Short Missouri Poems
Short Missouri Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Missouri by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Missouri by length and keyword.
Autumn days are born,
when summer days and winter nights.
Do battle upon the open field,
under October’s waning light.
dark in missouri
large underground city
a subtropolis
I have never been
not fond of caves or the dark
but it still exists
Was a young lad from Missouri
Rushing about in a flurry
- A bathroom to find
- His bowels were maligned
Oops! Never mind. End of story.
Spring winds rattle walls
trash cans roll along the street—
No sirens this time
seas of trees
green like peas
light wind breeze
puts my mind at ease
before that deep freeze
during eighty degrees
head to Missouri please!
Maybe rain
Maybe not
Maybe it will snow a lot
Sun might shine
Burn your skin
Might have hurricane force wind
Seasons come
fade away
we’ll get it all in one day
In the dark of night,
jolted from my bed,
with a thousand thoughts,
racing through my head.
What a dreadful sound,
those loud sirens bring,
welcome to one more,
warm Missouri spring.
Seconds slide into minutes
minutes into years
Only pausing to rejoice
birthdays and graduations
weddings and deaths
Marks on the calendar
to celebrate another creaking joint
and fading memories
What’s she doing here
shes a missouri opossum
spread out on a tree
started yesterday
my grandchild said whats that
had to look up
she was spread eagle
against the bark of a tree
I had to research
Roots in Missouri
A free mind in slavery
I asked God for help
He said, "Look at the peanut"
So, I moved to Tuskegee
Taking my dogs on a raft trip to North Missouri,
Solomon, Jasper, Jetsam and baby Madame Curie,
None of us are swimmers, but there is no real worry.
We float along in peace, none of us in any kind of hurry.
There was an old man from Missouri.
Biting his nails, he tended to worry.
Taping his fingers to stop the bad habit,
he switched to candy wherever he could grab it,
and once he was full, he always got purry.
It takes ten minutes
to dawn coat and gloves
scarves and boots and woolen caps
earmuffs and face masks
Pry open the frozen door
and step outside
wait thirty seconds for the dog to pee
and run back into the house
The computerized MAP test
Who could take it seriously?
Not even norm-referenced
A state test, only in Missouri
I watch a fourth grader complete his
Answering forty-two questions in seven minutes
Hooray for him I think
I Will Be,
On The Lead!
Scoring's Effort,
Wakes Our Dreams!
To Field's Where Hope Is Shown;
The Strength Our Voices, .... Roll!
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Birthplace, .... Rolla Missouri
I
can see
the soft clouds
go drifting by
outside my window.
It’s a stay at home day,
not doing a damn thing day,
I’m calling it a no go day.
I don’t know when I last felt this way.
Wait a minute it was just yesterday.
bright ruby and green
flash dance across the garden.
humming and twirling
sipping from flowers
they zigzag helter-skelter
savoring each drop
chirping their pleasure
as they drink nature’s treasure
suddenly they’re gone
Heavy air on breezeless days
push me under shady trees
sweat stained ball caps
shade red leather faces
Adonis boys display their prowess
to bikini clad Aphrodite
Blood runs hotter than the sun
when darkness hides their passion
5/21/2019
Anyone who is anybody or has traveled at all in the Midwest
Knows about Crown Center, its beauty is the ultimate test
They deck it out with beauty in the winter, honoring Christmas
It is a December sight that children from four states often like the best.
The snippity snip-snap of her bluff,
frankly, should have been enough.
To turn us away from such evil stuff.
We are Missouri Billy Goats Gruff
So it takes a little bit more of a huff
a smack down, belt or more obvious rebuff.
To make us know it is more than enough.
Christina
Friend,sister,aunt and niece
Sister of Charles, Lonnia and Donna
Lover of poetry, friends, and family
Who feels angry, depression, and fear
Who fears failure,hate,and life
Who would like to see Florida,Arizonia and Texas
Resident of Humansville, Missouri
Beeler
Days
drifted,
dust-gold bright,
bare feet skimming
the warm summer roads.
Fireflies stitched twilight’s hem,
porch swings creaked their lullabies,
and Grandma’s voice—soft as corn silk~
called us home through the hush of evening,
where childhood kept its lantern lit for years.
Nothing has ever changed
100 years of tobacco stains
on the wall of the general store
From the gathering of old men
who had outlived a life on the farm
now a collecting place for
old souls who’ve just outlived
Nothing left here but dust
and mouse turds filling up
the cracks of hope
I do not live in Missouri
But I want to be shown
Those who are in a hurry
Often give facts overblown
I cannot be told to believe in this or that
My experiences are vast, decidedly phat
I will make up my own mind if you please
Some of the stuff I read is gleaned out of cottage cheese
Missouri lad, Tom Sawyer -
these days could have been or maybe would have NEEDED a lawyer!
He got the neighbor kids to think it fun to paint a fence for him,
and with his friend, Huck Finn, played pranks on a whim.
Mark Twain's beloved character in his novel "The Adventures of Tom Sawyer"