Best Moor Poems

How I love the  Wuthering heights rugged landscape
Of the wild savage moor
As I stand upon a rocky outcrops
High on a windswept Tor.

Under the  blue sky canopy before me
Lies sweeping lush green and tawny vales and rolling hills
Land so wild and unforgiving
As the cold...

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Thirteen ladies dancing
By Throckrington Moor’
Each movement stately
Each movement sure.
Stark against the sky
Each single  girl,
Feet firmly planted,
Arms all a whirl,
Moves to the wind
In a slow  rhythmic way,
Dancing consistently
Whether night or day.
Really only dancing ladies
In my minds inner eye,
Really just  wind turbines
Outlined against the...

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Gazing out upon dusky barren moor,
Where gray grass grasps the air
Finding no purchase but sad allure
Straight stalks elapse their endless despair.

Teased by tales of golden reach
Tricked by gales, whose song they preach.

Redtail’s velvet wings breach the sky,
Maroon lips who kiss the grass
Stirring the song, its...

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(Told to me by a patient, when 
working as a
builder’s labourer at Menston’s asylum 1963)

This little middle aged lady,
watched and followed me
around for two days,
when I was working on a
renovation job, in Menston
asylum 1963.She told me this
tale over and over again about
her and someone’s (no...

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A misty Scottish gale blows fierce
From the grey that clouds the hills
I step onto her western way
Desolate, damp and chilled

Her grasses grow brown and lavender
Stretching as far as I can see
While Hill tops and the horizon
Lead me deep into a peaty sea

From the banks of...

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Cloaking misty hills and many a deep valley floor: 
The empty Moor presents an outlook, stoical and dour.
Seemingly barren, this mute guardian of history,
Emits an air of arcane intrigue and darkest mystery.

Stunted Jack Pines, seen clustered on a distant knoll,
Stolidly defy Nature, though she exacts...

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Out there are many ancient sites
And fear grows deep at the end of daylights 
One hears loud scary cries
Among the primeval moor and buckeyes 

To the beast identity this might be a clue
September was a month of beginning of world war two
It is also true
That...

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The chilled musty air
                                         tormented...

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Upon The Moor

I dreamed I'd written a moonlit sonnet
As I danced across the misty moor.
Lavender heather grew dense upon it,
Serving as a carpet on a bare floor.

Then a lark on wing, passed over my head.
That's when I began to fervently pray,
"God, if I am still...

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BLUBBERHOUSES MOOR

I have often pondered on words that have been written of your
verdant moorside chase, where so many faces you portray to suit
each season, the bluest haze of summer, autumn’s golden demise,
winter’s alpine crest and spring for her blossom to bare.

a moorland bereft
no cosmetic piety
nature...

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Collecting vistas
from the wild untameable
misty moor
Rugged and timeless
for the eyes to adore
Spiralling hills and sweeping green vales
Plagued by harsh wind rain and hail
Bubbling brook
and silver ribboned streams flow
Where  the purple carpets of heather grow.

Moss covered old drystone walls
baron trees from which the crow
shouts out...

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Five Thousand Men!  Blood flowing in the creek,
The deadly sweep and ‘whisst!’ of footman’s pike,
The cavalry broke through where lines were weak!
The smell of grass and loam, a caltrop’s* spike
That pushed right through my boot, and left me lame…
I’m on my own, now, I...

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The snow fell in Dewsbury Moor overnight,
They woke up at lunch to a horrible sight,
The snow had flowed through the broken gates,
And roads were blocked all across the estates,
The giros had still not arrived after ten,
So wailing was general within the crack den.
The bin bags...

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The sound of trickling rain drops in my ears
A vision of the embodiment of purity
Through static noises and softness, she caresses
And my impurity looks at her while she undresses
With scattered mire beneath her skin
An infinite moor of adulation resides within her
It is her, breathing in...

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Wind Swept Beauty.
.
Upon hilly brackish tor
Of a wild inhospitable
Windswept ambling moor
Woolly sheep chew cud and bleat
In the shadow of the over looking
Rugged towering sister mountains
.
A sprawling sweeping land
Of tawny browns and greens
And carpets of purple heather
Laid by God’s hand in between
.
Linier lecithin blotched
Higgledy piggledy drystone...

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