Best Southern Poems
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How sweet is the southern beauty of a country rose blossom today.
Soft scents that float gently on the breeze through trees that sway.
With bare feet I wander country roads through heavenly display.
Across the emerald meadows on hills where butterflies play.
Skirt held high above knees in crystal waters of the creek I wade.
Sun kissed cheeks, rosy red as I lay 'neath the big oak trees shade.
I gaze up into the great cathedral of blue high above me.
In awe as downy white clouds float lazily along for me to see.
Like tiny feathers from heaven cherry blossoms fall to the ground.
Whilst off in the distance I hear the lonesome train whistle sound.
Quietly I watch a family of deer so shy as the tree line they grace.
Whilst the lonesome sound of the whippoorwill puts a smile on my face.
So thankful am I that these brown eyes can see.
This heavenly picture God has painted for me.
(PoetrySoup Format)
Worthy
beyond words
Warm, Wavy and Wild
Southern, Symmetrical and Shapely
~ Oh, those satisfying sensations ~
you give me
A
Bountiful Ballad
Blissful, yet Simple
Sophisticated-- (dedicated to you)
~ Oh, those satisfying sensations ~
you give me
Sipping
on Syllables,
Sultry-- (delicious too)
very Suggestive and Stimulating
~ Oh, those satisfying sensations ~
you give me
You:
(repeatedly indulge)
- in Nectarous Nouns,
Invigorating my Vocal Vocabulary
~ Oh, those satisfying sensations ~
you give me
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(Swept away in Sentences)
* Because Verbs Vibrate *
Relaxing to a rain song serenade
Which breaks the stillness of hot southern nights
Fat bullfrogs harmonize while crickets play
A melting moon drips waxy yellow light
The motion of the porch swing cools your sweat
It's rhythm synchronizes with fireflies
Romantic nights like these remove regrets
Because they seem to somehow hypnotize
And yet to you they may not sound unique
With rain song serenades and melting moon
Our breathless southern nights have a mystique
Tranquility sings such a peaceful tune
If you think southern nights are not your thing
Come spend one with me on my old porch swing
an original poem by Daniel Turner
In the dark of night, moon hidden from sight
Large snowflakes in flight and transcending white
Come morning's twilight, ice crystals ignite
They sparkle so bright as sun rays excite
The song birds unite, and softly invite
On the heart it writes , a poet's delight
January 6 2017
Monorhyme- 6 lines 10 syllables per line
by Daniel Turner
A Southern Memory
dusty, winding road
cotton crops glowing bright white
Mississippi mud
Robert J. Lindley, 3-25-2019
Haiku, (Time has flown)
I’ve been to every corner of this good old U.S.A.
From New York to Miami; from Seattle to L.A.
I’ve visited state parks from the east coast to the west
And many famous cities (San Francisco is the best).
But somehow in my travels, a few states I have missed.
So I have sat down tonight and made myself a list.
Cities I’ve not been to yet with sights I want to see
Lie in Arkansas and in the state of Tennessee.
In Arkansas my sister lives inside her lovely home,
And that state has some parts where I would like to roam.
Some day I must travel there, and see for my first time
Where Jenny lives (I must prepare myself for humid clime).
I’ve never been to Little Rock; I googled it to see
Attractions I could visit like the Clinton Library.
River Market District looks more interesting though.
Also there’s a city zoo, a place I’d like to go.
But Memphis, east of Little Rock, is calling more to me.
With Jenny, I would travel two more hours leisurely.
We’d laugh and talk our whole trip through
Like as kids we always used to do.
What I most look forward to is certain to be grand:
Elvis Presley’s mansion; I’ll be going to Graceland!
Since Presley died, I’ve heard about this landmark for his fans.
I’ve longed to go, but hubbie always had his other plans.
This vacation I must have. I’ve talked to Jenny and
It’s good to know I’d have with me my sister and good friend.
And maybe next we’d head down to the Gulf of Mexico.
That New Orleans is sure a spot I wish that I could go!
written Feb. 17, 2016 for the Take a Vacation contest
(A Blank Verse Sonnet)
In June, we traveled south to Memphis town,
a public poets' fete with Southern flair.
The mid-south heart unfolded nationwide,
an open cloak of warmth spread far afield
in concert with the sound and sense of rhyme.
A graciousness so coupled with its pride
to sharpen all who came in studied hope
and reasoned well effect, to prove result.
Yet seasoned poets put their pens aside;
the books they found, devoured with eyes and minds
already voiced the thoughts mankind repeats,
our ageless chants for hearts in love or pain.
