Tallahassee Poems - Poems about Tallahassee

Ever been to the town called Tallahassee? There you can meet a fine, pretty, young lassie Tell her tall tales Until she bails Then leave Tallahassee all fat and sassy. May 10, 2021...

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There was old man from Tallahassee Who loved woman and lots of whiskey That played the banjo Loud and sometimes low But his devoted fans were only three 4-14-18 Alexis Y....

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A crooning owl sang me to sleep each night From beyond the great oak that held my torn kite Ripples from the pool filter heard each morn Screened in porch that morning glories adorned Spring came early for twenty-three grand years Memories that will never disappear Camellias, azaleas planted with care Colorful fruit trees will always be there But...

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There once stayed a dove in Tallahassee With blond hair the bonniest of lassies She helped with my writes Morning, noon and night After breakfast, we started to write classy http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/carolyn.php...

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Down in Tallahassee An American lassie stayed Her poetry is a joy to read It's the way her writes displayed Writes on subjects cool They en captured all our thoughts Of history and life Our imaginations caught To Ormond Beach she travels Near the ocean she will be To stay in the family house Fishing so frequently And once she's settled in To the Soup she will return To...

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Down Tallahassee Down Florida way The talents of a poet Make this Highlanders day The writes we read The tales she shares Incredible words Just make me stare The more I read The more I enjoy I'm like a new kid With it's favourite toy As her grammar builds The pictures show Her mind on paper As her words purely flow A start and finish Is a must A poets honour As the readers...

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I could not Recognize his voice, When I made this choice, To sell my soul to the devil I suppose, he wears the right clothes We met underneath the Tallahassee Bridge He plays a mean red fiddle, with a whiskey smile With an Irish Jig, we dance down this road of life and death...

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upon hard grey streets of asphalt I drive through morn’s muted orange glow white headlights shine, red brake lights blink in time with changing signals red, yellow, green disoriented city visitors a hindrance to the flow why at seven a.m. now stopped two cars back waiting for green a woman in a minivan ahead primps methodically striving in effect to give...

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