Indiana Poems - Poems about Indiana

politics is strictly for hicks in French Lick ______________________ population: 1,720 (2020) ...Read the rest...

Indiana Kibble Kat was the kind of a professor that…. Taught us about adventure with a tip toe tat. Regaling us with stories pulled out of his hat Amazing us with his pet vampire bat. We never had a...Read the rest...

"They cut my leaves, they cut my trunk they dropped my headdress, But they didn't pull out my roots... So I went on living"...! PS: Potiguara surviving group of Indians who inhabit Baia da...Read the rest...

The garden is slowly reviving herself. Waking up from her nightly slumber. Showing her pinks, purples, yellows and greens. Mariah the Merry Maid faces the sun. Wondering whether she will need to water. Will the dew be enough? A reverent silence...Read the rest...

Wild geese wade in flooded field Indiana...Read the rest...

Babes flesh of her with the audacity to crown themselves lords if not gods masters of all all natural fools at her feet As every kingdom falls Nature alone knows immortality circa 2005...Read the rest...

The cecadas call merily Across green fields of maize While a humid Haze settles Underneath a burning sun The wind blows hot and meager To escape the relentless burn But cloudless skies give no respite inviting all; but fooling none The daylight...Read the rest...

Haiku 60 – Indiana Summer Indiana orange roadside lilies rural splendor Indiana elephant’s eye corn no tassels yet Indiana endless green soybean fields rich farmland soil a strange beauty stark yet soothing vistas Indiana For SKAT – OZ’s “summer poems” contest......Read the rest...

Indiana Jones Makes a Visit By Elton Camp A wealthy French landowner was extremely excited To explore his caves, a professor asked to be invited “That man is the greatest archaeologist of our age. This is certain to put my...Read the rest...

Gary, Indiana is the town where I grew up Aftermath of gang battles designed our streets Rage, rap, and rivalry were the three R’s that we learned at school Yet, this was my hometown, the town where I...Read the rest...

'Tis glorious springtime agin in Wayne County, Indiana! (Never mind that a blizzard jes' blew in frum Montana!) Folks wuz beginnin' to till their gardens to plant pertaters, And wuz bustin' clods to set out plants uv beefsteak...Read the rest...

The passionate...pulsating rhythm, Of your tasty...temple of doom. Pounds a pummeling throb, While hunting for buried treasure. ...Read the rest...

Travelling the world, Seeking the mystical poetess, No Tomb too dark or scary, No too evil Nazi so wary... This Jewel must be returned To the Soup Treasury.... (add your verse, sil' vous plait!) Email me @ Quasarttt228@aol.com for me...Read the rest...

plain boy,easy time just pine away,love song rites and be still,captive...Read the rest...

(This fictional poem is based on a cartoon I drew) My cousin is as dumb as he can be. His IQ score is only twenty-three. He and I both love those Indiana Jones movies. We think they are neat...Read the rest...