Flagstone Poems - Poems about Flagstone

...Golden light upon the shattered wood, snow upon the worn stone steps. A fragment of forgotten rose, caught in the rusty hinge's bloom. Grey leaves cling to winter's bone, ethereal mist upon ......

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...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......

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...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......

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...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......

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

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...(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......

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

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...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......

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...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 ......

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...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......

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...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 ......

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

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

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...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, ......

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...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 ......

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