Short Folk Music Poems
Short Folk Music Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Folk Music by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Folk Music by length and keyword.
teeming with pride,
humble and its peen.
sometimes only wearing underwear.
culture so rare.
dancing on there own line of drumbeats,
minding there own a folk music.
so keen on their own particular heritage of kin,
made u of their own ideas and dreams.
work in progress
Footle of Country Bands
S**t Kickers/slide guitar
cowboys
Stetson
John Denver/folk music
“Thank God”
fiddler
Footle Of Rock Bands
Guitar strings/stockings
steely
nylons
Big hair/bands
hairspray
glamour
Roadies/Hotel
seconds
trashed rooms
Thrash/Punk Rock
Bangers
Façade
Look closely...
Can you see it?
A town,
all held upon,
a single red rose.
Hussling
markets,
homemade treats.
Dancing,
street parties,
folk music.
Floats, balloons, parades.
All that joy, laughter, life,
held,
on something so small.
Date 05.17.2020
Sponsor Edward Ibeh
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At the annual scarecrow contest I saw a guitar loving boho scarecrow
She was whimsical, fun, and she reminded me of happier times
She was wearing a seventies shirt. I almost expected folk music.
Who made this one? I asked a few people. An older man gave me a wink.
I figured it was him, but he did not want to give away his age.
I remember those days too, I told him. He said “TOO!” acting offended.
We both laughed.
Entering a singing contest would fill me full of woe
I’m not saying singers would mock me as I would go
But I am not a crooner, as every relative doth know
I cannot carry a tune, yet I adore music so….
The Voice and American Idol are my favorite shows
I love the excited contestants and music that flows
Entering a singing contest is not for me in any way
But I love classical music and folk music every single day.
I feel twelve most days, on rare occasions, I feel nineteen.
When folk music from the sixties comes on, I am seventeen.
I do not remember being any ages in between these ages and my real age.
I do not recognize or revere my actual age.
So when I look into the mirror and see faded eyes,
An old woman’s neck, splotches on my skin and a sty on my eye
I forget to smile, which is great, because then I do not see missing teeth.
And I can still be twelve, seventeen or nineteen.