Omaha Poems - Poems about Omaha

The Higgins Boat

The Higgins Boat

gray-green heaving seas
men retching and gagging
oh Lord don’t let me die
Jesus let me live to go home
rancid smell of sweat and urine
putrid scent of soiled pants
could I make it
could I survive
will I do my duty
salt spray crashing into the boat
sobs for mother
muffled explosions like thunder
coxsun counting down
destination Omaha
the steel ramp opens

Categories: omaha, war,
Form: Free verse

THE EVER DWINDLING FEW - USA version

THE EVER DWINDLING FEW - USA Version
			
				       Beach Omaha	

At Omaha an old man stands and limps down  to the shore,
Where on this sand he crawled and  ran so many years before.
The skirl of pipes still in the air, the ceremony o'er,
He knows the ghosts who haunt this

Categories: omaha, america, beach, conflict, history,
Form: Rhyme

7:50, 12-31-87, Omaha

The world keeps turning,
The sun keeps rising,
Cold wind blows from over the horizon,
Blows across the planet to smite me.

Getting dressed this a.m. in the boreal dark
I heard an AM station from Chicago---
Driving to work in the arctic morning
I listened to a song about Brooklyn---

After another fight with her last night,
A fight whose icy silent echoes

Categories: omaha, sorrow,
Form: Free verse

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Ellies Omaha Game

Saturday I was invited to Ellie’s Omaha game
Even though I lost I’m glad I came!
The group of 10 were lots of fun
Especially when Jerry’s yarns were spun!
“Big O” it’s called and it can drive you nuts!
In order to win you’ve gotta have guts!
I’ll play again cause I’m “sick” like the rest
For every time we play

Categories: omaha, fun, games, people,
Form: Rhyme

The Omaha Gate

Lost in a card game
that others would pass
I feel the time slowing
while covering fast

A dim all-night roadhouse 
blue plate of regret
whose neon but flickers
my hunger to bet

A pot full of memory
has come unannounced
with bare knuckled waging
I raise every doubt

But the road’s calling silent
 its direction unclear
my thumb pointing inward
to ante the fear

The odds long but

Categories: omaha, faith, fear,
Form: Rhyme

Oh Omaha

Oh!  Omaha what with your Woodman Tower 
Not covered what it's higher First National Bank 
As the mighty Mo!
Missouri River separates Nebraska and Iowa
Two strong mighty buildings that towers
That touch just below the clouds floor
Oh! Nebraska's biggest metropolitan City


12/13/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021

Categories: omaha, analogy, city, community,
Form: Light Verse

November 20th 2021st In Omaha

November 20th 2021st
Walgreen’s parking lot, Omaha Nebraska
7:30 p.m.
Police in cars have stopped pursuing Gang Member A aka GMA.

A young woman’s car door gets pulled open.
GMA yells “Get the F……. out!”
She thinks he is joking.
He grabs her and throws her out of the car.

It is HER car. 
Her purse.
Her stuff.
She is young, and upset.
She jumps back

Categories: omaha, granddaughter,
Form: Narrative

Omaha

OMAHA
Peaceful solitude, stoic patriots share.
Pure white rows atop lush lawns of virgin green.
Guards of Omaha at Colleville sur Mer
Young souls bartered when feckless old minds convene.

Wresting just liberty for lifetimes to be
Brave hearts manned the boats for fate destined to share.
Glory would leap from tales when all were set free.
Six miles of Hell awaited those

Categories: omaha, courage, fate, war,
Form: Sonnet

The Ghosts Behind the Graves On Omaha Beach

They were young then, now they would be old men looking across an empty beach, the sun at their back; for many this would be their last day to grow old; dead in the water; dying on the sand of Omaha Beach.

Memories.

Three long hours smashing through the pounding white capped waves; cold and hard as

Categories: omaha, death, dedication, hero, history,
Form: Narrative

Omaha S U N

V I V E R E N T  strip malls 
Morphing into
T O M O R R O W ' S 
V A C A N T parking lots. 
Silent and neglected 
F O R E V E R 
protected, 
By a weeping
S K Y-D A N C E R-J E S U S
who's shadow

Categories: omaha, cool, culture, deep, eulogy,
Form: Free verse

Bloody Omaha

Midnight June the 5th 1944 me and my buddies departed Weymouth and put out to 
sea

To smash through Hitlers eastern wall to liberate Europe and make her once again 
free

We knew some,most of us wouldnt be coming back

As we neared Omaha beach at 4am we started to take German flak

From high above us we could

Categories: omaha, death, history, loss, places,
Form: Rhyme

Omaha Beach

Where once Normandy's coast resounded with the din of war,
Now is heard the thunder of the surf racing t'ward the shore.
Where once was heard the screams of dying and wounded men,
Now is heard the mournful cry of a solitary tern now and then.

In June of Forty-four, men stormed ashore to force a breach.
Alas, many forfeited

Categories: omaha, warmen, men,
Form: Rhyme