Best Hill Poems

I must have encountered her on a hill,
Where scatterings of ferns deepened
Through insolent winds that shivered
While watching her carry a basket of daisies…
She is Loveliness, forlorn in a drowsy pathway,
More forlorn than languid endings
Or all that death can ever reach.

By trying to alienate myself from...

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Upon a grassy hill, so long ago,
there stood a lovely 'castle', tall and white;
was built in eighteen eighty-six, aglow
with cozy rooms and firesides burning bright. 
So charming were the winding stairs that flared
'neath grand cathedral ceiling's chandelier.
Outdoors, a rolling lawn and gardens shared
a rippling stony...

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It was a beautiful sunny morning so quiet and so still
As Sir Tom's Marmite army, charged up Tastebud hill
Queen Debs vast Vegemite army could see them coming
Many were overcome with sheer terror, and started running.

Debs Veggie army held their ground firing shell after shell
The Marmite...

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An escapade sweet as a marshmallow day
   when tangerine dreams fed our evergreen stream.
      Our magnet attraction neath radiant ray 
   did butter the air where the breezes did teem
in whirlwind through roses anointing the brae....

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I took a walk down Columbia Street
Back to the place where we used to meet
Where we played as kids until after dark
And hung out together up at Dutch Hill Park
Although alone, I could hear the sound
Of laughter coming from the merry go round
Sometimes we'd meet...

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A sacred journey 
proof of humans love and faith 
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A Little Hill in Arlington

There’s a little hill in Arlington
Where no bodies are interred
Yet crosses dot the hillside
And Taps are sometimes heard

Unlike the Unknown Soldier
With “unknowns” in the ground
This little hill in Arlington
Is for soldiers never found

I grew up without a father
He was gone when...

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It was  nineteen ninety nine
a battle was about to begin
between the Indian Army
with the soldiers from Pakistan

My name is Yogendra Singh Yadav
a grenadier awarded the Param Vr Chakra
the highest honour for gallantry
this is how the  fight begun

A stone  loosened and fell as...

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I can see the past glory, though it is humble now and all the more reverent....


With thoughts of deep ocean bliss,
that comes with fading hope,
I walked along the tide line,
no longer able to cope.

I stared at the setting sun,
its brightness, burns the eyes.
I glanced back...

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Against a browning hill 
oak trees' bleeding limbs are stretched; 
some drops release to softly fall 
some cling to dry encrusted scars.
A few short months and we will walk
beneath the springing trees
marking their swords of thinnest green 
stabbing at the stars.
And so, life seasons make...

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Age fifty comes and you thought forty bad?

Some little aches and pains will start to fill

your weary body, but don’t be too sad,

for you can say you got up to that hill

and over it! And what a thrill it was!

Now sixty comes along and oh,...

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Moments pass away as distant church bells dirge;
their widow’s woe in windy waver trembles my tears.

Up the westward hill smoldering neath sunset’s pyre, I carry
the remains of our song in the broken beats of my being, yearning
to yield to burning skies and surrender to spiralling...

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On a bright sunlit morning, washed brilliant with clover,
the day was alive with complacency, as color.
The day had no reason to quiver off course.
A cat in a tree, was stalking a bird,
and people were rising, to go off to work.
No one was thinking of nuclear...

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Posting early on a dozing suburban 
hill
Mays warming morning rises and 
Gently wakes.
The dewy hares move through the
Earthy till,
Small dry twigs the nesting pigeons
take.

Blue-high sky clear as an Ocean
Layers the heat upon red brick 
streets;
Roads built over stubbled tracts
Deeply rutted from the ploughs
devotion,
Where once great...

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There from my window
In my mind I can see
Three crosses lined up
On the hill -----Calvary

In the middle the tall one
One on each side
Representing the place
Where my Jesus had died

I can hear on the wind
A plaintive wail
As into each hand 
They have driven a nail

His arms...

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