Cincinnati Poems - Poems about Cincinnati

Fake pyrotechnics bloom inside plastic strips. The night gets colder as Christmas carols limp on. I slip away from the dull concert into the unlit zoo, sure that among the sculptured caves and enclosures beasts pace their plots. Close by a large animal looms. I smell the weight of it, a matted moonlight awake under a thick pelt. Eyes spy each other through electric bodies. A...

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An old lady in Cincinnati is mean, vindictive and chatty She has fifty-three kittens She calls them all Mittens It’s no wonder she’s frazzled and catty Written 3/19/22...

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An old lady in Cincinnati Is mean, vindictive and chatty She has fifty-three kittens She calls them all Mittens It’s no wonder she’s frazzled and catty 2/11/22...

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There was a wee one they called Patty Who made his home in Cincinnati From Dublin to Ohio He left and decided to go His friends thought he was quite batty His mum thought it was a pity But he brought his green to the new city He brought over clover And spread it all over Everyone thought it was pretty Green Humor...

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There was a woman from Cincinnati Who'd put up jars of favorite spaghetti Think not her action was kinda nutty Flavor was great Hunger did sate The hearts of friends did send up confetti....

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LEAVING CINCINNATI Rumbling south over 1000 feet to freedom : The Roebling bridge, and below, Its Stars and Stripes hanging limp in the wind, A tugboat slowly pushing Sixteen blue-black coal barges, Almost sinking in the waves. Over the Kentucky line Turn right onto I- 71 to Louisville, Steel skeletons of bridges Left...

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this is not a poem but I might be coming to Cincinnati in about a week because my grandmother's last sister has finally passed....she Lived to a ripe old age and was very Loving and caring....the few times I have seen her in my Life, only Love was shared....she will be greatly missed.......

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For all of you, here is a little history: Professional baseball got its start in Cincinnati. The “Red Stockings” played in the Queen City. That was in 1869; over a century ago. Players were paid on the banks of the Ohio. With gloves made of leather, and bats made of wood, this year’s team is also pretty good. “Great American Ballpark” is...

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