Short Wyoming Poems
Short Wyoming Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Wyoming by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Wyoming by length and keyword.
To live as an artist,
but die as a man
The dust forever chasing,
—what heaven began
(Green River, Wyoming: June, 2003)
Touching beauty
if just for an instant
if caught by its magic
— if only just once
(Moran Junction Wyoming: August, 2021)
a breathtaking sight
Devil's Tower Wyoming
from Close Encounters
a breathtaking view
Valley of the Gods Utah
featured in Airwolf
Shadows of tomorrow,
reflections of yesterday
Images of the moment
—in whose Trinity we pray
(Devil’s Tower Wyoming: September, 1990)
Wyoming sure lacks common sense
To believe in Trump, but not Pence!
A bankrupt and liar
Can prey like a friar
Wyoming is spacious yet dense!
wind slashes wyoming wheat field
blades of windmill spinning furiously
animals find shelter under bridge
rain slams down, breaking stalks
no mercy
The Camp Cookie could be heard singing…
“Cowboy: You can’t wrangle the future,
till you stop rustlin the past”
(Dewey Wyoming: July, 2016)
a black-billed magpie
stunning with white and black wings
food left by tourists
wide wyoming skies
bird is free to fly and pick
up after humans
Saying goodbye to all that’s past,
tomorrow slipped away
The moment cherished, the instant pure
—living for today
(Dubois Wyoming: September, 2021)
Searching for ideas
necessary to our existence
from legends
We challenge
the future
—with voices from the past
(Rock Springs Wyoming: September, 2021)
Dapper dog and glamourous cat
strutted around on a Wyoming flat
thinking autographs would be demanded by many
in truth, there were no askers, in fact, not any
Whispering rainbows
thundering skies
Canyons majestic
deserts on fire
Snow covered passes
vows to renew
The altar awaits
— Grand Teton in view
(Wind River Pass: November, 2025)
Silent but deadly,
the judgment of eyes
One look as your warning,
intensity cries
When meant for you only,
all others to miss
The glare in the staring
—unholiest tryst
(Wind River Canyon Wyoming: September, 2021)
Your voice like smoke,
it calls from the distance
Luring your enemy into
winds of deceit
The clouds of your fathers,
hiding hailstones above
Disguising the truth
—as you lie in wait
(Devil’s Tower Wyoming: September, 1990)
Remembering to forget,
the road opened in front of me
Remembering to forget,
the past drifted away
Remembering to forget,
my today my tomorrow
Remembering to forget
—my tomorrow today
(Devil’s Tower Wyoming: September, 1990)
Dancing out from the shadows,
our spirits release
The night from the day,
fresh paint on our cheeks
New fires in the darkness,
where drums beat once more
As voices call inward
—their whispering roar
(Devil’s Tower Wyoming: September, 1991)
Les More owned big fancy mansions galore
Then bought half of Wyoming, but kept craving more
Now his real estate dwindles to six feet by four
It's all he now needs; no less, no more
6/23/22
8th Place
Greed Poetry Contest-Margarita Lillico
A man of Wyoming ate cantaloupe
While watching some galloping antelope
To his aunt he said
You must truly wed
A right proper woman just cantaloupe
Ravagers of Poesy,
spear points of denial
Mongol hordes of fancied verse,
spewing dense and vile
Free words they herd together,
to drive toward a cliff
Trampled once they hit the ground
—by verbal hippogriffs
(Buffalo Jump-Sheridan Wyoming: July, 2019)
The road went straight on
With the ribbon drifting as a heavenly song
They call it the “Road to Heaven” going up high
Stop and look at how it leaves the earth for the sky
So in your wandering take a look to see
I80 in Wyoming in Utah you’ll be.
© Paul Warren Poetry
To go in a circular, spiral, curved
Or crooked course
Breeze, zephyr, puff or bluster
Claptrap, horwash or baloney
Tornado, Cyclone or a disaster
No matter how you put it
If your vehicle stays on the road
In Kansas, South Dakota or Wyoming
You have more than met your goal
Form:
An old cowpoke from Cheyenne, Wyoming
Got a hankering and set out a roaming.
He got as far as Montana,
Choked on a banana,
And returned in a box the next morning.
There was no one waiting to meet him,
No family or loved ones to greet him.
He was laid in the dirt
In boots, jeans, flannel shirt,
And an old faded checkered bandana.
Football
A new dawn has come
He showers and puts on his lucky tee
Sits and waits in his lounge chair
Times has come
He kicks and runs
Catches and tackles
His blood pressure goes up
All from his recliner chair
He cheers and howlers
Rants and raves
Dammit!!
Yes!!
Oregon Ducks 48,
Wyoming Cowboys 14
By Eve Roper 9/25/2014
Selling uranium to Putin through CFIUS
Made less social sense than contracting syphilis
Unless to grow a Global reset chrysalis
Aiding American transformation abyss.
Putin may well employ Wyoming yellow cake
To cower Europeans with nuclear bake
Candled with cancerous cumulus mushroom clouds,
Granting his covering Ukraine with a death shroud.
They talk about me in Cincinnati and Kalamazoo
In Texas, Idaho, Wyoming, Russia and Timbuktu.
They like my photos but few travel to New York City.
Where the Broadway shows are spectacular and witty.
A skyscraper, what is that? Asks a child from Chad.
I’m the Empire State Building, beautiful and bad.
Decorated each December in lights of green and red.
Come to New York City, see me, and get amply fed.