Best Sightseers Poems

Creeping creepy creepers, the crawling trellis
jutting out of everywhere
snaking through country and metropolis
twisting turning in floral bliss
but more like snakes that hiss
But in quietude feign...

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The very first week of every October
Bright yellow, orange, amber, purple and red
Splash artistry on New Hampshire’s White Mountains
As the tourism season comes to a...

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Dragon took his penguins aloft to view the eclipse on that fine day.
They were careful to use the special viewing glasses as their mainstay.
The penguins...

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The cherry blossom over the Osaka River in Osaka city,
Keeps the castle overhead mesmerized in its beauty,
The pink and white blossom sparkle and shine on...

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Sweet September, see how splendidly she shines!
Subtlety submitting seasonal splendour, she
swamps summer’s splendiferous sights,
by stealthily shrouding splendid scenery, 
with suffused sensuous, sybaritic, scenarios!
Sublimely serene, she...

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Lake, Pond, and Kettle

The lake is glistening beneath the sun,
and paddle boats leave ripples in the light. 
The sky above, a lovely turquoise blue
with fluffy...

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Castles and mansions such tourist attractions
Buses carrying the flocks
Of sightseers a many
Cameras flashing at old Big Ben
Back streets full of litter and broken men
Bottles empty...

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The ask of cultures. 
Dutch to Portugal, do you think colonisation of fruit and lands and their inhabitants was the fairest exchange of our tactics...

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When everything starts going awry
No qualms in acceding to a special mortal, no matter how grouchy

All gospels on controlling sentiments go down the drain
Blessed and...

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On this peaceful land where we live comfortably 
with the neighboring villagers sharing the sun and moon, 
stars and clouds, winds and waters, rains and...

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My father raised roses from the very root
     they grew in straight, taunt, magnificent shoots.
They stretched high determined to touch the...

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The day started
as a breeze without tracks
in the dew of a fresh mowed lawn;

But days come without warranty,
of things starting right,
remaining that way;

For soon after...

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We turned off before reaching Kings Lynn and headed down a road that would take us to Henderson Aerodrome a local flying school, we were...

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Those wooden meant to for all season,
Blue painted motored boats beacon,
Us to calm green sea waters,
To sail on and that’s all that matters.

The calm green...

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Salvaging sweet sunshine
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