Embankment Poems - Poems about Embankment

...The fog has not yet lifted from the enclave. The candyfloss glow of the sun suspended above the horizon of the valley in the Jock of the Bushveld Concervancy where I have made my new home reflects on......Read the rest...

...It was hefted upon a breeze - As in a warm, flowing current Through a sea of palo verdes - To search for an embankment. That seed of promise - An implicit aster - Was sent to broken ......Read the rest...

..."Ladies and Gentlemen, it's closing time," was a classical ending to some theatrical theater events most likely. However, this writer is not referring to the theater, but to a warning message of ......Read the rest...

...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. ......Read the rest...

...Well, how to say, the story begins well, I go on a path (wide enough for a tractor), 20 meters long, which leads to a field (I had never had the curiosity to go there, but I pass in front every time ......Read the rest...

...Geese, Goslings and the Bridge Sometimes, when you least expect it, Mother Nature makes a u-turn and draws you into the ridiculous. Such was the time recently as I was returning from a friend’s h......Read the rest...

......For years they both lived there in the crisp mountain air, the rolling ridges were their home, it was not written down, so what pleasures they found are only to history known. Come several......Read the rest...

...Where the river runs cold, warmth can still be found In the tranquility of the flow, is a peaceful gurgling sound Snow and ice do not stop its move, as it crests in smiles Cold air transforms the ......Read the rest...

...sandpaper savage today buttermilk wavelength tomorrow directions are like buffets in multidirectional earthquakes yet and still i cherish the day downward spiral clouded pepper today scallops ......Read the rest...

...like a pesky nighttime bug, or a wilting sunflower, I am not alone on this drug in my needful hour. ravaging hornets carve in me; break away the dried spirit. eager wispy flames sprout free, ......Read the rest...

...We took up the challenge, When the bar was set high, To show the rest of the world, That Kiwis can fly higher, In a world at an all time low As Omicron hits new heights. While others could n......Read the rest...

...January has pocketed frosted dreams Firmly tucked away, hidden under her black ice Her treacherous blizzards torment the foolhardy Many driving too fast on her hills should know better In a hea......Read the rest...

...Interstate 80 Des Moines Iowa January of 1981 I was driving a new red Mustang with T-tops I felt sizzling hot Everyone ahead of me was inching along What is wrong with all these OLD people? I ......Read the rest...

...On the embankment of camouflage character marked for life scraping the barrel secret promises of fertility St. Vitus's Dance......Read the rest...

...Most days they never stopped, but we always felt the vibration On the GROUND. I was never bothered by the noise from their engines Nor their horn SOUND. But every winter,......Read the rest...