Nashville Poems - Poems about Nashville

Buckle of Bible Belt corroded...

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It’s Thursday evening, almost nine foot-tap, fiddle, and banjo time with juke-box tales of love’s romance the county jail, a second chance for bourbon belles or backroad trucks mail-box motels, living on luck from one horse towns to city bars acoustic sounds that drive guitars harmonicas with prairie dust Americana, steel mill rust cornbread kitchen, joy, and sorrow songs that long for bright tomorrows it’s Nashville on...

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She sat, caressing her tiny gold cross. Then, a swift bullet, and into heaven, With Angel’s wings, she had crossed. Her Easter Bunny, does not know yet, That she won’t hold him again, so he Sleeps in peace and does not fret. Her precious dolls, sit in her buggy. Totally unaware, they will never be hugged. This sad afternoon, by their little mommy. Her...

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A Nashville No No weapons strategy turned into a travesty then a tragedy from window would shoot she was a cake full of fruit never gave a hoot heard that she fasted way into school had blasted for a while lasted will do a favor after her poor behavior send to see savior when we read a book were several shoots which she took up whole world she shook after she...

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These are poems for the victims of the Nashville Covenant School shootings. Nashville Covenant Call to Love by Michael R. Burch Our hearts are broken today for our children's small bodies lie broken; let us gather them up, as we may, that the truth of our Love may be spoken; then, when we have put them away to nevermore dream, or be woken, let...

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As springs’ budding blossoms emerge the raptors glide mercilessly. —Michael R. Burch I wrote this haiku-like poem on 3-27-2023 after the Nashville Covenant school shooting massacre. Keywords/Tags: Nashville, Nashville Covenant, Nashville Covenant Presbyterian School, school shooting, massacre, children, kids, students, child abuse, gun control, America, United States, death, murder, serial murder, massacre, bereavement, class, classes...

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Nashville buckle on Bible Belt sin city...

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Wave goodbye to this side We took flight Moving up to the sky To a higher height Coming closer to the clouds And away from the Earth About half and an hour To the concrete turf Onto the runway Was landed the plane It will take a few days 'Til we're back again...

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there's a place to go the lights are much brighter there if you're that crazy you can blow up an RV and let the whole world stare...

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Nashville and Andromeda by Michael R. Burch I have come to sit and think in the darkness once again. It is three a.m.; outside, the world sleeps . . . How nakedly now and unadorned the surrounding hills expose themselves to the lithographies of the detached moonlight— breasts daubed by the lanterns of the ornamental barns, firs ruffled like silks casually discarded . . . They lounge...

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Tornado's rains matter Decent folks' lives They shatter...

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My girl and I we headed down to Nashville. With a box of songs and all my childhood dreams. We knocked on a lot of doors that didn't answer. They didn't want my songs or so it seems. So I took a job at the local tourist center. Just to earn enough to feed my...

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She's here even if you can not see her, She's here even if you can not hear it. She makes herself known with a crazy purr, Mia is here, and she will never quit. Jack watches us from a pleasant distance, And he charges up to demand our love. Letting us go is a nonexistence, For he hovers around us like a...

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I Grew Up on Country Music When Rock and Roll was king My friends all liked the Beatles But, that was not my thing I liked to hear the fiddle To hear the joy burst from the strings I Grew Up on Country Music When Rock and Roll was king I remember me and Grandad Listening to the radio We would listen to the Opry While...

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The day you left My fall didn't take long I still blame you For all that went wrong And as I occupy This sofa of crumbs l've crowned myself The king of bums Because with you gone Nashville forgot about me I walk these streets Looking for pizza and beer But so much is gone And the only thing here Is a hipster with...

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