Kansas Poems - Poems about Kansas

The wind is readying himself for meadow and forest war My trees are touching their roots Robin nest is on the ground Squirrels are scrambling Wrens, sparrows and cardinals issue warning tweets and whistles Urging us to take shelter before wind explodes with rage Humans go to basements during tornadoes Do birds fly off? Hide under moss or violets? Frantic sounding tweets and...

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A pillow and a blanket I have brought up here It’s marvelous today, warm balmy air Rejuvenating me, as nothing else can Kansas in May, better than the promised land...

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Record high today for April 9th Supposed to be 75 this afternoon Dogs and I are sitting on our Kansas porch Bird speak echoes off the forest shelves Surrounded by woods and water We listen to the lively tweets Sound of a jet plane disturbs us briefly Silence again except for the excited wrens and robins Cardinal flies by...

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Meercat was invited to a field one day He had never been to one, so he said “hooray!” The field was yellow, with lots of happy heads. What are these flowers called? He asked the river beds. The river beds laughed. But answered not. They are sunflowers yelled a hillbilly from a cot. You are in Kansas now, so you’d better...

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It is over sixty degrees today Unusually warm for pre-March Kansas I sit on my porch, sunbathing Wearing corduroy slacks, a jacket and tennis shoes A swift breeze gives my face a bit of a chill My fingernails are black, so I do a little grooming What did I get into? The black comes out as crumbles. My dogs are overjoyed that...

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The Chiefs went to New Orleans to do a war dance. However, they got burned by the seat of their pants. It seems Custer at Little Big Horn had a better chance. The team was hoping to win their third Super Bowl in a row. Unfortunately, the fruitless effort was a no-go. Come Monday morning, plenty of Kansas City fans...

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A Winter's Morning in Kansas January's trees stand dark and bleak, stripped of Spring's bud and Summer's leaf, and Winter's wind rattles bare and dry twigs, deep crevices quarter newborn Earwhigs. Lower clouds hang brown and grey. Higher clouds catch the morning ray and the silvery light of the coming day. I sit on my porch watching squirrels at play. Old age is now...

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Glow- sky Crows fly Airy Prairie River Giver Aids flow Blades grow Gold plains hold grains Vista’s kisses: Vast strands grasslands...

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winter is on hold October feels like summer Kansas looks like the Ozarks hills and trees, trees and hills ninety-two degree day in late October weirdly no longer abnormal in Kansas...

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my legs welcome the warmth of the Kansas sun bird with a screech makes weird noises sweat bee hovers close to my left ear I swat at it with my notebook clouds are moving tremendously slowly an asymmetrical opening shows light blue sky this peephole is surrounded by brilliant white have clouds always been this pristinely graceful? dog brings up empty water bottle...

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one hundred degree heat confining and oppressive humidity is holding me back I feel tired and uncomfortable traveling nowhere because I do not want to get into a hot car sitting on excruciatingly painful leather seats driving in traffic with others who are uncomfortable confined and oppressed, because this is the Midwest and it is August, and humidity is killing us...

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a hundred degrees in Kansas feels like two thousand degrees somewhere else we cannot get comfortable sweat is rolling down the small of our backs. our dogs are lollygagging with tongues hanging out the humidity of the Midwest is our undoing...

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It is one of those perfect Kansas days Seventy-eight degrees and breezy It feels like seventy I have propped the front door open Confident because I no longer have a cat The last time I did this Peepers brought in a wiggling mouse dangling from her mouth I yelled “NO!” and Peepers dropped him He ran for an empty filing cabinet. I took it...

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Poetry Soup wears a new face ~ it's like wandering in a strange place as if blown away with tornadic force ~ floundering its way off course after reading new lines, I gave a shrug ~ like Scrooge, I said, "Bah! Humbug!" ...

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I have flowers all over the yard not planted, but rather in pots for this is Kansas Clay country Sometimes I Iong for the fields of Iowa where even the bottom lands has pliable dirt this clay encourages renegade trees I have tripped over them and fallen down three times this week You would think I would have caught myself at least once being 72 is...

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