Eastern Poems - Poems about Eastern

On a recent trip I was gone but not for long to Eastern Oregon where I saw my first chukar (a partridge-like bird pronounced 'chucker') which in time compelled me to analyse and revise an old and pleasant pheasant rhyme give it the feathery touch and in the end regale my Oregonian friends with a resounding recital of... 'I'm not a chukar plucker I'm a chukar plucker's son and I'm only...

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Written & Posted, 3rd January 2025 For the International Contest, CHOOSE A 2025 POSTED POEM Sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 4th January 2025 (Second Place) Poem of the day - 5th January 2025 I checked my watch and checked my phone, but everyone’s in a different zone, Eastern, Central, Mountain, Pacific, maybe I should be more specific, the dollar says in...

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The Middle Eastern watch As the Zionist regime tries To assert its territorial area Territorial integrity now threatened They unleash terror on their enemies Its called the holy land but why now In the name of all that's sacred and holy The continuous strife and endless wars They talk of Abrahamic faiths at loggerheads Be it though that The Lord is a Man of...

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Though Creed takes wide and wind, Laughs in desire and no hind, The sun escorts there in simple say, Grass and grain vivid ever morning May, Leave the riddle that frown and fray, I admire the wit that lips spray, Sweet spell sung in motherly lap, And pervade to adorable lissom ladies hand, Charms wither within two spheres, That rainbow lucid in feelings fairs, Wings...

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the Eastern Bluebird sits on the porch railing post spring is coming soon Heidi Sands 3/28/24 (C)opyright...

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eastern golden glow through spring-green leaves.... fireplace...

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who is that strange pilot? Why is he not in the cockpit? Naomi tried to stifle her six-year-old son’s shrill voice although psychic herself, she did not broadcast it in ‘72 he keeps fading away, Tommy said. what is happening? an older woman in the next seat smiled at mother and son. Naomi wondered if this was a premonition eastern flight...

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With his long narrow beak he drank drawing out nectar from a flower it was an Eastern Red Columbine, an Aquilegia wild desire ... Nature was singing a sweet refrain sending sunshine to my visitor with wings spread he extracted, using a tubular beak and tongue; He was a welcome guest inside this beautiful garden ...

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Elasticity of time allowed him this One last visit to the Eastern Gate: One too many wormholes navigated Made it one hundred years too late. The City had been sealed And peace reigned over all As the holograph of its history Played against the City wall. A half glanced form A shadowed face As the image moved To another place The people dispersed To Cities...

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He’d returned on an impulse to the city Slipped through that Eastern Gateway Consciously retraced those steps Of that years earlier leaving day. Mingled with the market crowds He felt his eyes slowly range Across each familiar feature, Noting every single change. He watched her from a distance Three children at her side; Watched her across a narrow street Just a million mile wide. He sent a...

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He left by the Eastern Gate Slipping through the fading light Before they closed the city Against fast approaching night. They first tumbled in the grass Under a tree still growing there, Her skirts as disarranged As the wind disarranged her hair. He had loved her with a passion But a love that had to sadly end, For while he loved her as a...

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I At about the same space, eastwards About eight hours after noon - yes, it was night - miracle for me I saw a sun rising ... Exactly as at dawn A peeking, reddening of sky, creeping up An amazing moonrise. In my 63rd year...

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I Delicious evening Furtive moon, modest stars 2023 but ancient Sky II Cooler, Eastern Cape evenings - delicious Blazing hot days, 40 degrees Celsius Give way to ancient ways, in the stars Only a few tonight (why?) And Venus perhaps? Two of the four stars in a box, outshone the rest - when Moon escaped the cloudy hedge A few belts with triune stars consoled...

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The soul must travel the path This is filled with life strife, kindness and wrath. One soul my make a difference one way or another Wat if we treated every soul like a brother One soul sacrificing it self for others Just trying to keep souls from the gutter. At the end of this path does the soul...

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There was a new eunuch, joined the harem The ladies adored, his warm curdled cream The sultan grew suspicious His wives said it’s delicious Comes beautiful with, camel hump Supreme A funny Limerick - Any Theme Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin How many syllables 10/10/7/7/10 02/06/22...

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