Hilltop Poems - Poems about Hilltop

lolling on a hill in glossy days of summer cherishing blue skies fat bumblebees hum tunes of sweetness and sunlight purple rose delight gurgling brook's laughing then the fall, and mum's the word chrysanthemum craze calico cat frisks in the mystery of hours colored by beauty...

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picnic on a hill swept by summer's breeze birds float by with ease joy among the blooms old fashioned perfumes green everywhere gold in our hair soft bluebell skies and whim's surprise cardinals hue rivals love jewels good times wind chimes grass Written on 6/16/2022 For: Diminished Hexaverse Contest Your Choice of Subject Poetry Contest Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger...

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Strangely deafened: cooing sound of the wind filling my ears. Clouds encompass me, cool mists bringing back life. The snow white mist kisses me, burning cold on the cheek, and great clouds that hug me, drenching me, water droplets clinging to my skin and clothes. The hike had thrown all my life, down, to the bottom of the hilltop. And...

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Murder on a Hilltop! In a far off place my Captain died; Upon a distant hill. He was murdered, beaten like a dog, They exhibited their kill. Blood ran on the whipping post. And the scoffers mocked with glee. The Devil danced and his legions laughed, When My Captain Died for Me. In a far off place my Captain died, In a strange unfriendly...

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Mummy & Daddy sitting on a wall One brick breaks and I wait for it to fall Little bird lands and eats the food that's there Little bird leaves and tweets in despair More bricks have crumbled, the dust in a heap Cannot leave this hilltop, it's too steep The dust blows away, it is gone And on the ground sit Mummy...

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hilltop so lovely a cool breeze blows at its peak enhancing the view...

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There is a garden where I wish to go, Up on the ridge of Hunters Glen row. Where peace and quite work as a team, with various gramineae simple and green. Up on the hilltop, where the green grass grow. Trees of all shapes are remarkably lean, loosing leeward leaves in falls last scene. Brisk north winds bellow like a hound, sorting leaves...

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