Hinterland Poems - Poems about Hinterland

...Progress seems proudly perched on flyovers, Sold on many a toll-dotted speedways. Each, pylon-pecked, on hinterland hovers, And not on friendly crisscrossing highways. They slyly gloat over......Read the rest...

...In-flight In pheromone Honeysuckle perfume Insect antennae knot freshly bouquet. In breeze I feel your breath rustle shiny reeds of my stints' hapless hinterland you learn. A vest of v......Read the rest...

...The Adventurer I don't know any famous people maybe I have met famous people who keep their fame hidden like Madonna who lives in Lisbon, near enough for me to say if someone who doesn't know the......Read the rest...

...The night, it's night permanently... Night is all night... So too, is the day... It is full day. The time it takes to li......Read the rest...

...Pale moon in the sky have you lost your way? For your realm is night, not the bright of day. Your face is white, are you sick, not OK? Your healthy skin brown tanned - hides your pocked hinterland......Read the rest...

...Crisscrossing streets in a city landscape a place where the mind panics wanting to be found or to find, or not be lost within. Every doorway is well lit yet barred and locked. This is my dream......Read the rest...

...Fi is my name Short for a title I can't rename Fi is not a note Two letters shorter than a mote A fiddler from Finland First son of a worker in hinterland I travel near and far With or ......Read the rest...

...Rudderless we roam hinterland Knowing not in truth, who we are From God’s light, we’ve drifted afar Love bereft, life’s listless and bland Objects of desire, bring but pain Our life struggle h......Read the rest...

...Death is certain and yet we cling to life Innate optimism wishes to expand To this end we engage in needless strife Wandering rudderless in hinterland First things first, let us find out who we......Read the rest...

...doing nothing as awareness self-aware becoming the vastness by melding therein navigating the hinterland without a compass losing the thread of logic by joining not the dots relying upon intuitio......Read the rest...

...Green leaves on trees The tall carob trees that bear long oblong fruit black as the hands of a Gambian, sweet as sight of the snow-clad mountain reaching the blue sky when lost for weeks in t......Read the rest...

...Out here in the outpost I guard the borderland “Over and out” – I lose the call And you are out again This is my shout out From the hinterland “Roger, Roger” at my post But you are – out – a......Read the rest...

...Sons and daughters of the first born From original source we were all shorn Progeny of the brightest stars All were unwitting avatars Flung from the quiver Each a message to deliver Look ......Read the rest...

...November second two thousand twenty two... abuzz with Autumnal thrum Approximately six weeks since August sum er re: lazy dog days witnessed lolling about sipping cocktails, whose primary ingr......Read the rest...

...Brazil is for lovers it's not for amateurs not love only shiny things but also the drought of the hinterland Not just love of riches... Brazil of nature and the ......Read the rest...