New Orleans Poems - Poems about New Orleans

The Riverboat Revenant

She sails where the bayou kisses the tide,
a phantom queen with a mournful glide.
The paddle churns, though no hands steer,
and jazz floats faint on a breeze unclear.

Her lanterns burn with a ghostly hue,
casting gold on waters black and blue.
No passengers board, no voices ring--
just whispers soft as a violin string.

The captain’s hat is dust and

In New Orleans

We try to do some local things
Whenever we’re away,
Although we’re clearly tourists 
On a short and jam-packed stay.

So we signed up for a cooking class
And watched a chef prepare
Gumbo, jambalaya and pralines,
Some Cajun-Creole fare.

It all was most delicious
And Chef Austin was the best.
We left there more than satisfied
And happily impressed.

Not needing any dinner, 
We checked

About that gator recommended by a New Orleans waiter

Said a handsome New Orleans waiter,
"Sir, can I recommend some freshly caught gator?"
I said, "Are you for real?
Didn’t you hear about that poor woman Lucille?"
"But Sir, what if I can assure you ~ this ain't the gator that ate her?"

Sour Pickles From New Orleans

His  smelled of semi-soft cheese 
with a low moldy blue undertone 
I had no tolerance for his smell 
for compared to gym socks,
ammonia, 
or barnyards,  
it was pure Eau de Toilet ! 

After a game of indoor soccer   
he'd break wind 
while holding up one leg.  
He smelled of rotten

Dear New Orleans My True Love

Dear New Orleans 

Since the first time I met you, I knew you were unique and special. 
I fell in love with your passion and your people. 

Even when I am miles away, deep down
 I crave your voice, your rhythm and your sound. 

New Orleans you are so beautiful, with your tall buildings
 and

Bourbon Street

My beloved late husband and I
once strolled down Bourbon Street,
on a mild winter's afternoon.
The musicians enchanted the
atmosphere,
as sparrows lent their own songs.
We dined on gumbo al fresco
with friends,
Spanish Moss clothed ancient trees.
It wasn't yet Mardi Gras,
but we felt so festive,
with her old-time buildings
and eccentric people,
all those years ago.

This New Year's Day,
New Orleans mourns again,
her heart

Cajun Queen, New Orleans

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,

Mardi Gras in New Orleans

It's Mardi Gras time down in New Orleans ~  it's a carnival of memes

Where the people sing and play ~ there's music in the streets, both night and day

Everybody's having fun and drinking wine ~ because it's carnival time

 "Throw me something mister" as parades go by ~ that's the Mardi Gras cry

Bourbon Street

Corner of the Bayou in New Orleans

Old timers say there’s a corner of the bayou in New Orleans
Where booby footed pelicans and pink lovebirds are seen
in a totem made along with turtle who has a needle nose
and wildly colored chameleon who is wearing clothes

At the bottom of this spirited display is a large crock
Pretending to be a piece of driftwood or

12 Days of Christmas In New Orleans

On the 1st day of Christmas my hometown gave to me 
a ride in Rex's Mardi Gras parade

On the 2nd day of Christmas my hometown gave to me
2 mosquitoes buzzin' and 
a ride in Rex's Mardi Gras parade

On the 3rd day of Christmas my hometown gave to me
3 bowls of gumbo, 2 mosquitoes buzzin' and

Rain-New Orleans

no daily showers
 typical on summer days ~
  clouds have gone astray

Andrew Jackson At New Orleans

Poor soldier Andrew Jackson who
Attacked the British after peace 
Was signed three weeks before at Ghent.
Unnecessary bravery 
Is no less admirable for that.
He waves to patrons eating their
Beignets at the Café Du Monde.
Astride a horse, saluting with
His bicorn hat, and stern of face,
He looks less menacing than if
They cast him brandishing a sword.
But who can

I Am a Beatnik From New Orleans

Doobie Doobie Doobie Doobie Doobie Doobie Do.
You can’t get my goat, I am one of a few.
I’m mellow and fun-loving, and money don’t run me.
I had a nap all day yesterday ‘til a quarter until three.

Doobie Doobie Doobie Doobie Doobie Doobie Day.
I am a beatnik from down New Orleans way.
I don’t have a penny and

Heading To New Orleans

We are heading to New Orleans she says
The Parade is exactly what we need for Dez.
Dez is a cousin who has style and flair
His enthusiastic exuberance hangs in the air

No one can control him our grandma warns
No one has to, this crowd will all swarm.
The parade is filled with costumes of all kinds.
Created from the

Mardi Gras Mambo

That season comes and go,
The parties in the streets are hot.
Balls are held in name for the Krewe,
The Crowning of the King and Queen.

 Crowds are gathered down the cobbled roads.
Parades are rolling through,
Food cooking through the day,
Crawfish boiling in the pot,
Those spices wafting in the air,
Drinks pouring everywhere.

New Orleans and all of Southern Louisiana.
Dancing

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