Short Nebraska Poems
Short Nebraska Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Nebraska by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Nebraska by length and keyword.
Lively little lucky Lucy Lulu
Manages milk cows who cannot moo
Noting Nor a Nebraska Gnu
Overseeing the ornery ocean blue
Providing pike for little Lucy Lulu
Tall cottonwood tree
it is leafy and solid
with falling broad leaves
and many awesome branches
as it drools letting go leaves
10/17/20
James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
red suitcase, pretty girl
plaid skirt, perky, sassy
blue truck stopped, he wore blue jeans
handsome and young, she hopped in
An adventure began
In small town Nebraska
The "poem length police have nabbed me again - so I had to put my new piece
"Sunny"
in the story story section.
Here's the URL:
https://www.poetrysoup.com/short_stories/sunny_9449
I met a nice fellow from Nebraska
Talked about his sister in Alaska
Said she was still single
And ready to mingle
“If available,” he said, “I’ll ask-a.”
June 13, 2021
Corn goes on forever in the state of Nebraska
Corn goes on forever in my mind, a bonanza
Fields of my psyche
Are rolling by crikey
In silliness as I shout out these happy stanzas
Corn goes on forever in the state of Nebraska
Corn goes on forever in my mind, a bonanza
Fields of my psyche
Are rolling by crikey
In silliness as I shout out these happy stanzas
In Nebraska, a replica of Stonehenge is revealed
Called Carhenge, it's formed from vintage automobiles
Who thought of this
Some kookie old fish
His strangeness emerged which had long been concealed
autumn’s most clever harvest moon
parades above scratchy hay bales
September shows us October’s nearness
Kansas and Nebraska cool off wonderfully
harvest moon love of September formulates plan
hear a knock on meadow’s door?
Her life is plain
so she gets on a plane
and travels to a Nebraska plain
two passengers
too inebriated to speak
travel with her too
they’re awakened upon arrival
their luggage falls from the overhead
we are there, says the stewardess
Wintery mix
Asthma inducing air
Windchill is fourteen below
Ice under snow
Cars doing donuts
Skidding across freeways
Seeing your breath
Wheezing kicks in
Cheeks pink and frozen
Middle of the USA
Iowa Kansas Nebraska
Frozen unification
The Young Man of Nebraska
There was a young Man of Nebraska
Who rode an old Ass to Alaska
His quest was too bold
For he found it too cold
His Frozen Ass came back to Nebraska
Edited for Viv's Traditional Limerick contest 9.4.18
she stealthily sneaked up on farming community
surprising everyone, for they were deep in sleep
threw barns, sheds, tractors and pitchforks into the air
they were whisked away inside her whirling turmoil tunnel
1952 tornado in Nebraska, devastation from an F-4
Santa will come and we will joke.
Wearing our masks, as we are cautious folk.
Husband I will sit around the tree,
Imagining grandchildren, sitting on our knee.
A phone call may come in from Nebraska and Ohio.
Safely sheltered in place, in this land of ice and snow.
Native, neat noble Nebraska Cottonwood tattered, talented Trees
Tall, so tall those sturdy Trees
Nostalgic, gnarly Nebraska Cottonwood teary,
Those terrific Trees
Our talented truthful trees
7/9/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020 ©
Amedee Forestier an artistic deception
Illustrated London News’s scientifically creative fiction
a coffee faced man fostered from thumb to tooth
to school books facts digging it as proof
I will have my steak gruesomely rare.
Eating mine with Heinz 57 flare.
I am from I-O-WAY
I do not play.
I can eat a cow, a horse and a mare.
I am from Nebraska don’t you know?
You Iowans can brag, and you can blow
But here’s my rule
You little fool
I’ll eat whatever does not start to go.
AKSARBEN NEBRASKA
There once was a lady named Aksarben;
To a lot of her friends she's a has-been;
Closet wardrobes onlyred
Everything she owns "Huskers"
Reign Lady Red Aksarben"GO BIG RED"
7/16/19
State Limerick Poetry Contest
Limerick poetry form only
Sponsored by: Kevin Shaw
Oh! Omaha what with your Woodman Tower
Not covered what it's higher First National Bank
As the mighty Mo!
Missouri River separates Nebraska and Iowa
Two strong mighty buildings that towers
That touch just below the clouds floor
Oh! Nebraska's biggest metropolitan City
12/13/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
two sentinels in winter
watch the frozen wheat field
spy the evil murderer
dragging his innocent victim
Nebraska ground is frozen
two curious crows watch
studying the two-legged miscreant
he shouts his aggravation to the wind
innocent victim is nonmoving
left at the foot of the fence post
two sentinels feel relief
when evil scoundrel leaves
Nebraska has turned herself gray early this year
A desolate cornfield stands torn and disheveled
A cold front comes in from the north
She whips a few strands from the stalks
An anticipatory shiver goes through the field
An empty feeling of winter saturates the ground
Deer have decimated the last few corn kernels
Nebraska winters rival those in Michigan
Poplar Cottonwood haiku-
songbirds nest courtships
mice, rabbits, deer eat bark leaves
mighty Cottonwood
broad triangular
cotton-like seeds grows 139 foot tree
are those leaves 6 inches
poplar Cottonwood
tallest trees in Nebraska
great plains Cottonwood
4/29/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
Copyright © 2018
From anthology “Sound Track For My Life” 2018©
Fog came early to Nebraska,
and slender churches became hidden.
Pastors came out of them with scarves,
their children tight-dressed
and with white mittens.
Cars moved slowly,
dipped beams constant; the radio turned on.
The fog came early - unawares.
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4/23/2015
Featured poem of the week
commencing 3/10/2019
A man from Nebraska, called Wayne,
Found speaking in public a strain.
He stammered and stuttered,
The audience muttered;
'A pain? You can say that again!' *
18.07.19
* pronunciation of again has two variations. I'm using the one rhyming with 'rain'
(audio link for 'again' - third pronunciation : https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/again)
State Limerick Poetry Contest : sponsored by Kevin Shaw
I look to my right
And there’s a bin of stuffed animals just like the one you bought me
I look to my left
And there’s your favorite flavor of ice cream
I look down
And I see your Nebraska sweatshirt I couldn’t let them throw away
So I think maybe
Just maybe
And I look up.
But there's no trace of you in the sky
Just the harsh grocery store lights
Reflecting off the tears streaming down my face.