Best Savannah Poems

I'm an estuary of ivy-furs,
sleeping in monsoonal moonglades of love~
as the savannah sun of sunset blurs,
slowly unveiling stars with golden glove. 

When russet- fairies twirl in a bronze lake,
singing with springs of watermelon wand,
an untouched summer unfurls behind ache, 
lacing twilights with lush wishes, so...

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Beautiful little girl
With tiny little feet
Hair in curls
She' so sweet

Long thin bones
Structure so smooth
God blessed you
You're so cool

Christian home
Filled with love
You were sent
From God above

(Our Minister of Music and wife have been trying to adopt a child for several years.  Finally 
got a little...

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There was an uneasy feeling that night on the savannah.
The creatures were jumpy as they huddled and grazed.
Startling at each new sound, one stamps its foot and
the vast herd flees, from what they are unsure.

The lions creep through the long grass setting an ambush.
The first...

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I go in search of an elusive Muse.

Her flight has left my vessels cracked and dry.

Shafts of moonlight bathing o’er savannah,

radiates no mist of magic in my mind,

where once we danced in step with wildest drums

and from my pen out flowed the words with ease.

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African savannah grassland;
The grove world of beautiful lands.
Open and vast with opportunity
For every lion to go hunting.


The grove world of beautiful lands
For every lion to go hunting,
Watching is culture perched on a branch
Upon the decaying to come and feast.


For every lion to go hunting
Upon the...

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SORROW SPRINGS IN BLACK SAVANNAH
By Immaculata Ortner

Sorrow springs in black savannah
Where nature proved its pride
Silence sting like ancient drone
As dark melody rose 
Winging high in spike like dragon spew
As discomfort swells in black souls
Our top was not so high
Neither was our thoughts wild!
When strangers flirt...

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Plucked i am,
From the flowering mopane
By the mother of the mischievous ones,
Only to be reduced
To a reproving stick.

Safe and secure i am,
Or rather i think i am
In my seemingly fortified pod.

Later disposed into the arid savannah
Where the hooves of migrating buffaloes
Forcibly crush me out
Seeding me...

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Savannah Rose
Annoying, friendly, caring, listener
Sister of Aaron and Carolyn
Lover of Art class, books, and my...

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We
had
to make
a dash from-
rhinos in a crash...

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Blazing bush-fire rages in the Savannah
With bright red eyes and fast moving legs
One ponders survival of flora and fauna 
But it is not an ordinary wild bush fire

With amorphous and elastic fiery tongue
He is sectarian, wise but morally corrupt
Selecting only humans and sparing the rest
He...

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MY NAME IS ---SAVANNAH ROSE SUNFLOWER



 my name Savannah
my favorite flowers are
Roses Sunflowers

one is shaped like fist
       and the other looks like the sun
both which bright colorful

radiant colors
and O’ how I love them so
Savannah Sunflowers



9/25/19
Written words by James Edward...

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Savannah your the source of all my stress
And you played me like a game of chess
Checkmate you know the rest
I will never back down and I will not digress
This was all written to express
How much i ****ing hate you is what i need to confess
In...

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Plucked i am,
From the flowering mopane
By the mother of the mischievous ones,
Only to be reduced
To a reproving stick.

Safe and secure i am,
Or rather i think i am
In my seemingly fortified pod.

Later disposed into the arid savannah
Where the hooves of migrating buffaloes
Forcibly crush me out
Seeding me...

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Dear Southern Gals

Savannah - oh honey
You beautiful Belle
Your locks long and loose
And silver as well
Muted mementos
Of suffering of pain
Of tears you have wept
Long rivers of rain

Georgia - oh honey
You dear southern Belle
Your story is cruel
And shameful as well
Your tresses have witnessed
In somber green gray 
The...

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The sun saturates the Spanish moss,
hangs from the oaks like a lacy dress

A lovely, warm grayish green under the sea, 
showing every stitch in the lace, swaying like a living reef

Nature created a lace that sun nurtures and air gives water
There is a sting nestled...

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