Short Louisiana Poems
Short Louisiana Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Louisiana by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Louisiana by length and keyword.
There once was a girl named Dana
Who wasn't from old Savannah
She'd lived in Texas
Till she and her nexus
Moved east to Louisiana
Ham,prawns,oyster,well seasoned
MIssisippi style
Crayfish,smoked sausage with rice
Soulful creole sauce
Louisiana
Simmering,
Hot!
three starving children...
ripping flesh loose from her breast
she does what it takes
*Louisiana State Flag
Tim Ryerson
7/18/2015
I want to be loved.
I want to be kissed and hugged.
I need to be loved.
Wrote Fall 2004
while student @ University of Louisiana-Monroe
I care for you,
Probably more than you do,
For yourself. Lucky you!
Wrote Fall 2004
while student @ University of Louisiana-Monroe
Will you come back?
I want you back this
Time, I ain't gon' leave.
Wrote Fall 2004
while student @ University of Louisiana-Monroe
The thinking noodle
Use it sometimes and let no
One noodle fool you.
Wrote Fall 2004
while student @ University of Louisiana-Monroe
They wasted my time.
I have moved on to bigger
And much better things.
Wrote Fall 2004
while student @ University of Louisiana-Monroe
The overkill of rainstorm
with threat of life and limb; trees
swivel, sway, dancing, falling
with wake of devastation rising.
3/23/2022
7/7/7/9
Louisiana Litany
Bobby Jindal
Appeases christian rightists unlike William Tyndall.
Thinks Presidential aspirations a plus
To bring budget woes to US.
dried tears
I want to see
the face of God
look down and smile.
his tears abated
after they dried
in Louisiana. the
kindness
brought a smile.
I adore you, true.
I don't want to abhor you
Just want to caress you, true.
Wrote Fall 2004
while student @ University of Louisiana-Monroe
I want mine right now.
I can't wait to write my vows.
And recite them, wow!
Wrote Fall 2004
while student @ University of Louisiana-Monroe
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:
Louisiana Rev had a session,
with a girl in the oldest profession.
Was found with his pants down,
on the wrong side of town.
His next sermon became his confession.
7/21/19
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:
She said,
"Darkness bores my soul"
Give me
the bright
the light
the white
But
I don't think that's right.
I've written poetry that was beautiful.
in a hurricane by flashlight...
©SamHarty
They just freak you and
Leave without telling you their
Freaking true feelings.
Wrote Fall 2004
made it mild for poetrysoup because no profanity is allowed
while student @ University of Louisiana-Monroe
You screwed me hard.
'Til I screamed your name real loud.
I came-now, you're gone.
Wrote Fall 2004
made it mild for poetrysoup because no profanity is allowed
while student @ University of Louisiana-Monroe
Under the sky
Their beyond
The reach of man
The edges of light
The night spectacular
Beyond the sight
Of men
The collaborations
Of distance
Atmosphere
Sun
Stretches across
The horizon
To become one
The big sky
The big sky
Soon it will be hot outside.
Umbrellas will be used for shade.
May is really the start of summer in
Moist and warm Louisiana,
Even thought the calendar says it starts in June,
Really can’t wait for summer. That means no school.
wrote 2-11-10
If you have a little rock in your shoe,
You will not cross Alabama,
You will not cross Louisiana,
You’ll have to remove it first,
In poetry, it is the opposite,
If you have a small pebble in your shoe,
Do not remove it, think about it
Make it into a poem.
One school shooting in Alabama
And another in Louisiana
Here's a protest in the park
That's gone on and on past dark
There's an angry rising tide
Demanding gun-violence to subside
Courage and Change ~ Where Are You??
(Ooh, Ooh, America: Wake up!)
Whenever I visit the Louisiana bayou,
gator hunters fight and argue to have me on their crew.
I only bait their lines, I don't hunt the alligator.
All of the locals refer to me as The Master Baiter.
*
I don't like that reference actually.
I wish they'd come up with another nick name for me.
*
feeling rushes through this pipe-dream
gushing like the leak in Louisiana
leaking barrels and barrels of me
killing what surrounds as it bleeds
there is no fixing this enormous spill
it spews too fast, with its own will
Haliburton can't control the danger
my heart the only thing endangered