Midwest Poems - Poems about Midwest

You cannot exist unless you have a gun This is the Midwest You might want to kill a deer Or an enemy Or an enemy’s kin Or an annoying grouse Get your gun Let’s practice shooting We can shoot out windows Or doors Or people’s...Read the rest...

Several semis have jack-knifed The blizzard has made the air fog-like Highway patrol has closed the interstate down Electric cars cannot run in this weather There is treacherous black ice Many pile ups of cars, some injured, eight dead Frostbite is...Read the rest...

Outside "Clio" history lays simply on cobblestones ways Between its bricks just stays; an hourglass, measuring days, It sees the beauty in each worn stone, a story etched, with a life all its own Within the cracks, it settles in...Read the rest...

snow ice frost icicle January teeth are chattering February also March has been called off this year a new ice age in the Midwest we will not be planting until June...Read the rest...

robin family is annoyed at Spokane’s rainy weather They get a yellow umbrella and stay together Let’s go back to the Midwest says the father, loud. Yes! The wife agrees, looking at a new storm cloud. They huddle together,...Read the rest...

I readily admit I am a country bumpkin But I am no buffoon I am in this to build others up To help others win To raise up my neighbors and my friends We hear about the coastal towns Both east...Read the rest...

The sun rises in a watermelon sky Green leaves welcome the newborn light shivering in the crisp air Watercolor wings amid the blooming blossoms flutter in the breeze The verdant high hills and gentle ravines awaken to the Meadowlark’s chorus in...Read the rest...

Here in my suburban acre of Ohio; I feel the generations, the hungarians, the irish and germans, the dutch, the blacks, the shawnee. We are not a melting pot, we are birds and critters brought here by wild, wild winds. I am...Read the rest...

We accept tornadoes here, expect them, tick them off as they pass by like demon dreidels. Usually they are not a big deal unless they are. Spring culls its little lambs in all sorts of ways. The murder rate in Chicago climbs ever...Read the rest...

Let's go ice skating, like when we were kids! We skated indoors at the Chicago Arena. My leather brown case with peacock satin interior, And gold locks that shined like the morning sun. Those figure skates, polished were my pride and...Read the rest...

The magnolia The frontsman of the spring The pear is jealous...Read the rest...

Dark tornadic skies batten down the Oz hatches twisters by the score...Read the rest...

Jumping Jehoshaphat’s! It is a down home true hillbilly hootenanny! They are jiving and whirling, and the accordion is a twirling! I run to find my square dance dress which no longer buttons. My boobs are hanging...Read the rest...

In the Bible I have pressed a photograph of her and on its back the words she wrote said she'd always remember me on a Greyhound bus I rode down roads that endless seemed through a countryside that never changed and every...Read the rest...

Exit gate C opened up, And the followers flood Turnstiles overcrowding, And fallen ticket stubs A namesake for the estate Just off of 23, On the way to my place In the southern United States We've been distant, More than I envisioned, But I...Read the rest...