The weather's pull to southern ports advanced
the lure of southern charm from heart to heart.
Down south, Magnolia trees are everywhere
Broad shiny leaves adorn this evergreen
Each spring sweet blossoms permeate the air
Their smell and beauty add to any scene
Their flowers are as large as dinner plates
Red violet base that fades to pink then white
So soft to touch it quickens all heart rates
It's smell so sweet it makes the head feel light
And then there is the secret of the south
For me, I know it is my fav'rite part
A southern belle will kiss and make you shout
Because the scent inflames a lover's heart
If you want someone you love to propose
Bring them down south where Sweet Magnolia grows
by Daniel Turner
Sweet and charming in everything I do or say
Outspoken when it is called for
Unique in my own right as I am sassy too
Talks with an accent that some like
Hospitable to each and everyone
Enjoys being a flirt
Really knows how to charm
Never gives away my inner most thoughts
Beautiful in my own right
Each day is another day to be
Learns manners early on
Lady like in all the public sees
Eloquent even when I do not want to be
by Tyr-Ziu Saxnot » Sat Mar 26, 2011 12:46 am
Johnny Cash, a Southern Gentleman
I knew Johnny Cash but never got to shake his hand
A hero, myth and a legend to so many that adored him
To me he was just a country boy , fine Southern gentleman
Entertaining , caring and unselfishly giving his best to them
He wrote and performed music of the simple freedom and country ways
Lyrics so heartfelt that tears naturally fell gloriously from the skies
Of love , life , danger, death and redemption that brings greater days
Seeking the answers to the questions of the how, where, when and whys
Gifting us all with his spirit and his love of helping those in need
Joyfully playing his music while dividing up his soul to share
Offering up his amazing life complete with it's heart to bleed
His love of life and concern for others never yielding there
His music taking second place only to his beautiful soul
Those crazy, wild and daringly foolish younger escapades
Only served to endear him to us while making his legend grow
May his memory live longer than the stars that heaven made.....
-Tyr , AKA Robert L.
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 heartbreak the pain
The ship of that day
Oh Savannah oh Georgia
You dear Southern Belles
We hear you forever
Plead guilty as well
Now savour your beauty
The new dawn can’t wait
Start combing your hair
It’s time for a braid
Nicole de Jager April 2018
BIO MODIFIED - SOUTHERN GENTLEMAN
Southern
Being courteous, sentimental, compassionate, helpful to others
I love Jesus, Southern Gospel Music, and Family
It is my plan to buy a new car, travel, and be on my own
Blessed to feel content, at peace, and filled with joy
My fear is not being ambulatory, losing my eyesight and being bedridden
Meet President Trump, restore late model cars, and sing bass in a gospel quartet
I am a resident of the great State of Georgia, one of the original 13 colonies
Gentleman
18 April 2020
For the contest sponsored by Dear Heart
~Southern Plantations~
(Tanka)
Magnificent great homes
Fill'd of much history and beauty
Majestic jewels
Fill with many memories
Some so good some so bad
Sun is going down
Ancient walls show amidt oak trees
Many stand so tall
Surviving time many wars
Elegant homes exuding such grace
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
Copyright@2011
May.9.2015
At first, I wasn't quite sure it was Spring until I felt a warm breeze, ever so gently, blow across my skin and heard the trickling sound of running water, fleeing Winter's icy grip. And I caught a whiff of Spring's unique perfume, lingering on a fresh, fragrant breeze, a rich, earthy aroma befitting Nature's favorite daughter. And dipping Her brush into a rainbow palette, Spring dappled color onto Winter's canvas of white, while unfurling trillions of leaves, to green the tops of the trees. She is the Goddess for whom the birds sing, an artist extraordinaire, and the giver of life. I welcome Spring with open arms, enchanted by Her inculpable beauty, genteel grace, and friendly, flirtatious southern-belle charm.
melting into spring
icicles shrink drop by drop...
winter bleeds water
"When I consider Southern Poetry, the soft breeze of grace and majesty of the Old South comes back, like a long ago paradise of flowers, cotton fields, hanging trees and song birds, a sweat savor. Christian Southern Gentlemen and their Ladies Fair, their majestic columned plantation homes; happy children playing before them. But I am reminded also of Confederate Warriors suited for battle, in long gray lines, defending our Southern homeland. Southern Poetry allows me to relive as it were, our history, heritage and culture, like a weary warrior returning for a respite from the ravages of war, but for a moment, return to the splendor, grace and the nobility, a collective memory buried deep within the heart of the South."
My memories are endless.