Small Town Poems - Poems about Small Town

In My 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

   

Small Town Portraits

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

Big Kid Small Town

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

Two Faced People

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

Any Small Town

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

Waupaca Awakens

‘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

Poor Boy

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

Small Town Cop

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

Small Town Samhain

“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

Memories

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

Dusty Roads of the Past

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

I Am From a Small Town

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

I Am From a Small Town

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

I Am From a Small Town

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

I Am From a Small Town

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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