Best Terraced Poems

Deep golden choirs ringing out
their scarlet anthems with a shout;
blood orange whispers echo
as the violet innuendo 
scatters all about.

The dusky pink clouds fade to grey,
the...

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Surrounded by tranquil turquoise waters,
Guarded on sides by oceans three,
In the east by the Pacific,
On the south by the Celebes Sea,
And on the west by...

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Cluttering above huddled rooftops
Of sprawling villages 
And shy provincial towns;
Rising sharply amidst swooping
Declinations;
Hesitating when gathering at the
Tangled woodland perimeters of
Outlying greenland bounds,
Jostled apex ridges detach...

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The hawk lay upon the lazy late afternoon 
air currents;
Floating, circling, spiraling, ever downward.
Its wings spread wide, white feather-tips splayed.
It teetered on the updraft 
above...

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All things being equal, as they are upon this day,
The time of light and that of dark equivalent of span,
We sat upon the beaten bench...

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My  blue terraced pot is alive this year,
Growing basil, chives, oregano and sage.
It sits on my patio in the filtered sun,
Ready for creative culinary...

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I live in a quiet country village now but as a child I grew up as part of a mining community .
This is my tribute...

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The embers glow mysteriously as the breezes pass
In Whitby where the terraced houses fell on mass
Two new friends sit and chat about the devastating storms
And...

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In this time , this town, you'd grow
In this town, this time, you'll feel at home
your poor plenty more than rich enough
to crack the faultline,
your...

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Manchester, born and bred, within a stone throw from the city centre
One of a family of nine kids and our mother as our mentor
In a...

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Now in my decline from a time back then
  I remember the days in a life when I was ten,
when we lived in a...

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My Dream Vacation

                  To return once more to...

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Tiny crocuses soon peep their purple heads
Above the lingering pale green foliage
In my upper yard's terraced flowering beds
Robins on my lawn will hungrily forage
Building their...

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As she stopped atop the terraced stairs
 her tiny ,yet sensual figure .seemed to take on a glow
This beautiful woman, daughter of mine
 Was shining...

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New crumbled men shift sleeping ash along the wretched Nile,
While tongues of Gods once worshipped fast and glory in their bile.

Their textured sand speaks ancient...

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