Short Mississippi Poems
Short Mississippi Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Mississippi by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Mississippi by length and keyword.
Mint juleps in the sweet air
Catfish are jumping everywhere and
The Mississippi River is flowing
Fireflies serenading in the moonlight
Chocolate cheesecake, tasty
Cherries jubilee,
Yummy sweet potato pies,
Fresh baked apple crisp,
Mississippi cake
Great tasting
Sweets!
Sumac burns bluffside
White Pelicans unfurl flight
River fog cloaks me
Jealous of the land,
howling and screaming with rage
She came in the night...
***Mississippi Gulf Coast - August, 1969
Estimated wind speed: 200 MPH
A Southern Memory
dusty, winding road
cotton crops glowing bright white
Mississippi mud
Robert J. Lindley, 3-25-2019
Haiku, (Time has flown)
Christened in the night
by rain
at the crossroads
Kissing each memory
that burns
—breathing his words again
(Hazlehurst Mississippi: October, 1975)
I once met an psychic Gypsy
Who warned me not to get tipsy
I always got drunk
But who would have thunk
I'd end up in Mrs. Shipsea*
*Mississippi?
A canoeist from
Saint Louis sipped saki on
the Mississippi.
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A young rogue named Finn
Ran away with an escaped slave,Jim,
Down the river on a raft
On the Mississippi this tale was craft-
Encounters & adventures,fore and aft.
Don't stop me now, I'm on a roll
Rhymes are surging like a river flows
The mighty Mississippi
To New Orleans city
Are you ready, people? Thar she blows!
darkness approaches
your time is at hand!
bullfrogs arise!
strike up the band!
wild rice surrounds you
your kingdom awaits
guard and protect her
'till shadows abate
A harlequin in Mississippi
His father a priest, his mother a hippy
He gives sermons for hours
While she waltzes through flowers
He finds them quite far out and trippy
1/17/22
able flight
we ride
your carousel
we shall
becomes an
island of
birds weaved
tightly in
this spiritual
dance that
brings the
drifting
gray tides
towards
the mouth of
the Mississippi
moon
If I strike up a fortune,
I want to own an apartment in
Manhattan, or New York City,
a big house in the country,
and a shack in Mississippi.
Women in each,
Women at every port,
Keep the heart at bay.
hey
my name is
Frederick Jumbo MacWillie
and
i'm just sitting
up here
rollin' on the river
near the banks of
the
Great Mississippi River
and
witnessing a glorious
banana yellow cockatoo sunrise
I once knew a lad from Mississippi
Who was known for being rather lippy
His retorts were rude
His mannerism crude
And strangely, he was a sixties hippie.
written September 23, 2021
Mighty curving snake courses
Monstrous volume Mississippi
Like great dark horses
That in the spring feels zippy
Whose frozen waters now like ornithopappi
Contest entry:Five Lines Down
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Do we know why Tupelo, is famous amongst the stars
Does “Love Me Tender” help, or are you living on Mars
Yup! You guessed it!
The swinging hips
A fellow named Elvis was probably the shiniest of stars
Since Billie Joe jumped off the Tallahatchie bridge
Nothing has been the same up on the Choctaw ridge
Since Bobbie Gentry, it appears
Up and completely disappears
The Mississippi delta has a new drawbridge.
May 20, 2021
A Mississippi back road,
burns in my mind
Its memory twice buried,
resurfaces, reminds
That Mississippi back road,
you once led me down
Perdition, destruction
—damnation refound
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
Mississippi native
McKinley Morganfield
Muddy Waters (nick-name)
Made his way to England
Mostly rhythm and blues
Moody- a taste of jazz
My favorite music
Pleiades 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
10/15/2020
They rolled like a mountain,
out of New York city.
I heard Cajun Lady,
from The Fat'sby
Twas back in the day,
Nineteen- Seventy.
You know she was a lover,
His Mississippi Queen.
I heard Cajun Lady,
With the Fat'sby on Lead.
Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans
To see the ironworks filled with flowers supreme
To gaze the Mississippi on calm felled days
Then wonder how youth suddenly slipped away
Do you Know what it means to miss New Orleans?
well, something
happen
that evening
on the
back porch
along the
Mississippi River
the cherry wood
chimes jingled
in unison
playing an
on old
spiritual Tune
called,
"Wade In the Water"
the cherry wood
keep singing
along
A Mississippi back road
burns in my mind
Its memory twice buried,
resurfaces, reminds
That Mississippi back road,
you once led me down
Perdition, destruction,
—damnation refound
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)