Borderlands Poems - Poems about Borderlands

...Across a field, the tips of tall grass tremble in the moonlight. There are silent wings gliding the dark, soft callings way off in the distance and occasionally, glowing eyes seen high in the t......Read the rest...

...I am riding through the Borderlands That place of harsh, arid beauty Carrying out observation for This period of detached duty. It is that time of day, The setting sun at my back And my sensor......Read the rest...

...Cut to the chase after tan hat man! Though reading horror stories gearing up as strawberry spring fest full throttle danse (macabre), an only every now and again predilection genre crazy wave......Read the rest...

...the forest is silent and deep we transverse the seasons of sleep the depth of unknown regions in our collective darkest past silent and deep dark as a well vast setting out for the outer bor......Read the rest...

...Out into the wilderness haunted by ghost town’s ancient bloodstains and lost history scars. We wander the dark borderlands between awakening dreams and incandescent seams. The strip malls and......Read the rest...

...On the way back to the border You had your morning coffee, I had my cup of reality… The land passes from sight. you were making conversation as much as I was lost, of which I was wanderi......Read the rest...

...into the wilderness haunted by ghost-towns And ancient bloodstains and lost history of scars we wander the borderlands between the weakening dreams and cities a neon seams Burning into the......Read the rest...

...I shift the car into drive it slides into the vast mystery of night far down the road passes A road less traveled by the masses A dark vault of heaven encompasses as sleep drifts stars f......Read the rest...

...Out here in these shadowy lands No other soul to be found Where I walk endlessly along the border And find myself camping alone Like Jesus must have done Maybe this a place even He won’t g......Read the rest...

...Cut To The Chase...And Tan Hat Man! Though reading horror stories (macabre), an only every now and again genre crazy wave washing over me like a killer tsunami, (subsequen......Read the rest...

...How long do we lay sleeping before we die? Awakening to the cryptic blinding light Of a dwarf star cooling and dying A peaceful death, Hoping there is something on the other Side and we are not......Read the rest...

...Emperor Happy news came from royal imperial agents of his majesty Printed on provincial paper of the day The emperor will visit the village within the week For the golden chrysanthemum event T......Read the rest...

...I read a journalist’s quotes Telling a new theory That depression is good for you - At least, good for the species. All that rumination - some scientist on the make reckons in his latest piec......Read the rest...