Mississippi Poems - Poems about Mississippi

My town is a very friendly city, Filled with great music and attractive art. Long, dirt roads surrounded with great Pine Trees An incredible Air Force base with planes, that soar above the small town I call home. Peaceful rivers where most go in summer. Tasty southern meals at every table, Worshiping churches everywhere you go, Historic culture all...

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How many grave sites should be prepared for me? Just one. For Robert Johnson, there were three, all in the Mississippi Delta: Morgan City, Quito, and (near) Greenwood. Which is right? Do we KNOW? Those who have taken the time to do research believe Little Zion Missionary Baptist Church near Greenwood is most likely. At age 27, in 1938, he...

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Riverboat on the Mississippi Folks dining on scrimp, grits, and cornbread Drinking booze and gambling like crazy Going to Bourbon Street just ahead Down in that Cajun Queen, New Orleans The big paddle wheel keeps on rolling Down to the Cajun Queen of the Gulf Where the real money is unfolding And a thousand green bucks is small stuff Down in that Cajun Queen,...

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Born on a cold day with the moon shining on him at night, crying as a newborn child he saw the light. In a ghetto he screamed for the first time. He was raised happy as he could be without other chances, but fighting. Knowing nothing else, he learned that he was the best. He grew up strong, after being hit one day after the other, engaged...

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Tis not the breath of God that killed the town, by a spree of dark and twisted clouds groaning, moaning and churning up the ground, these winds that roared in anger freight loads loud. The siren failed to give the folks alarm. Previous storms had simply passed on through. They knew not of this close impending harm. A forecaster prayed when seeing...

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There's a thick fog over the trees A fine Mist in the air A subtle yet calming breeze And the Temperature is fair The grass is heavy with Dew The sky's an overcast color of gray Vehicles are sporadic and few its a beautiful yet gloomy day on this Mississippi highway...

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A good source of Bad Spelling With the effect Quite Telling: Sometimes in Serious Writing ‘Capitals’ and ‘Small’ Fighting: Altering whole passages, Garnishing The Messages: Each ‘S’ in Mississippi Innocently omitting, Unthinkable letter P To ‘Behavior’ submitting: You strike them out he’s quibbling; A prelude to ‘Plain Squabbling’ … I’ve resigned from being his teacher Rather Good Spelling Preacher: ‘L’ in ‘Halo’ not double Double the ‘B’ in Stubble...

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We stayed high atop a bluff overlooking the Mississippi river and before our next day’s drive we were blessed to sit atop that bluff and watch the day arrive. In the quiet calm of the morning our eyes shifting from the sky above to the river below…we saw the Mississippi ambling by…at her own pace…leisurely and...

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A harlequin in Mississippi His father a priest, his mother a hippy He gives sermons for hours While she waltzes through flowers He finds them quite far out and trippy 1/17/22...

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Mississippi blue skies on a Thursday morn The magnolia trees are in full array Close to where the delta blues was born, Mississippi blue skies on a Thursday morn As an opossum scurries through the corn, Where children gather in a sand lot to play, Mississippi blue skies on a Thursday morn The magnolia trees are in full array. written December 30, 2021...

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Hair as long as the Mississippi River, Eyes as dark as a bayou on a moonless night, kiss as sweet as a honeysuckle flower, and as dangerous as a rattlesnake bite. She's a southern sinful delight. Baptized by fire, she ain't like any other, her kind of lovin' makes the devil run for cover. Dancing in the fire...

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Mississippi 1954 "Don’t you bring that no good So and so 'round here. If you bring him to ma door Bobby Roy and Billie Joe Will make him disappear." But Mother, I love him. "She’s a spool of trouble, son. A stitch in time...

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I walked along the Mississippi shoreline at midnight Listening to distant barges groaning in the dark And thinking about Mark Twain Drifting down the river on a lazy summer day. It's the same old Mississippi he rafted on, The same course, just different water. Those lovers heard the barges groaning, too, I think Their inner ears occupied, duly registering The lapping against a...

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ACROSTIC PLAY EXAMPLE 2 for contest 11/8/2020 M I Sailing up the mighty river towards Minneapolis snow Scratching the mosquito bites from head to toe I Scenery stunning the closer the cruise up North Several seasons succumb as we go forth I P P I Kim’s Acrostic Play Contest Rhyme...

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Dark echoes of the past reverberate In Mississippi voices filled with hate. This morning nooses hanging from a tree Remind us all of lynching history. Some people claim great progress has been made And racist attitudes, in time, will fade; If this is true then why do people try To resurrect the Old South's battle...

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