Hillocks Poems - Poems about Hillocks

...This woodland stream could be a small English river, it dibbles and dabbles, it meanders, and has the air of an old water way, one that never saw the need to rush or gush. The small ripples pac......Read the rest...

...Desert Carnival Yoga Phenomenal Camel Fair Valor Prayer Harvest Festivals Sea Surfing Technicals… ? Winter starts With ice, fine arts Sunshine days blaze With atmospheric haze... ? Rainbo......Read the rest...

... "Fireflies and Sea Poppies" glow up a short life buzzing by lighting up the shoreline caves they're heading for silent crowded sanctuary stick fast like glow ......Read the rest...

...Aspen leaves flutter like birds as a breeze ponders the lake's surface and I brush away a willow leaf of cold jade. Soon there will be a face in the moon with its familiar brow arched over what ......Read the rest...

...Kisses fall like a swarm of butterflies, over the soft vale of her back, I inhale the pheromone vaporizer of her charming seduction, Hands map the rolling slopes that make her buttocks, Li......Read the rest...

...Between the reaching shades of tall trees copper-leafed hillocks’ catch fire, ghost flames burnish the slow stealth of evening. A translucent straw-light seen only through the thumb hole of ......Read the rest...

...Stubbs Park is decorously rampant, its paths scamper here and there like unruly children. The original landscapers ran riot, for they planted arching spans ......Read the rest...

...Limpid sprinting waters of burbling brooks Rows of flamboyant and swishing dark green pines Embellished with glowing verdure on sidelines Tender and flushed buds aglow with rich looks The dense......Read the rest...

...I'm all swirled up whilst sat so still Bothered by blusters of half formed thoughts Tumultuous and treading carefully With myself Who I vowed to be kind to Maybe adrenaline courses about Atta......Read the rest...

...And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said: Speak to us of children And he said: Oh multitudes of children Sensually sensitive (1) O piece of my liver - my dewy hair, My day - m......Read the rest...

...My horse's haunches sway, Saunter up hillocks and down a valley path, Above a ridge off and on: a village where some people fish, Phosphorescent flotsam washed ashore. Green embers breathe as ......Read the rest...

...Drive at any season gives me immense fun, I cannot afford many cars; yet, I've good one; Drive during Fall, indeed, is very enchanting, Especially, if through village roads, it's joy-granting... ......Read the rest...

...Rabbit Hill We ramble In the evening Killing time before The storm When we stumble Through a gateway To a field Or someone's lawn. There are hillocks Giving flashes Of bobtails ......Read the rest...

...I've searched nearby hillocks and sand. They've gone missing sooner than late: no wildflowers to perk barren land, gypsy flowers by garden gate. Where are those tiny violets that snuggled clos......Read the rest...

...Slowly descends pall of death And dies the old faith, Life gasps for last of life-breath, Where a green meadow Once was, rules death’s dark shadow. ______________________________ Tanka |31......Read the rest...