Inland Poems - Poems about Inland

... Carpet patterns and the swirlings of grain in wooden floors were maps to me of exotic worlds, portal holes for a child to enter and explore places edged on the furthest reaches of the f......Read the rest...

...The shrewd gulls fretted and flew, veered inland to avoid the storm. Some strutted over spiky rocks, others flew low over the sea, occasionally swooping into the cold rough sea below, foraging ......Read the rest...

...The art was most masterful on the dark canvas. The intricate designs, having rich color crispness. Blending strokes together, shades creating expression Giving way to natural warmth of self......Read the rest...

...A - rresting beneath dancing fingered fronds palming zephyr's touch. B - each building sand castles throughout dawning sunlight. C - rumbling granules of fate in the noonday sun. D - esigns creati......Read the rest...

...Oh, how I long for peaceful tranquillity, a secluded spot , somewhere hot, somewhere by the sea. There, I would just sit and sit, mesmerised by the beauty of it. There, I would pick up my p......Read the rest...

...A dawning twilight's me. Oh, joy. Oh, what a joy. This day. Oh, what a day. A breath bestills my eyes and I, e'er slight, a deeper breath that reopened them and myself to a blessed pleasing. ......Read the rest...

...With some reluctance I must confess to you I found myself At the Inland Revenue Opening the door To an enormous queue I waited in line... Forever. As you do. Filling in forms Of......Read the rest...

...a man and his kitten He had lived in a cottage deep inland for thirty years, now, was time for a change, but it was hard to let go, but now the dog was dead he felt alone He and his dog had walk......Read the rest...

...Smell of jazmine mixed with fishy waters. Smell of something missed long time ago. Listening to the seagulls squawking in the morning brings me back to my ocean. Three days ......Read the rest...

...I am a soldier with no rank I'm on a beach behind a tank. With bullets whizzing and shell's that crack Bravery I do not lack. We strom a concrete piller box We hide in a hole just like a fox......Read the rest...

...Raining It is raining outside. I can hear the drops on the roof. They are loud, and getting louder all the time. My heart seems to beat faster, with the rhythm of the storm, coming dow......Read the rest...

...The hurricane rushed by off shore Stirring up surf and surging more Its outer bands reached far inland Where the wind speaks, we understand Large trees sway, branches of fury Its their falling t......Read the rest...

...Impressions Bottomless Depth In mind. An unexplored Blue world pursues to Crawl inland. Foaming Fingers text Imprints Left against Golden grains Of sand, receding. Sonorous wave hum sound......Read the rest...

...I turned the clock of time to look deeper into the divine; I turned the clock of time to see what is mine. The wheels keep spinning and the machine keeps rolling and I behold an oracle rising up from......Read the rest...

...The Protraction of the Epiphany Complacency in a stilted light of regret Vagrancy in a jilted sight of neglect Emergency in a wilted light of insects The urgency of a curative substance to inj......Read the rest...