Short Idaho Poems

Short Idaho Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Idaho by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Idaho by length and keyword.


State Hood

Don Ho was always in trouble
For blowing a tiny bubble
When Ida was born
His cheeks went unshorn
The egg on his face was stubble
Form: Limerick


Randomling 35: Coeur D'Alene

Coeur d'Alene, Heart of the Awl,
     gem of the north,
you tamed my hatred of this desert state
and gave me sunlight sparkling on
blue lakes under scented pines.

Passing Gas In Idaho

A lady once, passed gas in Idaho
To the guy behind her she made a big show
With a bit of wit,
She said, "Hey, stop it"
He said, "Okay, tell me which way did it go?"
© Pat Adams  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Premium Member As Idaho Leaves

For fifteen long years Idaho stayed

Like a rich tapestry laid

From Boise Mountains warm glow

To the Treasure Valley below

Memories now ghostly with edges frayed
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Boise Idaho

My faithful friend from Boise, Idaho Another so true, where to find one, I dunno He talks a strange lingo I think hard and then bingo The “words” he creates make sense, well sorto
Form: Limerick


I-Do-Wa

Not Iowa---Idaho
Not Ohio---I-DA-HO
     That's a very old joke, you know, 
     and it's still not funny.

No, I hate skiing
And mountain biking
No, not corn. Potatoes
And Mormons

Yes, it really IS a state. Look it up.
What's there?
Endless desert
What's there?
Nothing
Nothing but me.
Form: Verse

Premium Member Idaho

There once lived a singer from Idaho
But her notes were hard to hear and quite low
               Tried another approach
               By hiring a voice coach
 The coach gave her money back and said go











7-15-19

Syllables 10,10,6,6,10

Contest: State Limerick Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Kevin Shaw
© Alexis Y.  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Idaho Sunset

Slate sky 
streaked with a painter's acid dream
caresses the mountains, bleeding on their peaks.
Cloud curtains
lower, then rise, on an ever-changing
 psychedelic happening, 
but 
fracturing fingers 
of darkness pierce the canvas,
draining the colors,
drawing the curtains closed.

                                          07/2015

Muddle

I muddle through the day
like an old tire being
dragged out of a muddy pond.

Words and days come and go -
an expression fumbles 
out of my mouth.
Just another day of tediousness 
and exaggerations.

I would ask you to come
with me but I know
you'd never go back
to Idaho -
days upon days of snow
buckling the power lines
and rooftops.

I muddle through...

Premium Member Ticket To Idaho

I Need A Ticket To Idaho

Just got a surprise from a far
something good but unexpected.
I’ve waited for so long, for it.
Now it’s finally happened for real.
But there’s one small catch
I need a ticket to Idaho
and some to Seattle.
Then it’s on to Portland
I need a ticket to Idaho
I have to leave tomorrow
and be at the bookstore the next day
Then leave for Seattle- would you like
To come along?
© John Long  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Idaho Potatoes

If you ask just about anyone in the know, they will tell you the best potatoes come from Idaho. That is a state located in the Pacific Northwest. Their underground tubers are undoubtedly the best. Whether you bake them, boil them, or fry, they have that special flavor nobody can deny. The state has potatoes that nobody else can grow. Whether you go to Boise, Meridian, Twin Falls, or Pocatello, you will find the best potatoes grow in Idaho.
Form: Rhyme

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