Best Florida Poems

No litter, no rules, no society scent,
just peninsula pure soul content, ideally lent.
Awed and wowed with arms stretched wide,
I stand on Key’s narrow road, on narrow land,
surrounded by two sea gems and their sand. 

This dream road sea-drowns, down south’s horizon
and thrills my innocence without...

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Blending in so beautifully in the endless everglades
The heron waits patiently

The warm wind ripples the water
He waits regally

Standing still like a statue in silent blue waters
He waits hungrily

Catching his first fish of the day
No more waiting - he dines like a king 


Inspired by Majestic...

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Where settlers came in search of gold,

they found instead a golden grove.

Trees burst with fruit, for sun is bold

where settlers came in search of gold.

No precious ore, but wealth untold;

rich landscape is the treasure trove!

Where settlers came in search of gold,

they found instead a golden...

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~South Florida~
(Free  Flow ) 


The temperature is rising 

We're in the hottest days of summer 

Heat and humidity in the air are soaring 

Sometimes for days the rains are just pouring 


This is summer with all its days full of sun and fun 

People...

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I am Florida ,paradise
look around and realise
dreams come true
beneath my skies
   azure seas ,a life serene
egrets wade beside the stream

peace surrounds you like a dream
       sailfish and the dolphins leap
     toward the moon...

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The sun emerge from its hide, smiling bright and it glide
Promising a fine stay, for those who toil by the day
Oaks surround the landscape, as ferns add in to the grandeur
A heron’s displaying majestic pose, the farmers toil with ardor
The placid stream that flow, bearing...

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While walking in the white sand by the seashore,
The seashells were many.

I liked collecting them,
There were shells of all shapes and sizes.

I was given a lovely shell,
Beautiful blue and green.

I collected shells of all shapes and sizes,
You could have a sand dollar which brings you...

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Santa in Florida

By Elton Camp

In Florida, Christmas ain’t so grand
Santa’s sleigh won’t slide on sand
And not many children there stay
Most of the folks are old and gray

Santa’s thick, red suit will be right
To keep away the mosquito bite
Children have to leave him a Coke
On its...

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Santa and reindeer's were very tired,
they had one more area left to do.
This last place was very big,
it's name was Florida.

 
They must come in over land,
hitting the water they will make a huge splash.
Rudolph must see the tall lighthouse,
a bright light lighting their way.


It...

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You can almost swim across large parts of Florida, swim and
walk a few steps and then plunge again into the cool sexual
embrace of yet another blue swimming pool.
You can almost cross the peninsular of Florida by using the
fairways, the greens, and the links of the...

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Lit up snowmen on the lawn
In weather warm and sunny;
Dolphin Santa in a sleigh
Flamingo-drawn, so funny!

Christmas decorations change
Depending on location
And likely, there'll be many forms
Of festive celebration.

No matter where you choose to be
As holidays draw nearer,
The universal need for joy
This season gets much clearer....

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I shall return to Florida
In late autumn, a driving trip
When blooms have lost their stamina,
And I shall need to get a grip.
Surely before the first cold spell
Settles in, ere the first snowfall
I shall find a small place to dwell
Near the seashore where I can scrawl
Short...

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EASTER BUNNY OF FLORIDA

God sends gifts to sensitive hearts.
My grandson left his pets behind
as we travelled from familiar parts
of Georgia to Florida. God is kind.

Muffin, given the first name of Stud
by my grand’s dad. A small bunny
in the tiny yard, was the color of mud.
God’s...

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Breeze teasing Palm trees,
Turtles sunning by the pond,
Lovely winter day....

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Groves,
parallel patterned rows
(hardly higher than bushes),
dot and stretch up hillsides,
looking from a distance
much like cornrows
on the tight tan scalps
of hip young New York
subway riders.
Luscious fruits,
at closer range,
mimic setting suns
boldly drawn in crayon:
oranges evoke essence,
name their own color....

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