Midwestern Poems | Examples


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Premium Member midwestern square dancers

whining accordions
polka dancers
old women wearing fluffy petticoats
old men in plaid shirts and cowboy hats
Midwestern square dancers

Premium Member You Might Be from a Small Midwestern Town If

You might be from a small midwestern town
If you know what husking corn means
You might be from Iowa
If your town was full of relatives

You might be from Nebraska
If you have heard the term huskers
You might be from Illinois
If you know a dairy cow from other cows

You might be from a small midwestern town
If your town had a square
You might be from a small town in the Midwest
If you collect money when someone dies
And give it all to the grieving

A Midwestern Evening


                    Spring winds rattle walls
               trash cans roll along the street—
                       No sirens this time


Midwestern Prairie Morning

The sun rises in a watermelon sky

Green leaves welcome the newborn light
shivering in the crisp air

Watercolor wings amid the blooming blossoms
flutter in the breeze

The verdant high hills and gentle ravines
awaken to the Meadowlark’s chorus in Nature's melody



Bite Size Poem no48 Poetry Contest

Midwestern Photographer

The amateur click 
Staggers like
Amateur words

Across stained glass
Autumn and 
Skeleton winter

In which black
Water resembles

Not remotely 
The sea clear as
Crystal

And echoes only 
A shadow of the 
Imperfect

A portrait of a façade

Wrinkling with the slightest breath
Like loose skin on taut knuckles
Leaving a mirage

Crude and inaccurate
As the syllables 
Describing the phenomenon

In which the 
Reflection itself becomes the 
Fixation

The blurred image
Vaguely lucid

Sonnet - Midwestern Lethargy

I am deprived of my old sweet relief,
Turning the page but turn to the leaf.
I spill out myself to sanction some space
To which I can return, try to compensate.
Contemplate and complicate my own design
I find this a fate to which I cannot resign.
Soaking in the petrichor of each night,
Of every solemnly forsaken fight.
Each decision and each disappointment
So boldly displayed in my temperament.
I need this safety net below me always to move
Even one step forward toward what I pursue,
Simple answers and the life good enough
Hoping life itself does not call my bluff.


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