Kudzu Poems - Poems about Kudzu

Decades ago, a severe drought took its toll And many parts of the U.S. became a dust bowl To control the erosion of the soil The Kudzu plant was introduced amid the turmoil It grows at a rate of a foot per day Smothering other plants in its way In all directions it will go ...

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Down yonder in the large-leafed kudzu patch Where it is thick, silky, and very green Clinging to gullied hills it tries to catch Where young lovers tucked away, won't be seen That is, if it is during mid-summer And a couple can hide in the vines But do you want to meet him with murmurs Running around, that will be some...

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Ode to Kudzu Kudzu! O my limber lianas Your “vines” “soar” o’re magnolia scented boughs Then “glide” through briar thickets Of purple stained blackberry kisses. Kudzu! O my summer “hued” climber No native son, you “hold” onto songs of lazy rivers Then “clasp” the lyrics of midnight trains to your heart In million pines with roots to “grasp” red tinted earth. Kudzu!...

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kudzu takes hold durable, invasive growth a yenta's grapevine 8-16-18...

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My love for you Is like the kudzu, That surrounds us in this place; Changing the landscape of my life Forever; It is Unyielding , Unrelenting And cannot Be contained. 2012 Patricia Neely-Dorsey from My Magnolia Memories and Musings-In Poems #southernpoem #kudzu #kudzupoem #southernlove...

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Come's, our two thousand and ninety-fourth year; the earth is green, and the atmosphere clear. The mimosa and kudzu continue to grow, and which shall prevail – does anyone know? The kudzu is stronger and more eager to win, but the winter remains mimosa’s old friend. Humans? They’ve become an insignificant bunch; living under mimosa,...

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Remembering America when clothesline displayed wash The yesteryear clotheslines of our country have mostly gone Gone with the same way of old fashioned outdated panache Panache as when women dressed decent_men tipped hats agone The yesteryear clotheslines of our country have mostly gone Disappeared from view like Johnny Cash's song "I Walk The Line" Panache as when women dressed decent_men...

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We were riding in the car near the Alabama line, When I saw all over the trees a strange looking vine. I wondered what it was, I didn’t have a clue. I asked my mother what it was and she said, “That’s kudzu!” We stopped at a rest area off I-59 It was surrounded by those kudzu vines. Mom said to...

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