Short Bayou Poems
Short Bayou Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Bayou by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Bayou by length and keyword.
In my arms I will carry you
Feel no burden when I'm with you
Veins in my stems will follow you
I am your Tarlkin Bayou.
Louisiana Cajuns
Eatin' hot cornbread,
Chompin' aligator tail
And suckin' crawfish heads.
Eatin' jambalaya
And gumbo stew:
Gourmand, Sunday dinner,
On the old bayou.
Form:
With the song of the crickets and ballet of fireflies,
the Louisiana moon has nestled in the sky.
"Bonsoir, mon amour", she whispers so sweet
while watching from above as we drift off to sleep.
Form:
black-water canals
where alligators patrol
and moccasins wait
where starved mosquitoes
invade in hoards at twilight
thirsty for fresh blood
at morning's first light
dawn illuminates cypress
birds announce sunrise
perilous beauty
on display in the Wetlands
and all is at peace
Louisiana bayou full of pythons and alligators
The boatman glides through the water holding his breath
Wondering if something will get him
By falling out of a tree or overturning his flimsy boat
His journey feels longer today than ever before
Horror story of alligator eating a man on the news this morning
Girl from a bajou
running wild
glowing in the Sun
she said my personality was cleared
and there was not anything lacking
She's built her palaces on parasols
When she was mine
The World seemed turning
Imagine never having to frown,
by moonlight
I found my belle on my way home
she bestowed her trust in my hand
then bid me adieu
A Limerick Poem
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A limerick
A little windowpane trickled on the left behind diamond
A cosmic milky way, solitude, and Bed, bath and beyond
The word, to and fro, and surreal, a tenant, and the zealous zeal!
Where about of these, all , felt as drops for basil bill, a Duncan hill
A hue in the very first, in a hymn song? For Life, whittled.
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He was from the Bayou
A southern boy through and through
And so young, but he had seen so much
He was the one they looked to,
While their corpses rotted on the snowy fields
He remained unscathed,
His beautiful portrait clean and intact
But he couldn’t say the same for his friends
And with the weight of the world
Upon his busted shoulders
He was calmness and care personified
Over there, he was not just the boy from the bayou
He was a traiteur
Form:
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 a purple rock
But if you see a large red eye open, you’d best be on your way
For this giant crocodile is fierce, and he does not play.
The moon seems at rest
behind the tree branches
where sits a large owl
perched in silhouette
against its gentle glow.
An occasional splash
can be heard in the bayou
across the roadway
which glimmers like the stars
with moonlit serenity.
Nights warm summer blanket
settles in with nature providing
a clicking nocturnal chorus
reverencing the close
of yet another day.
Enjoying the solitude
with a pensive afterglow
of contentment
thankful for the blessings
God has bestowed.