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Missouri Poems - Poems about Missouri

Never Give Up - Poor Man’s Steak
Together, my parents faced two world wars, the great depression, floods, fires, and some things that would bring most people to their knees. Imagine just where I would be if they had just decided that things were too rough and chucked in the towel. At the time, I didn’t think they had a lot to...

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Categories: missouri, appreciation, character, endurance, life,
Form: Haibun
Dog Owners
first mow of the year this grass smells kind of funky what’s this on my shoe...

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Categories: missouri, spring,
Form: Haiku



Tradin’ Coon Hounds
Heard my dad mutter, a hundred greenbacks, you trying to give me a heart attack. For that much money, truth be told, that dog of yours had better crap gold. Then dad hemmed and hawed, grumbled and guffawed, Wiped his lips and said with a smile, “Just let me chew on it for a while.” Pretty soon dad stood and said, how about...

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Categories: missouri, father,
Form: Rhyme
How Wrong Could I Have Been
In my youthful days, I thought those country ways, were for hillbillies and hicks. Watching fat cows graze, in early morning haze, was no way to get my kicks. Clear blue skies ablaze, under those golden rays, just did not give me a fix. Was those city ways, where I gave all my praise, I preferred concrete and bricks. Down streets like a maze, at skyscrapers I’d gaze, traffic...

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Categories: missouri, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
Snow Day
Twelve inches of snow all roads are impassable sled ruts on the hills ...

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Categories: missouri, winter,
Form: Haiku



Missin Missouri
While you're there, beneath the sun's warm glow, Where green trees whisper secrets, and soft breezes flow, By Bootleg Creek, where the waters gleam bright, Purple and red Crowley Ridge agates catch the light. With hands in the earth, you'll dig and pry, Getting very dirty, with mud to the...

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Categories: missouri, day, fun, journey, missing,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member spying momo on the Missouri River
Momo blended in well with the trees moved fast considering he was walking in brush we followed this big-foot-like-creature down the Missouri River It was 1971, we knew he was an anomaly. Tried to tell people. They thought we had been smoking pot. I have never smoked pot But I have seen Momo, so I know he is real He appeared taller than...

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Categories: missouri, animal,
Form: Free verse
Another Year Remembered-1961
Nineteen hundred and sixty-one, was a strobogrammatic year. It will be six thousand and nine, ‘til the next time that will appear. It started off aggressively, Ike told Cuba to go to Hell. We ain’t talking to you no more, not buying what you got to sell. He then warned us Americans, beware a military coupe. Handed the reigns to JFK, told John, now it...

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Categories: missouri, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
Any Small Town
Before I understood how life was a weave of intricacies My town was a wonderful world to serve my childish fantasies. I was a young and healthy lad a source of mother’s pride and joy with sun bleached hair and sky-blue eyes. just your average wide-eyed boy On summer days I could run free over hills and through...

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Categories: missouri, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
A Missouri Heaven
When the full moon rises, and the stars start to glow. Down to that old creek bank, is where I like to go. A few leaves still hanging, shaking in the breeze. Holding on for dear life to them persimmon trees. Out across the gully, other side of the bridge. Coon hounds hot on a trail, just over the next ridge. Surrounded by nature, I am filled...

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Categories: missouri, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
I’m Not in Missouri Anymore
I stepped off the bus just before midnight. The thermometer read 38 degrees, but I had never felt colder. Loneliness has a way of draining the warmth from your heart. The 400-year-old stone buildings were gray and naked as they bleached through the fog covered courtyard. Like ancient tombs guarded by skeleton trees. A window...

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Categories: missouri, poetry,
Form: Haibun
Premium Member children know crown centers beauty
Anyone who is anybody or has traveled at all in the Midwest Knows about Crown Center, its beauty is the ultimate test They deck it out with beauty in the winter, honoring Christmas It is a December sight that children from four states often like the best....

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Categories: missouri, travel,
Form: Rhyme
Going Back Home
Our love was like the afternoon sun, that melted those New York City streets. But you treated me like dried-up grass, that just crumbled underneath your feet. I can’t be who you want me to be, my blood’s country red not city blue. Don’t know if I’ll find where I should be, but I know it sure ain’t here with you. Champagne...

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Categories: missouri, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
A Poet in Disguise
I am turning half of my garage into an office space so I will have more room to scatter my unorganized thoughts into even bigger piles. Of course, my neighbor had to mosey on over to see just what all the commotion was about. When I told him my plan was to give me more...

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Categories: missouri, poetry,
Form: Haibun
A Midwestern Evening
Spring winds rattle walls trash cans roll along the street— ...

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Categories: missouri, poetry, storm,
Form: Haiku

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