Flagstone Poems - Poems about Flagstone

...This is a poem about the University city of Cambridge in the UK , although I have only been there a few times , I decided to write a poem about it. Lord Bryon one of the great romantic poets kept a B......Read the rest...

...I was a whimsical, interior designer, bringing colors and joy into living spaces, Subtly changing neighborhoods and lives, like vibrant arcs the rainbow traces. People were as dissimilar as their......Read the rest...

...I don't look at stars anymore. As a boy I would sneak out into the night to hear the horses and barn mice chewing over their hurts and simple hopes. I could smell the waking dreams of dogs and......Read the rest...

...A Honey-Suckle for me! Wandering along the flagstone path Hardy shrubs line the iron gate Delicate golden trumpets Sniffing the sweet scent in The humming of bees Sweet nectar on Ruby lip......Read the rest...

...Springtime dawns Springtime dawns just beyond the screen door, across the porch Dew swept lawn, emerald weave shimmering moisture collecting foot prints strolling towards ......Read the rest...

...(Mary, Mary quite contrary, tending your garden just so; planting your bells and cockle shells, and hoping to grow.) I built a little house, And dared to plant a few flowers in the garden. Surr......Read the rest...

...these blues carry on a forgotten song past the rusting groan of a broken gate ......Read the rest...

...Green lush of green lush green is green a leaf of language a branch of word a flagstone steps Heart of the earth is free, white flowers Clean heart, fine arts literature sketching ar......Read the rest...

...As second immortality has its dawn Beyond it new powers top down will spawn At its visage second abyss will look upon Knowing it is superior as far as is concerned freedom’s flagstone The four ......Read the rest...

...Do not go back he said and for what. To a childhood time many moons ago in Ireland In a field of cocks of hay and a very hot summer day Being stung by two bees on the palm of my hand as I pressed ag......Read the rest...

...The American Nightmare I stand outside the fence Looking through black cast iron bars So many flowers A million roses growing in the garden Oak trees as old as the town Their canopy giving the yard ......Read the rest...

...“to hold, as ‘twere, the mirror up to nature” William Shakespeare, Hamlet, 1601 +++++ The house seemed smaller, seen with older eyes... The str......Read the rest...

... _________ The sun-yellow house seems smaller somehow, viewing it now, after all these years... The street seems narrower, and the trees have grow......Read the rest...

...Beside remembrance road, Up rugged steps, A little further on, A gate, And through, Along a flagstone path, Lined by sturdy trees, Now in their Autumn shades, And roundabout, Gravestones, ......Read the rest...

...Let the paper be a canvas and the pen, a brush The words fill the mind like a young girl’s blush Every color on the palette of the imagination Becomes a vibrant idea of luscious creation Open ......Read the rest...