Holm Poems - Poems about Holm

... A Petal Amongst The Thorns Lament, laconic whispers felled, where holm oak trees of centuries sprawled, Where Love’s evading memory stares of old, of Time’......Read the rest...

...Once upon a time In May, in the landscape where I used to live, dainty light green buses appeared, seemed to have no roots, fragile, pure sea air, in a temporary material form Then, one morning, ......Read the rest...

...(The memories are simple, living the feeling significant) After conquering Beamsley Beacon due Southwest, Rombald’s moor stood, while for centuries within the valley the minute dwellings of gre......Read the rest...

...Our Lady of Fátima Our lady of the Rosary. So young and beautiful you were, Absolute flawless poetry. The mother chosen For your adoration, Your love true devotion To give the world......Read the rest...

...It may be fallacious to make a poem about a fallacy But I wish to talk about a problem in reality Once upon a Texas morning, a man held in low respects took a gun from his home He moved quietly ......Read the rest...

...The tree of ages There had been a storm, not a squall making it difficult to walk from the supermarket to your car leaving you with tussled hair and breathless, no this was the real thing and......Read the rest...

...Exodus Under a big holm oak, I sat on a stone resting a little the sun so early in the year was hot, years ago there were flocks of sheep here they laid chewing ignoring me. This year there is ......Read the rest...

...In weathers un-listened geography I await the late years low ambient yellow that will dissolve the drenched slumber of landscape grey and spindrift froth. Names of other elemental places sli......Read the rest...

...Sea the wight-capped waives rolling inn the see; here the howling wynds, wile I’m standing hear, whale and forme hi waives. Theirs eh jumping wail- tale upp inn the ayre! This should make gneiss ......Read the rest...

...Almond Tree and Prisoners As a child I lived near a farm a farm that was next door to a prison camp. Russian prisoners marched up and down trying to keep warm it was January with much frost, yea......Read the rest...

...I remember that place in green pastures called home. But where are you now “Union Yard, Britton Holm” Deep in reams of memories indelible you lay, reposed at the helm of a life rushing by. ......Read the rest...

...A lasting requiem- music to the soul Tribute to Christian writer/muscians eg Graham Kendrick/Stuart Townend/Dallas Holm......Read the rest...