Fiords Poems - Poems about Fiords

...Freakish Fanny fled fine Finland For far-fetched Formosa fields, Forsaking fantastic fiords forever Forfeiting flourishing forests, Frigid fertile farmland, festivals Forgetting feared future fi......Read the rest...

...Double Feature Flashback! Three friends of childhood featuring a blond, brunette and red-head Sharing the script of summer days and rain soaked winter afternoon Unfolding documentary of roads oc......Read the rest...

...we all came from one black mustard seed exploding into billions blowing into every concrete crack jungle leaf burning cay mountain top ocean wave fiords and caves expanding stars speed of l......Read the rest...

...Quills made of clouds 'pon shamrock tides scribing gulls crying over Boru's throne from peat moss eye and crumbling stone the gales preserve his verse for all time. To heaven he gifted wee emera......Read the rest...

...It’s time for tea and dunking A crisp Digestive biscuit But before immersion into the hot beverage And to aid entry into my mug I snap the biscuit in half The contours of my broken bis......Read the rest...

...Search all Scandinavian rocky fiords, Explore the Niagara Falls, On back the Mongolian hardy horse Gallop to the Great Chinese wall Suffer of thirst and choking of dust, ......Read the rest...

...Cowtown Pride So you spent Christmas in old Dubai, And took your picture at the Taj Mahal, You can’t begin to one-up me, For I have been to Bass Hall. I’ve heard your tales of lovely......Read the rest...

... Now the wedding had drawn to a close the ceremony past We found ourselves together and thankfully alone at last We packed our bibs and bobs into suitcases very quickly Rushed straight out ......Read the rest...

...Sometimes music takes you away a few bars of Sebelius cuts through the clutter of school lunch preparation. and I'm in the fiords the soul home I've never seen. I know little of Finland......Read the rest...

...Fiordland Fiordland ! Fiordland! The name that resounds again and again Once touched you’ll never be the same And to her calli......Read the rest...

...Dry Months A Dracula drought drank soil’s blood, in spring and clouds refused to shed their load of collected sorrow before the middle of October. The landscape jaundiced and leaves on trees petri......Read the rest...

...Oh, write tae me of the highlands, the crisp air and the damp. Write tae me of the heather'd fields 'ere Bonnie Charlie danced. Oh, place yo'r quill upon the page and dream a fey song wit me, ......Read the rest...

.... Like bolts of lightning I’ve felt the words from my fingers come forth My heart my brain sparking thoughts Out of them I dust ......Read the rest...