West Virginia Poems - Poems about West Virginia

roadside attraction no cares or worries in mind just happy eating...

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If you follow an oxycontin mule into the woods it may lead you nowhere, and that is where you may stumble upon a flying beast so rare that it exists only on the edge of itself. The Cherokee name them Thunder Birds, pterodactyls for sure, their large leathery hides loop and swoop. Rarely are they found nesting, but are said to be everlasting. O West...

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I stand on the edge of a spectacular canyon A river in the distance far, far below With mountains rising above each side Reflecting in the rushing tide, as though One might miss the verdant foliage crests. New River Gorge they call this place A flora and fauna national preserve Nature's playground at its absolute finest. Far below in the foamy surging rapids Are...

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As kids growing up in the hills of West Virginia, We were poor, but no one was any better off. Halloween was a time we looked forward to, But there was no money for the store-bought stuff. Costumes and treats were always homemade And so, we would scrounge around for things Old clothes, cardboard boxes, and burlap sacks From which we became...

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In the heart of Appalachia are a people Stigmatized and down trodden honestly forgotten they will invite you over for Sunday dinner Their hospitality unrivaled they will tell you this history of their people From the great rivalries to its famous people They take pride in the work they do cause their momma's taught them so and their papas would make it...

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An exceptional young man from the Old Dominion Was in love with his most overrated opinion He spouted the verse and chapter But collapsed shortly thereafter Because he met up with a savvy West Virginian. written August 11, 2021...

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Homeward bound in the evenings, weary miners cross the ridge Returning from the deep mines black as the coal they uncover Not far from the grandeur of the New River National Gorge Bridge Homeward bound in the evenings, weary miners cross the ridge Generations of these men have considered it a privilege To dig deep into the latest rich seams...

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Around twilight driving home from the casino we both saw it; it was silhouetted as it crossed the full moon. legend has it that the Moth Man has retired, perhaps he flew too near to a street lamp and singed his wings? That night while still driving we saw the fabled Goony bird. The Cherokee call it the Thunder...

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I stand on the edge of a spectacular canyon A river in the distance far, far below With mountains rising above each side Reflecting in the rushing tide, as though One might miss the verdant foliage crests. New River Gorge they call this place A flora and fauna national preserve Nature's playground at its absolute finest. Far below in the foamy surging rapids Are...

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We came down from an evening hill walk then made coffee on the two ring cabin stove. She said she was weary. I said I was weary. Wearily we sat there in silence a strange discontent creeping across the floor rugs as the sun began to sink. “Is it too late to drive home” you asked. I thought about the long drive in...

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Wild rugged den of Hatfield and McCoy, Entered the Union with birth pangs of war. Sweet meadows punctuate inked river beds, Trapped in mountains black wealth of coal. Volunteers--first to send her sons to serve. In hidden glens Bigfoot and Mothman roam. Raging rivers white water rafters ride; Green valleys house her ancient Celtic stock. Indians roamed, leaving mystic burial mounds; Night music choir...

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majestic mountains fog hovering in the morn unsullied waters hasten to the waterfall filling the cold deep basin...

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I was sent to the store by my wife. This was a part of my new life. This little shopping trip for my wife, Did not really cause me much strife, If some new, then laughter would be rife. Chocolate bars bought, to be cut with a knife. Female items, I walked whistling like a fife. Strangest trip to Save a Lot,...

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They call my home the mountain state Though, also has many large hills. Crazy curves that swerve sway, around. Slipping sides of the roads do show. . These may be negatives to some. However, deliver such sights The glorious colors that flaunt, During all the seasons that live. Mountains stand tall over the hills. Foliage of every hue, Wooded centers flow all over. Nature abounds gloriously. West Virginia...

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My home, the land of the rolling hills. Where the trees embrace in mutual respect. Who can truly understand the mystery of the hills without living among them? I have learned much from the flowing waters. I have spoken with the spirits of the earth. I have discovered it's fiery soul. I have sung with...

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