Crag Poems - Poems about Crag

... I lose myself willingly in the depths of your gaze, where light wanes like a bitter moon, and something black flickers back— —you are a palpitation I should fear, dismally drawn to my kno......

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...The Queen has a navy That floats in her gravy, It’s sharp and its clear, But it’s sure tough to steer, For the rudders get stuck In that thick, grayish muck, And the lads in the stern Have a p......

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...I saw ten ships departing north, From out the grand Canal. They each were armed with cannons four, With mighty rationale. Atop them flew my country's flag, A phoenix white in pride, It struck a......

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... Written: January 2nd, 2025, for Contest, Sponsored by: Constance La France ______________________________ I caught an enormous fish and held him by the boat ......

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...In the mists of the giant bark beneath rise old growth saplings out of crag and earth, where tumbles an ancient evergreen leaf from that marvel of great and splendid girth. That footing s......

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...Emilia J, so lovely and light, no sun-bearing song, could be singing so bright, In the heat of the day, or the chill of the night, Emilia J, is a beautiful sight, At the core of the Earth, or the c......

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... The sun, resplendent in its blazing might, Burns fiercely o'er a barren, lifeless waste, A desert dry and vast where earth is scorched By searing radiation, deathly bright. No sign of life bu......

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... Written: April 1st For Legend Silent One contest Rumi Quote: Don't be satisfied with stories, how things have gone with others. Unfold your own myth. ......

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...Dawn's Embrace: Adret: Dawn paints the face of giants, Where sunlight warms and shadows dance. Aiguille: Fingers pierce the azure sky, A challenge whispered, sharp and high. Earth's Whispers: ......

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...A dawning twilight's me. Oh, joy. Oh, what a joy. This day. Oh, what a day. A breath bestills my eyes and I, e'er slight, a deeper breath that reopened them and myself to a blessed pleasing. ......

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...Mocking the dead, the vampire on the hill, high above the cityscape. Why does his cloak wrap around? It moves with a hissing sound, blackened on the outside, blue on the molten graveside. Sh......

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...A supporter's day happens each July which we always wanted to attend so this July we found our way there instead of good wishes ourselves we did send Caring For Life has made such an impact on......

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...Buttemere to Ulla pike, our walk more ramble than hike. Up and down,rain or snow, two teenage daughters in tow. Haystacks,Loweswater overlooking the lake, now locked in memory's keepsake. Up Sk......

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...shivering … I stood naked on the edge - cold feet gripping the stony crag like a vagabond vulture, peering into the shadowy depths of the abyss ... and with a distant glint of black flame, the......

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...Many are the miles you snake along the hillsides, through the valleys, conforming to the highways, partitioning pasture from pasture neighbour from neighbour, friend from foe, son from father. a......

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