Short Atlanta Poems
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on highway twenty --
first pass Hard Labor Creek
then a sign - New Born
Is in on I20 going from North Agusta
to Atlanta.
Atlanta Rain
Retreat for cover
Atlanta showers the streets
Humid air now chokes
by Martin Braun
July 29, 2023
Chloë Grace Moretz, Atlanta
A poetry on coconut butter
Distant smell of Monroe in 17
Stuck with gas, no antacid had Santa
as he flew Christmas Eve near Atlanta.
When Santa Claus farted,
the reindeer all darted.
And poor Santa cried out, "Oh, Mylanta!”
It's called the New South
Away from antebellum
Peaches and Peachtree
Terminus to Atlanta
Southern hospitality
William Sherman by Doris Culverhouse
USA union General William Sherman
Calm determined and mighty fighter
Ruthless morale killer
Marched by Atlanta with hot pyrotechnics
Boys Becoming Men
From the Basement of Springfield
Welcome to 'Da House'
Where Minds Are Challenged and Shaped
Since 1867
There once was a gal from Atlanta
Asked her what's 2 plus 2, yellered I canta
So gorgeous was this creature
Decided to teachure
Yelled out loudly fow is the ansa
Building is my game
Many do not know my name
Growing Atlanta
I always had that hustle
My name is Herman Russell
The Atlanta Braves
losing in the Wild Card game.
Done for the season.
There will be no World Series.
They just have to wait next year.
Trump's dynasty is surely collapsing
His Atlanta hotel is almost vacant and crumbling
Pieces of concrete
Are falling to the street
Guess the date on his unpaid bills is elapsing
There once was a gal from Atlanta
Asked what's 2 plus 2, cried I canta
So gorgeous was this creature
Decided to teachure
Yelled out loudly fow is the ansa
© Jack Ellison 2015
Unemployment line
Single file to soup kitchen...
Fear of homelessness
Unemployment line
Cries in emergency room...
Fear, no insurance
Unemployment line
Like a faith-healer's crusade...
Hope to help, heal, house
There was a guy whose nickname was Santa
That hailed from the great state of Atlanta
. Who acted like scrooge
And a huge, loud stooge
Now he lived; near beach in a cabana
12-23-2020
There was a guy named Jake , from Atlanta
In the Winter season he would play Santa
But he left that gig
To buy a big rig
Next he wed a sweet lady named Anna
Alexis Y.
12/18/19
I devoured her in the way the moon took over the night time shining its light in all the darkest places, gazing among places untouched by another’s light. I was always your sun and you were my moon. Innocent rays of light touching each other's skin.
The doctor had not gotten the paper work back from Atlanta so he could
not say what they said..
No news is good news so they say..
He put me on a heart monitor to wear for 24 hours..
So another trip back to the doctor tomorrow..
Dakarai
Son, friend, writer, teacher
Son of Patricia Ann Cobb
Lover of food, music, movies, television
Who feels joy, disappointment, fatigue
Who fears God, loneliness, failure
Who would like to see Paris, Brazil, Rome
Resident of Atlanta, Georgia
Cobb
CeAsia
Mother, Compassionate, Friend, Passive
Daughter of Kimberly
Lover of dreams, creativity, and romance
Who feels love, pain, and joy
Who fears failure, loss, and falling in love
Who would like to see Atlanta, Las Vegas, and Miami
Resident of Silver Spring, Maryland
White
The house on a hill
Augusta to Atlanta
Aim is to build men
Year 1867
Forever, Dear Old Morehouse
Atlanta, Georgia
Is filled with some smart people
The parks offer peace
'Til someone is killed by guns
Sometimes~stabbing, girl and dog
Nearly every night or even in daylight someone is killed in the Atlanta area (including several towns and counties), sometimes in twos.
There was once a ZOO in Atlanta,
that had an old gorilla named Anna.
She had a special trick,
that would make you quite sick,
when she’d throw you up-chucked banana.
Copyright © 2010 By Caryl S. Muzzey
First Place Winner ~ "Zany Zoo” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Linda-Marie Bariana’s
May 17, 2010
Have you tasted electricity?
If you do it's serendipity
That you rock n roll
Like a Barby doll
In the heart of Atlanta City
Expansive bloody rot, a necrotic smell, overwhelmes young nostrils.
Nightmares, anxiety unable to love
Death follows me and takes those I love
Smoke and fire rise around my heels
As Atlanta burns, behind my exit.
Scarlett's exit of Atlanta in "Gone With the Wind."
For Brian Strand's contest on Favorite book Vignette
What if the orbiting earth were to unexpectedly run into a brick wall
speeding through the galaxy one night in the middle of Fall?
Can you imagine the sounds of death, destruction, and annihilation
as Christchurch, New Zealand, crashes into the Atlanta Metro bus station?
I don’t think that that would be any fun at all!