Short Iowa Poems
Short Iowa Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Iowa by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Iowa by length and keyword.
Iowa home grown sweet corn
oozing warm butter
freshly picked from the field
so sweet and tasty
darling roast-n-ears
delicious
corn
Nick Cohn
has come up with a theory apparently all his own
all those charts and those graphs
they're really intended to be a source of much needed laughs.
We did not even have to use hooks
Lake Red Haw had so many fish
Enough for hundreds to eat
Catfish as large as cars
Biggest fish ever
Stories galore
Vacation
Fishing
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girls basketball games
Iowa is serious
watched more than the boys
the whole state turns out for it
girls basketball games
grandmas and mothers see selves
as they watch their ruthless cubs
I am from Iowa
the corn state
we have corn princesses
corn queens
Mrs. Corn
Miss Corn Pone
Corn festivals
corn pudding
corn dogs
corn-on-a-cob
Corn City
South Dakota has our corn palace though
the two- ton Iowa steer gave me a ***** leer
over hear, dear, come be my ever-loving peer.
Smile sheer, he wore rings in his nose and right ear.
I resolved not to go near until I had consumed my beer.
Nothing to fear bellowed the steer. Over hear dear, over here!
The crow rejoiced in the field today.
Husks were popped open with maize showing through.
Crop was up, smiling in her special way.
There was so much corn, what could a young crow do?
He held a hoe down, invited twenty-two.
They danced their claws off; they were heard in hell.
Enough corn to keep them through the winter spell.
You cannot take the country out of a corn-fed Iowa girl
You cannot pull the straw out of her teeth
You cannot take the “yahs” and replace them with “yeses”.
You can try to pull her off the tractor, but she will not come easy.
You can try to get her to stop eating fresh sweet corn
But I would not give you a nickel for your life afterwards.
clouds shadow grounds and grasses
as cold winds deny spring
life pauses and passes
as I work along the side of a road
pavement must be sculpted
fields wait to become
trees waiting to bud
raise tangled arms
but a touch of sun
hints something more
a gust of wind carries birdsong
melody without words
a love of the land
little said
I see the snow falling again,
Again I must start up ""Old Betsy"" before bed,
Bed brings cold feet and shivers until the
body heat thaws it out,
Out again to start another day,
Day brings kid's hopes of no school,
School radiators pop and moan to warm the
building,
Building up of snow is a potential income
for the young scooping snow for the old,
Old and tiring is Another Iowa Winter.
Around the line at Riverbend
And off the bridge into quicksand
Raised later by many hands-
Brushed & dusted,still very neat
Back into service,a story hard to beat !
Note.
The train fell in the creek in 1891,rescue then proved in vain
Four years later it was raised frpm 100 feet deep with little damage thereto.
Waste not want not in those days!
We could learn much from this approach in this 'green' era
Weird tourists from Iowa took readily to New York City
Taking photos of the sights, thinking they were witty.
Aren’t they cows? Someone asked on Fifth Avenue.
One is, the other is a bull, said his cousin, Boo.
The cow and the bull turned and one gave a loud moo.
Pretty soon they were chasing a frightened Boo.
That’s why I wish tourists would stay out of New York City.
Especially bulls with horns, who gore people not so pretty.
She poo-pooed her constituent quickly
with, “Well, we all are going to die”
like a queen talking down to the peasants
from her castle way up in the sky
She expressed no concern for the voter
or her plight should she lose Medicaid
with an arrogant wave she dismissed her
and revealed that they all had been played
So the people who put her in office
called her out with a chorus of boos
and the threat to remove her forever
this is known as Republican Blues
Anyone not in a pick-up truck at least better have a hound.
If you don’t have a hound, you’d better be carrying a shotgun.
It is ho-down hills days, and we are meeting for our annual barbeque.
Most of the trucks have been out mudding; they are caked.
We award the Mudding King his corndog sandwich with baked beans.
Corn queen comes along with her machete, showing detasseling skills.
Scavenger hunt to look for Great Uncle Jim's dentures begins at nine.
Nothing like an Iowa family reunion.