Best Nashville Poems

Downtown Nashville is a place I’d love to call my home,
With fine country singers dancing on the Grand Ole Opry-
With Dolly Parton and Kenny Rogers singing on the stage,
Sitting in the front row would be no one else but me!

The Country Music Hall of Fame...

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I left my hometown and didn't much look back,
headed southward bound in my Cowboy Cadillac,
arrived at this store to grab me some snacks,
Yea, they're right about this town, of how it really attracks,

Yea, here in the town called Nashville, where the Grand Ole Opry's on...

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She sat, caressing her tiny gold cross.
Then, a swift bullet, and into heaven,
With Angel’s wings, she had crossed.


Her Easter Bunny, does not know yet,
That she won’t hold him again, so he
Sleeps in peace and does not fret.


Her precious dolls, sit in her buggy.
Totally unaware, they...

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Head or tails is that your good side or the bad 
shiny, worn, new, old, smart, stupid societal
cash register?

We all get piled up.

Your denomination tells your class: two cents or fifty
indentations of personality ealge, flag, ego or in 
God do you trust? 

Fold a twenty...

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She's here even if you can not see her,
She's here even if you can not hear it.
She makes herself known with a crazy purr,
Mia is here, and she will never quit.

Jack watches us from a pleasant distance,
And he charges up to demand our love.
Letting us...

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there's a place to go
the lights are much brighter there
if you're that crazy
you can blow up an RV
and let the whole world stare...

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The check-out clerk stamped my date due
Into every book,
And said  ”Already, one month through”
With a wistful look.

“Another year has got away
Just like the other years”:
A trite, profound, chance thing to say;
Winter disappears....

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In Nashville, every bar is filled
With music and with booze.
The patrons fill the tip jars
Of whichever bands they choose.

The past four days we joined them,
Hearing songs and drinking beer,
But now we’re back at home
In our familiar atmosphere.

So tonight on Nashville’s Broadway,
As the fans prolong their...

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The day you left
My fall didn't take long
I still blame you
For all that went wrong 
And as I occupy 
This sofa of crumbs
l've crowned myself 
The king of bums

Because with you gone
Nashville forgot about me

I walk these streets 
Looking for pizza and beer
But so much...

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Scots-Irish borderers, devout, austere—
With Anglo-Saxons—made their rugged route
West from Watauga, in the chilliest year
Marked in history. Five hundred miles out
Across Kentucky , down to “Tanase”
They trekked with horses, cattle, sheep.
James Robertson led forth this odyssey
That halted opposite where bluffs of steep
And craggy cedar-guarded limestone, rose
Above...

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The monstrous spires uprise
But never touch the skies,
Vain, earth-foundationed monuments
To Life’s impermanence.

Expensive markers war with Time
Where lichen mosses climb
And cover up each hand-carved word
That tells of those interred....

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My girl and I we headed down to Nashville. 
With a box of songs and all my childhood dreams. 
We knocked on a lot of doors that didn't answer. 
They didn't want my songs or so it seems. 

So I took a job at the...

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Wave goodbye to this side
We took flight
Moving up to the sky
To a higher height 

Coming closer to the clouds
And away from the Earth
About half and an hour
To the concrete turf

Onto the runway
Was landed the plane
It will take a few days
'Til we're back again...

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These are poems for the victims of the Nashville Covenant School shootings.


Nashville Covenant Call to Love
by Michael R. Burch

Our hearts are broken today
for our children's small bodies lie broken;
let us gather them up, as we may,
that the truth of our Love may be spoken;
then, when...

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I Grew Up on Country Music
When Rock and Roll was king
My friends all liked the Beatles
But, that was not my thing
I liked to hear the fiddle
To hear the joy burst from the strings
I Grew Up on Country Music
When Rock and Roll was king

I remember me...

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