Meadow Poems - Poems about Meadow

... ”Flowers are the creator’s finishing touch, perfection in last strokes of His brush.”Quote - Poet’s own Zinnia awakes in the morning mist Awa......Read the rest...

...Deep sky, ankles seeping into grass. Through the thicket, light pushes through, a thousand bracketed sky windows. Deep earth gives way, fades way down, to where legs reach up, to a tople......Read the rest...

... On a drowsy dusk in summer the air suddenly stops to flow, the trees seemed stilled fossils, their boughs drooping low. The horizon turns a slate draped with onyx cloud layers, the thunder spl......Read the rest...

...In the evening's ebbing twilight I sit beneath the arc of a tree's bending bough and wait for my love to appear on the hill atop the meadow Here in the calmness of the sunset I see a sky of l......Read the rest...

...Into a meadow, I stopped by a gate I often happened this way Upon the stile I lent my arms, Closing my eyes for a while It often happened this way Deep in my mind's eye A vision,clear ......Read the rest...

... “Yearning blossoms flowers of love in wasteland turned into valley of desire” – Quote by poet I go a long way to find you As you walk through the moonshine bright Shimmer lik......Read the rest...

... When the starless nights are bleakly opaque, and the sunless days desolately misty, to steer the astray life across ambiguity maze in the miasma of misery isn’t easy. When the garden of f......Read the rest...

...In a field of golden tall sunflowers , Swaying in the gentle breeze, Yellow petals shining bright, Bathing in the warm sunlight. The color of the morning sun, Rising in the sky, Yellow rays ......Read the rest...

...There is a story in the wind Of Mother Nature's son And her retribution For the mad path that he'd begun. Of all her creatures big and small, Just one caused her worry. His intrusion and arr......Read the rest...

...“Weeping is a door out of grief. Walking along the path behind the door brings relief.” -Quote by Poet Nothing else mattered, She was torn and battered, Life had shown......Read the rest...

...Fox is on the violin There is a viola for the hare We clap a little rhythm That is beyond compare The meadow is alive With the sounds the animals bring I love the string instruments They mak......Read the rest...

...What i've woven hardly matters. With my tapestry in tatters. Lay in place adorned with shadow. Await that sunlit meadow. But the harvest cannot grow, Without one to make it sow.......Read the rest...

... He wears thick gloves when he strings the barbed wire, fashioning a thorny fence from prickly metal spines, reminding me that cattle like to know the boundaries, the edges of a pasture, clever......Read the rest...

...It has been said: That if, just one person remembers, your life after you are gone, then you may still be forced to walk this earth tied to a false memory. My prayer, is to be entirely forgotte......Read the rest...

... The migratory mind indomitable, of the spirited surfer possessed, waltzes on waves of life, curled crests climb demented, fling the fractured moon, dark troughs descend......Read the rest...