#southcarolina poems on Hello Poetry

Belle Carrie Garrison Jan 2017

What happened to the once-Great State of South Carolina?
What happened to the southern Hospitality, for it turned into Hostility?
What happened to the southern Pride that Tied us together?
What happened to the once-welcoming Communities and land of Opportunities?

What happened to the state I Live In, where things were never Given, but they were earned?
What happened to the people Surrounding me, though once proud to be here; are now Astounding me with hatred?
What happened to the beautiful Places and smiling Faces; all I see now is Destruction and Disgrace.

I love my state, yes. I love my people, yes.
But where did the charm Go, all that is around now is shade to Throw.
Where is the southern Charm, and the love where we would give an Arm to help our neighbor?

Here lie the broken Families, the torn palm Trees, in the once-Great State of South Carolina.

#hatred #charm #destruction #south #southcarolina

Andrew Dunham Jul 2015

sandy island

nestled in its comfortable corner of the marsh,
lays nine-thousand acres of soggy southern soil and sweetgrass.
here the hands of the clock carelessly play a lazy leapfrog
as tranquil transformations of pidgin make for musing murmurs.
the clangor of crickets lulling the weary ears to sleep,
as nocturnal creatures nimbly parade over placid, brackish water.
rotting wood stilts sink softly into the not-exactly-quicksand,
the last ferry makes a wake while winding to the next *******,
father time is in no hurry here.

google: Sandy Island, South Carolina.

#nature #water #history #southcarolina

Mark Lecuona Jun 2015

The Reds

The walls do not fall willingly
No matter their prayers and tears
No matter how many circles they march
No matter a ram’s horn ringing in their ears

Ghosts stand on the far side of the river
Waiting for their brothers to be together
Brothers who dream of crossing the Jordan
Brothers who dream only of their character

It is for their children that they walk towards the sun
It is the God we pray to who made deserts for men
They see the sun set though blue is what colors their skies
But the songs they sing have become red once again

#blood #southcarolina

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