South Carolina Poems - Poems about South Carolina

I left the old me on the South Carolina sand. The naive, sensitive, fragile girl stayed on that land. I signed my life away for a greater good out there. Sacrificed what I was to become someone better. I left that place as someone unrecognizably new. Stronger, braver, not someone easily subdued. South Carolina kept all that I was before. I clawed,...

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Never will I see pine trees, or dream of whistling wind in leaves, hear the moaning of the trains in lonely nighttime southern rains. Sunshine wakes a cross at morn. Unsatisfied, I rise at dawn. Moving to instinct unknown, once claimed this foreign place my home. Long ago, I dreamed of dance, heightened form of black romance. Remnants of the hopes so lost, yea our future...

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These strong old South Carolina trees have now become my canopies. God bless these South Carolina trees that swung black bodies in the breeze. They sway for peace and harmonies from the ancient southern wrong in these, that brings their grandness to bowed knees asking in prayer, “Forgive us please.”...

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Another mass shooting has occurred in America. This time, it happened in Rock Hill, South Carolina. A doctor, his wife, two grandchildren, and another were killed by a gun. A former NFL player was deemed the culpable one. That player was found dead from a shot self-inflicted. This was a tragic event nobody could have predicted. How many more unfortunate victims...

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Beautiful I just want u to know I seese everytime that I look in the mirror It's so crazy don't you know but a poet has to take time to Just Imagine the pen jumping in surprise of its first embrace with such a beauty, just how much beauty do you want to see? This GLOW this character,...

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South Carolina Done Huntsman took his ride to the Carolina coast Campaigned a few days then decided he was toast. Perry traveled south and spent plenty of loot Then endorsed another cause the crowds wouldn’t root. Paul rested in Texas, showed up a few days late But his fans clapped and cheered wildly at the debate. Santorum worked hard in his embroidered...

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LOW COUNTRY BOIL SOUTH CAROLINA STYLE Potatoes, corn, onions, sausage, shrimp, and crabs Boiled together to perfection Old newspapers laid on the table All ingredients dumped together Careful, it's hot YUM!! Contest – Low Country Boil By: Sara Kendrick...

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Salty mistiness enters my head. Nostrils take in. Waves crash! Sting rays sting! Crabs scatter! Sandcastles, built wet on dry sand. Walking miles on water-lapped shore. Caesar remains, constant companion. Then man politely asked for my hand. Next year, for my hand in matrimony. Ah. Salty, misty, water-waves pull. Floating out to horizon, swim back. Suck in the sweet, ocean air retreat. Summertime vacations, every August. Gray,...

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It's the last time... I'll shame myself, this skin will never drink again... my lips will tumble, escaping from the frown that sits above my chin, I'll taste loneliness and the shadow of forever as I run my tongue across the silhouette of dishonesty... and I'll starve, I'll lose my waist as...

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Palm trees fingers stretch in the sweltering breeze, bending over graciously, It shelters Mr. Bluejays retreat, Above, clouding blue skies prepare to shower, No movement in this afternoon sauna, Life must wait for South Carolina sun to settle....

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the line drawn,upstarts champions no more,we get it simple,run by me...

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