Short Nashville Poems
Short Nashville Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Nashville by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Nashville by length and keyword.
there's a place to go
the lights are much brighter there
if you're that crazy
you can blow up an RV
and let the whole world stare
the pitter patter
little feet of rain unkempt
needs to hibernate
wicked still ~ harsh tornadic
spin that upended Nashville
3/3/2020
A frog who could dance up a jig
Went to Nashville to make it big
She set out for the disco
Ended up in some Crisco
Seems it wasn’t that type of gig
That Grand Old Opry;
Nightly Nashville celebrates
Country heritage.
Down home folks sing down home songs;
Hard working lives in downtime.
Folding words into
a feeling
The permanence was
addictive
The creases
redefining
And the transcendence
sublime
(Nashville Tennessee: 'The Bluebird' October 1991)?
Hi-tech is my game
Analog to digital
I hail from Nashville
Over one hundred patents
I'm Jesse Eugene Russell
Nashville Tennessee quite the destination.
Historical birthplace of so many illustrious careers.
Phenomenal live concerts and museums.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2026
There's a sweet young lady named Jill
for whom travel is such a big thrill.
She sees many places
and lots of kind faces
in Asheville, Nashville,
Seattle and Seville,
Belleville, Louisville
and Copacabana, Brazil!
My More Horn Haiku to You
chew and chew then chew
train riding on is a cho cho
picture of I drew
How about that for a Horn Haiku.
Ogden Nash is one of my favorite poets.
Just found out that Nashville is named
after his family.
The check-out clerk stamped my date due
Into every book,
And said ”Already, one month through”
With a wistful look.
“Another year has got away
Just like the other years”:
A trite, profound, chance thing to say;
Winter disappears.
Semi-sleepwalking
Ev'ry day is déjà vu
When my love's adrift
---
Nashville to Kentucky
The state line divides my heart
So where lies my home?
---
The journey stretches
I'm like Kerouac, on the road
Or Frost, miles to go...
The monstrous spires uprise
But never touch the skies,
Vain, earth-foundationed monuments
To Life’s impermanence.
Expensive markers war with Time
Where lichen mosses climb
And cover up each hand-carved word
That tells of those interred.
The monstrous spires uprise
But never touch the skies,
Vain, earth-foundationed monuments
To Life’s impermanence.
Expensive markers war with Time
Where lichen mosses climb
And cover up each hand-carved word
That tells of those interred.
Say you will, then what I'll do
Is I will ask something of you
Will you go with me to France?
If you will, expect romance
I can romance here as well
I'll find someone who wants to sell
A cozy cabin near Nashville
You just have to say you will
Wherever the Autumn breeze leads you, baby
I hope it leaves you walking the right direction
When leafs are fallin like teardrops
In the grass where your worries lay
This is my wish for you from Nashville
Whenever you're on your knees
Remember you can still pray
I’m more New York than Nashville
I’m more classic than cowgirl chic
more rock n roll than country twang
not much for fishing down by the creek
I like being in the city
not a cabin on a country mile
that doesn't mean I
don't like cowboys
every once in awhile
Naomi Judd of The Judds
Ashland, Kentucky born
Only “Love Can Build a Bridge”
May her soul rest in peace
In the arms of her Saviour
Judd family tragedy
Unmasking mental illness
Days before Hall of Fame Induction
Died near Nashville, Tennessee
Written May 2, 2022
I’m not offended by all the blonde dumb jokes
because I know I’m not dumb…
and I also know I’m not blonde
~ Dolly Parton
Dolly
Buxom and jolly
Not easily offended nor dull
Just look at her skull
Dolly
Oh by golly
Begging her Parton
Nashville hair choice…pure mock sun
9/30/2021
In the middle of the day,
When I used to be at work,
I am sitting in a bar
Filled with music - what a perk!
With an IPA to sip
And a singer at the mike
And my husband by my side -
There is nothing not to like.
Music City's* what it's called;
It's a title apropos
And I'm feeling very good
That I've had the chance to go.
*Nashville, Tennessee
snow cool
snow delightful
woke up still asleep
stumbled to the coffee pot
walked past the window
whaaat?!
snow deep
snow shakes
sis in Nashville
sis at airport
snow aware
snow not going anywhere
shut in, steep hill, leg issues
nevertheless enjoying the view
snow cool
snow delightful
In Nashville, every bar is filled
With music and with booze.
The patrons fill the tip jars
Of whichever bands they choose.
The past four days we joined them,
Hearing songs and drinking beer,
But now we’re back at home
In our familiar atmosphere.
So tonight on Nashville’s Broadway,
As the fans prolong their sips,
Singers strum guitars and bang on drums
While others give them tips.
As springs’ budding blossoms emerge
the raptors glide mercilessly.
—Michael R. Burch
I wrote this haiku-like poem on 3-27-2023 after the Nashville Covenant school shooting massacre. Keywords/Tags: Nashville, Nashville Covenant, Nashville Covenant Presbyterian School, school shooting, massacre, children, kids, students, child abuse, gun control, America, United States, death, murder, serial murder, massacre, bereavement, class, classes
Cruisen in my caddilac,
Fins on the back,
Listening to hank on the eight track,
Flying down the highway.
Heading to nashville,
Make a big deal,
Try to be a big wheel,
Gonna play some day.
Got my guitar in it's case,
Smile on my face,
A little of gods grace,
Maybe even play over seas.
Got along way to go,
But someday I know,
Were really gonna grow,
This band called Eastern Breeze.
Dedicated to my friend and his band Eastern Breeze.
Off to Nashville you went
So your songs could be heard
The competition was tough
Often without a kind word
But you held to your gun
Because you had something to say
And that was something to be proud of
And reflect on day-by-day
You believed in yourself
You knew you were right
You were a resolute trouper
You gave it your best fight
Now that many years have passed
And memories wane
If you had it to do over,
Would you do it all again?
A country music fan is not
A title I would claim
And yet today I visited
Its well-known Hall of Fame.
For here I am in Nashville,
In the south and far from home,
But I believe in following
That adage, "When in Rome..."
Surprisingly, I much enjoyed
The various displays.
The folks that made it happen sure
Deserve a lot of praise.
Though lots of boots, guitars and hats
Belonged to I don't know,
Still, I loved this fine museum
And think everyone should go!