
the vast expanse,
Die inside before your time, before 
the reaper calls,
Sticks and stones, stones into bread,
The dust in the is bowl is...

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Way back around Nineteen Thirty Six
My mother was about Fifteen years old
Her folks still lived in Liberal, Kansas
During the depression and the dust bowl

Big clouds of dust would cover up the sun
Visibility was so much reduced,
The chickens confused by sudden darkness
Would cluck pitifully and try to roost!

Static electricity would build up
Once when one boy went...

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Listening to the Boss Singing 
The Ghost of Tom Joad,
Imagining the Okies as they
Travelled their Desolation Road.
Word Pictures  by Steinbeck,
Dust Bowl Ballads by Guthrie,
Green Pastures Of Plenty
Pretty Boy Floyd, Doh Ray Mi.

Ecological disaster,
Dust and drought,
Trees chopped down
Good land farmed out.
Then  came the winds
That blew the soil away
Followed by the Bankers
Who took their land...

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Dust covers the land,
     as a blanket does
       a sleeping soul.

Clouds gather in their
fluffy rows to bring
the long over due rain.

A quite stillness
covers the land
as it does before the storm.

Silence is broken as
the mighty thunder
calls out to nature.

A falling rain drop
kissing the dry earth,
 ...

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It's not the heat that is unbearable
it's the dust
dust holds us away from clean air
dirt dances in and around our lungs
a choked feeling that lasts forever
mixed together, heat and dust, slows down all.
Time and space does not exist 
an empty vast horizon, looms 
and lulls us to make peace with the dead earth
above, the merciless...

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A blessed soul has won a role, The Prince of Peace,
Of noble birth, a novice born a blue-blood,
Pontificate average those brevities,
Stemmed full of thorns wrangled beneath his rosebud.

Won The Papal States, Mona Lisa smiled, lost,
His tenure was mired in doubts--parts that he crossed,
A scorned tag as unfortunate of the popes,
A Florentine, a Medici, useless hopes....

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black balloons surround a doomed era
black flowers overtake the colorful effervescence
darkness lingers and makes tingle my fingers
life is a dust bowl day without you

i sit and watch my footprint sneeze on the dusty carpet
i stand and cry when the spiders poke fun at me in every corner and laugh
i scream and shout when the slightest...

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Play a role till the gold of your soul runs dry
leave the ghost town far enough behind
through the parched winter of the mind
search for virgin glitter on the next horizon

The sirens sing to endless weaknesses
it takes everything not to cave in... again
take up the rusted sifter and battered spade
while digging for gold you're making your...

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