Arcadia Poems - Poems about Arcadia

Strange signpost of circling destiny - an Exxon station, perched at the crossroads of State Highway 95 and Farm to Market Road 1331. Almost certainly without its own knowledge serving as the gateway to Arcadia. Where life may be older in the body, but boasts youth eternal in the mind, heart, and soul. Where power, prestige, and wealth all wither away in the...

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cove of stark comfort simplicity of forest verbena-pine scent I don’t care if i see stars immersed in sylvan fancies 9/14/2020...

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blatantly passionate perfected bodily beauty attractiveness overcharged a rhapsody of ...

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Where is this peaceful utopia of infinite wonder I've heard much about? I've followed the call of echoes, and I've searched far and long into the wilderness I've looked through the haze of morning mist and peeked through apertures pierced by sunlight I've relied on the wind for directions, but they blew me every which way. I've searched the...

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You leave the car at what was once, in old reality, a farm and where the National Trust democratise so now not cows but parking motorists feel alarm. Across a road are loos, ex milking parlours still with “stools” and piss as folk make moves to an archway leading to a long curved lane edged with a...

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Oh, that's it, Keko. Pass through. Go ahead. Just walk across my books without a glance, with all that arrogant insousiance of yours, encoded in that languid tread. No, never mind that I've been up all night engrossed in them. What now? So why the pause? Ah, now I see. You might retract your claws...

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Just a small village girl in such a big world Feeding the animals in the quite fields Smiling and singing, laughing too Joan of Arcadia sang songs for you A Leader, a Martyr, a Warrior and Saint No military background a peasant girl quaint Hearing God’s voice on the call for her life A teenage girl drew sword by her side She disguised...

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woke up to a full day but i can tell the sun's only come half bright on the cemented pavements and shameless statements of the buildings towering high. lately pacing shadows of motion with squeezing tight objectives lay themselves amaze to stamper so sluggishly unexpected and rest their bodies inside these big red rectangular double decker boxes that commence to shudder along with...

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Let go my ash on a windy day, From a cliff near the edge of the sea. Mingled forever with the friends I have loved, For all time, now together . . now free. And I promise we'll scatter both hither and yon, In places you'd all like to be. In patches of broom-moss on Arcadian shores; In the midst of...

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Rigid around the edges Behold blissful paradise A spring not yet discovered graceful earth divine -MIRANDA LAMBERT- 1ST PLACE IN DODOITSU CONTEST 2/23/11...

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In a place, In another time was where it all initiated A bombed out place with mixed climatic systems, Reinstated But moving on in this place gave me a cerebral pulsation For within and outside these boundaries, I knew no realization Was it entirely fictional in all its worth, Or was there sense to my thoughts I knew paradises face...

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This is where death is the child and I it's Laborious hand holder Jagged night, lean souls blackened sight in the martyr moon crooning crows and brazen ravens tear the skies through Crooked grins and demon walkers make the evil hallow and the meek surrender Beads of fear saunter a stream's pace down my tired countenance The weary die. Her voice bleeds...

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Crystal clear do I see that sunlit glade Wherein our first act of love was made Your quick,panting breaths heightened my ardour As we embraced in our cosy,clinging arbour When your soft lips melted into mine As strong and heady as a rich wine. How lustrous was your ivory skin As together we did tightly cling, Your glorious soft globes...

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