Short Small Town Poems
Short Small Town Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Small Town by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Small Town by length and keyword.
small town bus station
ticket in hand adventure
suitcase and big plans!
my rout
from the south
its hooking
have down
small town cooking
the smell
rings abell
love the way
it fixs
I LOVE
GRITS
Form:
if your on top
always shop
go around
remember your sound
and your small town
how you all toots
never
DON'T FORGET YOUR ROOTS
Fallen leaves, naked trees, cool air is all around.
A gentle breeze blowing leaves.
She came and went like autumn in a small town.
its in a little town
love is around
its stooping sound
I was small
now am tall
still love my country toys
AM
SMALL TOWN BOY
its small town
no to much around
when the church bell sound
love can be found
in the back it has a
gim mill
LITTLE CHRUCH ON
THE HILL
Her sense of whimsy made us smile.
Hanging by feet on a lemon tree.
Pondering the Egyptian Nile.
She has outgrown our small town you see.
there's a rout
cause the south
no doudt
you were put out
some or stll around
in those small town back than it was fea
no corlor folk
eat here
The smell of dark smoke,
Fiery waves of inferno
Burns the whole small town.
Choices We Make
Haiku: by Tom
1/12/2021
If you lie with dogs,
"faster than small town gossip,"
you'll wind up with fleas.
a long journey home
from germany to baltic
a new beginning
(My great-grandparents moving from Germany to a small town in the middle of nowhere)
There is a pole dancer named Honey
never danced in the nude for money
her modesty renown
all around the small town
the kids all call her Easter Bunny
Oldest of three girls
small town American girl
wanting to see more
took off in a car
and ended up in Florida
baby on the way
relationships hours
I live in a small town
how this sound
I was fooling around
it wasn't bought
as I ring the bell
to towns holel
I committe a sin
GOT CAUGHT CHECKING IN
This small town is where I was born
The train comes through at two in the morn
As I near my last day
One last wish if you may
Engineer let me blow that horn
the play the blues
there's some singing fools
there's music is news
its call soul
for young and old
theyer in small town
all around
its a funky sight
SOUL MUSIC NIGHT
Cleanliness
The small town
Up north
Is so clean
Shoes is
Forbidden
Out doors
Only woolly
Socks
People
Do not go
Out a lot
Especially not
In winters.
I was only eight
when I caught the calico box crab freight.
Just a small-town crab-boy in tattered britches,
I found my way to fame and riches,
loaded in a crate.
Take a step back to a simpler place,
Where the world revolved at a slower pace.
Think about Andy, Opie, Barney and Aunt Bee,
Enjoying life in the small town of Mayberry.
lonely am i when:
i remember back in time
of loving grandparents
who took me everywhere
showed me the small town life
now i am lost
to find wonders myself
for my young ones
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
Someone in a small town
may know
I will ask those winds
that travel everywhere at once
Behind a counter
far from here
a wrinkled man
dispenses tablets
that cure-all
Born in a small town,
Rain never let us down,
A pub, lots of churches,
Narrow minds did not disturb us,
Now it is busy suburbia, you see,
Come a long way, since its infancy!
it was in the south
no doudt
there were name
that became fame
as we pass thur
nuthin we could do
but bend down
as shots was around
it was bang sound
RACIST IN
A SMALL TOWN
i was born by the railroad track
where woods or stack
very few people around
its a small town
my mind is in time
it just rome this i can say
the
SPRIT OF BEING HOME
FOR THE HOLIDAYS