Gullies Poems - Poems about Gullies

...Intense suffrage ,malice behaved while a sullen energy, balanced upon, broad shoulders ,of pure angst, I'd remember, your tainted humongous shift, creating wrath bestowed, so overtime, cap......Read the rest...

...Phases rainstorm, thunderbolt in the desert umbrella promise to protect us betrayed a flash flood washed away our treasury empty – into capital banks of self, less of -ish democra......Read the rest...

...He had not dwelt there long, he was a tenant a traveler. The stone walls carried no sound to the outside, but on the inside every movement and whisper was transmitted and amplified through ......Read the rest...

...The rain stopped, Heavy bank of clouds remained, Afternoon was dark until dusk, No light to draw back the day, A strong frost shock, Gripping the land, Unrelenting, The trees fell silent, A......Read the rest...

...Abyssal, abysmal, profound, superficial, light, evident, your eyes change color... Cracks, gaps, ruptures, labyrinths, anguishes, throat your eyes confine my desires... Precipices, cliffs, gull......Read the rest...

...Along the road called forestry, the silver ash weeps over me as I meander 'round the dell and glade. Pass scars of sand pits long disused, where gullies, washes speak ‘abused!’ Reclamation offers ......Read the rest...

...Born of snow on Berkshire Mountain, winter’s beauty lies a sleeping. Snow on snow in layers piling Kept in place by nature’s freezer When the voice of springtime whispers, days are longer, ai......Read the rest...

...A day has come because God brought it forth. Creation reveals his diamond-like worth even though some people fail to see. Green blades of grass grow to cover the hillside, I wonder just wh......Read the rest...

...The path between myself and the distant man twists and turns. There are gullies and ridges hags and troughs, a hoary dusk. We are converging. He has my hat and clothes, my resemblance. Onc......Read the rest...

...Water flowing downward from the hilltop Meandering through gullies and the fell Even bigger mountains for the backdrop Where it really starts so hard to tell Reaching a low cliff it becomes air......Read the rest...

...The True Story A Poem of the time, when as a 16 year old young fellow, and fresh from Blighty I spent 7 years as a Ringer in North Queensland, Australia. A Ringer is the Queensland name for a Stoc......Read the rest...

...My quest to walk across the nation, like vaunted pioneers of old, started in Maine six months ago, post vlogs of my progress for folks. I am deep in Wyoming now, and I’m on my third pair of sh......Read the rest...

...To Be Ancient It is good to be ancient, As with a vintage of the eternal red, Sealed for the duration with an aged English cork. Now youthful impulses hold no sway in the empty offing. I rec......Read the rest...

...The texts were horrible, vile, and mean. They were from the kind of person none of us had ever seen. They were graphic, and horrible, a picture came that was crude. We all could guess who sent pho......Read the rest...

...The two-lane road stretches through a shimmering glaze to the horizon, passing smokestacks of mesas spewing clay and maize in vaporous mass. I hear the sibylline whisper of rain through emer......Read the rest...