Short Tennessee Poems
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Excitingly,
at Tennessee,
me and the sea,
on a nice day.
The open sea,
see its beauty,
I'm so happy,
your here always.
A pair of spectacles
an unsharpened pencil
an eraser, pink, shaped like Tennessee
Which of these is truth?
Answer quickly or fall to hell!
Kentucky never did pull me
Neither did Tennessee
Kansas, best left to Dorothy
~ O, for the beaches of Waikiki
Haiku 67
cool mist’s embrace
Smoky Mountains hiding
morning miasma
white dogwood flowers
Tennessee deep forest shade
fiddleheads unfurl
Folding words into
a feeling
The permanence was
addictive
The creases
redefining
And the transcendence
sublime
(Nashville Tennessee: 'The Bluebird' October 1991)?
December 11
12/11/1952
cold winter day
Memphis, Tennessee
Baptist Hospital
Obstetrics Unit
Six A.M.
8-pound boy delivered
Almost seventy-three years later
I'm still here
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 was a rabbit in Tennessee
His offspring numbering forty three
His manners much less than polite
Caught in a garden without an invite
Now he's on a plate you see; served as rabbit fricassee
Are dark and spooky
water drips, bats hang around
there might be ghosts too.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Jan.10/2015
Ghost Adventures is about the Bell Witch in Tennessee.
My dog is so happy
People comment, who see
She prances with love for life, lovingly
Bringing smiles everywhere to be
Her name is Bella, from Tennessee
Adopted years ago, now always with me
Heidi Sands
9/30/19
There was a man from Tennessee,
who claimed had more money than me-
I thought he had lied,
opened his mouth wide,
spent more on dental bills than he!
Female- Garnet
Size 10
December 29, 2018
. for public domain
Passing memory of Mr. Williams
Choose to grow a single flower,
orchid, daisy, what you will.
Pot it in a wheel barrow,
and roll it up a hill
for all to see that it may say,
"Look at me! Look at me!"
Melodic notes often bring
Jazz singers a bit of zing
Dancers jump in with a swing
Elvis is the Tennessee king
50’s make me want to sing
Partners slung out in a fling
Tempo from an angels’ wing
Music is a most wonderful thing
Harold was all bluff and guff
brusque and rough
his words sometimes pinched cheeks too hard
with his honest plain Tennessee talk
Some thought he was rude
he had no filter
he was abrupt
but not corrupt
a few of us appreciated his honesty
Since I left home in Memphis, Tennessee,
and landed on my face. I woke up in this place,
and saw fishes swimming next to me.
I found firewater, never the sun.
Is this any way to drown, in the soaking part of town?
Goodbye, good luck, your loving son.
Shooting my classmate’s brother
(that war within a war)
I sat next to him at The Point
still targeting him sure
More than blood will flow this day
memory also dies
As honor sells its soul in vain
— each headstone marks the lie
(Maryville Tennessee: March, 1999)
One room cabin born, wrote a song at age of five.
Dreamed big, prayed hard, had intense drive.
Sang with Porter Wagoner’s band,
Put books in millions of children’s hands,
Imagination Library, a culmination of Dolly’s Dream.
For enhancing literacy in Tennessee, she is the queen.
Happy Hee, a little witch found her forever home in the wilds of Tennessee
It is perfect for me she said, dancing and prancing, perfect for me.
She brought in her familiars, a frog, a crow, a raven, and a cat named Me.
They loved her haunted house and made some scrumptious pumpkin tea.
Clear blue color stretched accros the skies like paint on a blank canvas
Fluffy white cloud float lazily through the fresh air
Green grass carpets the soft brown earth beneath it
Nothing but the sound of a sweet bird songs fills the air
Lost in the peace and beauty of the Tennessee Fields.
Engines roar and planes soar
Across the beautiful sky's
Engines roar and SUV's tour
Across the fruited plain
Now some guy
Says to you and I
You must not drive and fly
But it's ok for me
To travel the world you see
I'm a special man
From a special clan
Who hails from Tennessee
I
I must have TEA
Must have been in a state
Mississippi
Must have sipped stale TEA
WENT TO HorsePetal
Flowery Hospital
Recovered Nicely
Re-covered
Doctored prescribed wisely
II
Missus Have TEA
Tennis T anyone
Yes Tennessee -
If Miss Sippy
Wore her New Jersey
What did Dellswear?
Go to ALASKA
Eyes so blue and pure,
A heart of gold,
Yes I am sure.
Confidence that has no limit,
His charachter also so sweet and timid.
A smile that is brighter that Tennessee stars,
Happliy driving for miles in his rusty car.
The man of my dreams,
The love of my life.
I am writing this poem as his soon to be wife.
I adopted my Chihuahua Dog two years ago today.
I'll be Agnes's last owner, she's here to stay.
I adopted her in Morristown, Tennessee.
I am lucky because Agnes is with me.
Two years has been how long I've known her.
I'm very happy and proud to be her owner.
(Today I'm celebrating the 2nd anniversary with my dog.)
R ed River Valley and Southern
A labama Tennessee
I llinois Central
L ouisiana Southern
R io Valley Switching
O regon Pacific
A llegheny Valley
D enver Rock Island
T exas Pacifico
R ochester and Southern
A lamo Gulf Coast
C arolina Coastal
K ansas City Southern
S eminole Gulf
All Aboard !
David "Davy" Crockett,
wore a coonskin cap not a pretty flowery locket.
Was he the "King of the Wild Frontier"?
The bears would hide from him in fear.
In 1834, David "Davy" Crockett published an autobiography, A Narrative of the Life of David Crockett of the State of Tennessee. Many have written about him.