Foothills Poems - Poems about Foothills

Take unhurried steps into the foothills And get enlightened by the untainted zephyr and pristine snow Never mind the smell of the soil on you, as it is the scent of the nature With ballads, awake the spirit of the fire that light up and warms the night And collect jar of memories that could be adored for lifetime...

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Take care of your feet those clay looking things molded by a blind sculptor hardened by miles and time. Sure, treat them to a pedicure powder-paint jewels on the nails pet them like twin royal elephants that'll take you to beautiful places that could never be reached otherwise. They helped you discover new things didn't they, like numbers as your mamma counted them lovingly. When your...

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i caught her sipping honey suckle flowers drunk on autumn memories but the breeze that slapped my face put me in place and my mind aligned with her feet s l o w l y opening eyes and toes every thing was yellow i took a macro to a micro so before me the sands washed upon her beach feet as she seismically wiggled just the little if a finger they'd say pinkie but she knew not what she...

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We're in the foothills of a second civil war the divide between left and right burning and widening Peace undermined by the rich behemoth... indifference the uneven eye of the media leviathan universities raping our children's minds impregnating with stalinleninputinxi disease. Slapping lady liberty in the mouth with metal dongs of intolerance. Cutting out tongues of freedom of speech-of religion-of differing opinion and the...

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Chance encounter at the college library we'd found the same cove of peace. We were both doing research papers. You were plain and had been messing with a pimple. but the accent caught my attention A brit with big ****. We went out for coffee a couple of times. A week or two later I was in your mouth,,, and you in mine. How...

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A few moments past twilight, half a moment before blackfall, I was sure there’d be time enough and light enough to return to the bodies I’d left behind. My lifelong friends followed me, we quaked under the bridge, through the narrow tunnel, up the steep, narrow footpath, through the second tunnel. We saw them still there, just where I’d found them and left them, why would they...

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At the foothills of Vesuvius Scarlet against the leafy green ...

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"Where are we? I don't know, looks like the foothills. The foothills of what? The foothills of the head lands." ...

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