South Carolina Poems - Poems about South Carolina

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...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

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,...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

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....Read the rest...

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