Bad Lands Poems - Poems about Bad Lands

...Touching Earth, reaching sky. I walk salt shores where all Souls fly over joy's ocean, under sad bad lands my faith in quests we could understand When to touch this Earth to feel our sky......Read the rest...

...He awoke from a fitful repose his legs twitching in death throes, each held by a pinion driven through his ankles. He opened his eyes from the sojourn of deep-sleep oblivion. He peered......Read the rest...

...What you wanted to see became me, what it was was inert, inept- complacent- What you wanted to be was everything, the world had a hand in the monetary spindle, leaks looted the bad-land......Read the rest...

...Poet: Ken Jordan Poem: Out From The Ashes Edited by: Sparkle Jordan written: November/2015 A lone Holly Berry bush - In a land of carnivorous weeds; Is a jewel. A Holly Berry......Read the rest...

...Cowboys in the Badlands The horses need be reined tightly lest they show better judgment and head back to the barn. The cowboys, driven by the dust cloud of following hoof beats, were less ......Read the rest...

...Places that once had names changed by wind and rain and sun and shifting sands once mapped and framed bad lands claim dry bones. Desert meets sky and rivers run dry and road is lost ......Read the rest...

...Lady liberty, hold your flame light high, Beware the path thy cross, in the wild undiscovered Wilderness of the U.S.A. For it is here a fierce native predator, Stalks the rocky ranges bad land......Read the rest...

...Spiral tendancies Growing towards heaven's blanket Bad lands survivor......Read the rest...

...Our sun is weak In efforts to fill up our sky today It’s bleak, a softness of gray marches in Blanketing our forecast Mild autumn, cool breeze Peaceful, rolling low Dead leaves sweeping around......Read the rest...

...Yesterday outlaws were in view so what happened of just me and you. As we both know this is not our first rodeo,We must learn to lean on each other to grow. We cant help they both let go ten......Read the rest...

...As I look down at the little town, I left so long ago, I remember things and all those dreams, That I wanted so. I carry a gun and am on the run, But this I tend to forget. I ride down the hill......Read the rest...