Florida Poems - Poems about Florida

they chain you up strip you down the lights never go off— just the screams shift to new throats. the guards play blind, or worse, they bet on who breaks first. some poor bastard bleeds in the shower and another one learns not to cry too loud. this place doesn’t correct— it cultivates. grows men like tumors full of rage, their names erased, but not their pain. you let them rot in filth and...

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he didn’t blink when the light caught his face— just stared like a dog too long in the rain. no prayers, no cries, no family on the concrete bench. he killed for sport, like swatting flies— and still the world made room for him. the guards were tired, the chaplain bored. death smelled like disinfectant and steel. he coughed once. then again. then silence. nobody wept— not even the devil. ...

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Hip to a choice life green flags and emerald waves, that vacation state....

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they said it was the sun, but it was her eyes— blue like drowning, and I looked. I didn’t whistle, I didn’t speak, just looked. they dragged me out like a busted dog from a hot porch, shouting things even the devil would blush at. the rope was older than the tree, and the hate older than that. tell her I forgive her— but never them. ...

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they built a ballpark over my bones, laid asphalt like a priest's last lie— no headstone, no name, just beer guts and baseball caps spilling nacho cheese where I once bled. I was twenty-three, shot twice in the alley behind Leroy’s Bar, the paper called me “suspected.” that was all they needed. the morgue forgot me, the state ignored me, and my mother— she wept until the flies outnumbered her...

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they said justice but meant just us and here I sit— a roach in a cage of light, the hum of the air thick with bleach and lies. my skin was the evidence. my eyes—guilty. no rich man ever came this far south to die in a room this cold. I write with broken pencils and dream of rain, the kind that doesn't stop. ...

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A tangle of moss in the new gray dawn— Palm fronds whisper hush, hush— Waves shiver on the sand. The sea sighs like a tired dreamer. Fiddler crabs scuttle sideways in the hush— Sideways like folks around here, Slipping sideways in the hush. Behind ragged shacks, I stand. Smoke curls like a question mark. A rooster crows a single note of gold. Somebody’s frying fish,...

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The sun still spills on the oranges' skin, Bright as the lies we bury within. The sea is patient, the palms still sway, But silence gathers at the edge of the bay. How many rules must the warm wind bear Before it forgets how to kiss the air? They scribble statutes in hurried ink— Do they ever pause long enough to think? Children...

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I am poor and Black, living in Florida, Where the sun shines bright but justice hides. My rent climbs higher than my paycheck dares, And landlords call it legal—so it stands. I walk through heat that melts my hope, No breeze for me, no break in sight. Police lights flicker like a warning flame— Too often, they stop me, never explain. The schools...

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There are vultures perched on the lampposts of Florida You can hear their young calling in the morning breeze They search for the desert that was once their home It's forgotten for now, a relic of the past So they just sit and wait...

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spring's divine gifts sing notes composing spirits high ... Florida is mute...

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The river runs with silver light, A ribbon wound through fields of white. The moon looks down, so round, so bright, On love that whispered in the night. She walked alone, her heart so wild, A dreamer lost, a trusting child. Soft words had lured her to the deep, Where water sings and shadows creep. Beneath the branches bending low, She met the one...

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Busy month my family very sunny here in Lakeland during covid July 1st 2020 filled with plans for the 4th of July and celebrating my husband and I wedding anniversary my granddaughter loved baking for us I adored raising my granddaughter summer reading programs in Florida keeping her on track although her allergies asthma...

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Tick-tick. The countdown starts, Dreams ignite in hopeful hearts. Eyes so wide, they cannot stray, The Florida sky calls them to stay. Whoosh. Whoosh. A rocket’s flame, A silver arrow carves its name. Thirty-eight years, yet echoes ring, Of seven souls who chased the spring. Boom. Boom. The morning cracked, A plume of white, the silence stacked. “What happened?” they cried, young voices shake, As innocence crumbles with the...

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Siesta Key Florida is a favorite endeavor. where we have taken our family vacations forever It is inexpensive and fun; we used to go there in inclement weather. Pure white quartz beaches are never hot on your feet. Water activities and family-friendly concessions are sweet. Playground there for children cannot be beat....

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