Small Town Poems - Poems about Small Town

No riots today in my small town No protestors or police around Everywhere I look, peace and quiet On Main Street, three dogs lie down ...

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Lives of residents collaged as their portraits hang from a gallery’s ceiling and spotlight shine upon their faces. They are old they are young they are boys and men they are girls and women these people who have called a small Iowa town their own. Some have posed in fields some by their houses and they frown or smile their faces offering reflections of the lives they’ve known but in their eyes, I...

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When I was a kid, about ten, Living in a very small town, The streets were all gravel, And I was free until sundown. I would leave the house each day, Ride my bike to get my friend, And we would race across town, All four blocks from end to end. The only places we went Were the park or the little store. We got...

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It seems it’s not just a small group anymore. It’s as if it’s everyone now. This town used to be peaceful and kind doing things for each other. It was so welcoming at first sight. But now it’s as if the walls of the town has started coming in almost closing in on...

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Before I understood how life was a weave of intricacies My town was a wonderful world to serve my childish fantasies. I was a young and healthy lad a source of mother’s pride and joy with sun bleached hair and sky-blue eyes. just your average wide-eyed boy On summer days I could run free over hills and through...

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‘Waupaca Awakens’ The thin ice cracks As daylight breaks, Along the still waters Of a chain of lakes Melting snow and slush Both lapping the pier, Letting the bluegill know A new season is near North of the place The first sound is heard, A sign of change is ... The red-winged blackbird Their call from the birch Is melodic and shrill, Carried on the winds Of winter's last chill Leaves of...

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A stick for a gun a dead frog known as ‘Old Pete’ childhood is conquered ...

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Alternating red and blue, police car siren blaring. My heart is thumping wildly. I wave and blow him a kiss, But he doesn't notice. He is on the job, not caring. And since I'm driving slowly, a chance meeting I'm going to miss. Had he wings, he would be the Heavenly Angel Michael. But he is an honest cop...

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“Baby, win me a prize at the county fair.” The smell of funnel cake mingles with the metallic scent of rickety rides. The smoke billowing in the air accents my chills but I still want to be stuck with you at the top of the ferris wheel; It’s trick or treat season, candy is...

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The lonesome whistle of a late night train The sound of bullfrogs or a night owls screech The melodic drip of a summer rain These things pull me back to my town asleep I could count the stars in the sky at night Without smog or bright lights to drown the view Bushes covered in fireflies glittered bright Like golden mounds covered...

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I took the hot and dusty backroad, that twisted into my old hometown. Hoping that some of those good ole days, might still be there just hanging around. Was looking for some of those good times, I had when I was still young and free. When nothing in this world could stop me, from being who I wanted to be. Walked down the...

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I am a small-town girl; where the air is fresh and clean, where the pace is slow and steady and the streets are rarely seen. I am a small-town girl, with a heart full of hope and joy; I want to see the world and find my place to deploy. But now I am in the city and it's...

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I am from a small town, where life moves at a gentle pace, where neighbors lend a hand and smiles light up each face. I am a small-town girl, with dreams that reach the sky; I want to see the world and watch the stars up high. But now I am in the city and it's a different scene; the lights are bright and flashing and...

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I am from a small town where everyone knows my name, where fields stretch on for miles and life is a simple game. I am a small-town girl, with dreams as big as the sky; I want to spread my wings and learn to soar up high. but now I am in the city and everything's so new; I am lost in the hustle-bustle of this...

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I am from a small town; I am a small town girl; first arrived in the city, I am lost at an intersection with traffic lights, red light, green light, yellow light, should I go left or right? fear and shyness haunt me; should I be brave or cowardly? girls call me "Country Girl"; I wonder; city girl, country girl? Is there a difference? I have...

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