Savannah Poems - Poems about Savannah

in Savannah a shadow creeps at dusk or stalks presumably a sasquatch or squirrel ...

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The little girl unfurls her dreams, Bringing forth the visions within her. Yet the night cloaks her dreams, Blurring her vision. Home was not a place of bliss; The world felt like a bleeding star, Gradually losing its brightness with each drop. Each day brought its share of...

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While on safari (Kiswahili for 'trip') in Tanzania over the horizon in a downward slip across the savannah the sun had begun to set thought I'd seen it all and yet out on the endless plains known to the Maasai as 'Serengeti' not laughing but and don't think me petty with leopard-like rosettes dotted some funny-looking hyenas there were spotted ...

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Africa, gentle your fiery wild blaze, Lest heat waves plunder my safari days. I seek adventure, wild, fun-filled and free, Not scorching sunbeams that beg to drain me. The savannah's golden vastness beckons, Two giraffes emerge, my stares they reckon, Their eyes bright, like ancient wisdom, meet mine, My camera begs to flaunt their design. Their gaze gave a shared fleeting scary bond, My...

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I'm an estuary of ivy-furs, sleeping in monsoonal moonglades of love~ as the savannah sun of sunset blurs, slowly unveiling stars with golden glove. When russet- fairies twirl in a bronze lake, singing with springs of watermelon wand, an untouched summer unfurls behind ache, lacing twilights with lush wishes, so fond. Garden of grapefruit, doesn't forbid faith, exotic eyes paint life with...

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Savannah was from a small town. She had never been to the city. Country boys were respectful, polite, they waited their turn. These city boys fancied themselves men. They were rude, staring in unexpected irritating ways. Some followed her, saying weird things. Savannah wished her aunt had picked her up at the train station. She had the address, but was not...

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There once was a little boy from Trinidad found barefoot in the Savannah mini-clad. He started on his quest in a ripped merino vest but what adventures that little Trini had! Written: May 2015 *The Savannah is a large open parkland...

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Old savannah, how old are you really The moss hanging from the tree tells it all Big oak and hickory that speaks and whispers Old savannahs, how old are you really Old street car rails still in place If those street cars could talk It would tell you an awesome story of its travels Old savannah, how old are you really With...

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That sassy young lassie from Savannah She wound up in Cuba's old Havana Playing fine flamenco guitars Rolling pricey high-class cigars And shacking with men in her cabana. written June 23, 2021...

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Old savannah, how old are you really If the moss hanging from the trees Could talk, it would tell it all Trees that whispers and speak of The battles that you’ve faced Old savannah, how old are you really With old street car rails That’s still in place If they could speak, they would Tell you some awesome stories Of its travels Old savannah, how old...

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Child Of The Savannah (A Poem by Nwabuisi Chimezie Samuel ) I walked into my youth With bare foot. So I don't lose my way, I memorized his tales. I am in a future, Similar to the past of his own youth. Like the tall palms of the Nile, I fell in denial. As a...

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Here's a puzzle, what's black, red, black, red, black, red? This one's a challenge, is it several pieces of jam and toasted bread? No points did you earn 'Twas a zebra with a sunburn Rolling on the savannah, trying to get relief before bed!...

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MY NAME IS ---SAVANNAH ROSE SUNFLOWER my name Savannah my favorite flowers are Roses Sunflowers one is shaped like fist and the other looks like the sun both which bright colorful radiant colors and O’ how I love them so Savannah Sunflowers 9/25/19 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019© a dedicated Haiku verse to Savannah Sorensen...

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The sun saturates the Spanish moss, hangs from the oaks like a lacy dress A lovely, warm grayish green under the sea, showing every stitch in the lace, swaying like a living reef Nature created a lace that sun nurtures and air gives water There is a sting nestled in the moss, a gnat that bites like the burn...

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Dear Southern Gals Savannah - oh honey You beautiful Belle Your locks long and loose And silver as well Muted mementos Of suffering of pain Of tears you have wept Long rivers of rain Georgia - oh honey You dear southern Belle Your story is cruel And shameful as well Your tresses have witnessed In somber green gray The heartbreak the pain The ship of that day Oh Savannah oh Georgia You...

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