Landscape Poems - Poems about Landscape

We navigate life's stanza's quirky rhyme, as through obscuring fog we strain to see two well worn roads on the landscape of time. One leads through the mist of what's yet to be, revealing lofty mountains we will climb, and a grown prince and princess, you and me. Images, sometimes false and sometimes true, we discern what will...

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My skin is not smooth—it is a landscape, creased and rough, folded like a well-traveled map. The curve of my neck cradles the sun, even when the sky is gray and distant. The scar on my knee is where I learned gravity, There I remember how my knees sought answers and bruised against silence, The faded marks on my...

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No matter whichever way you are orientated, It is all the same; true love and physical attraction expressed. Even if a choice, it is your blank canvas meant to be painted....

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covered flowers path the sun shines wonderful spring dream with open eyes...

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Hurling himself at his work passion-surpassing mission Setting aside sleep for nights on end fire growing with every line penned His epic assuming its desired shape ...

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Listening to the whispers of my soul Allowing my heart to open A deep inhale through my nose Cool air surrounds me A pause A full exhale, letting my belly expand Collective grief permeates the air Multitudes of people crying silent tears The masses wear cement backpacks Their footsteps imprinting deep sorrow Into the wailing land I send my light out through my heart I listen to...

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Fridged temperatures bite at exposed skin, Icy cold winds pull and tug on coats, looking for a way in. Naked trees expose their frozen bark, It has arrived and leaves a snowy mark. Silence deafens the ear as nothing stirs to make a sound, Bark clad skeletons stand all around. Seas of white are often found, Where blades of grass and flowers...

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Swath of pristine tractless snow white landscape... tell tale sign where winter storm Demi left her mark. Beautiful and bountiful visual scene (seldom seen around tri-state geographic area for quite a few years, where temperate global warming spelled unseasonably warm winters) trumps the inauguration for breathtaking view. Immaculate conception birthed awesome aesthetic spectacular blinding heavenly creation. I feel humbled as an infinitesimal know nothing wrought into existence courtesy billions of years evolutionary fits...

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I feel more incomplete Now than before and my heart is a cartography Of interrupted rhythms. In the echoes of ancestral whispers I stand fragmented,unfinished. Lands that once cradled our songs Now distant unreachable, My heart beating between Bitter and sweet landscapes Dreaming of retracing old paths But my imagination incomplete. My hearth's rhythm interrupted....

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I admire the clouds that pass by... Myriad of rocks below, the gray landscape touched... Above all the...

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When winter speaks to us speechlessly, The whole world is very beautiful, ...

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Now The landscape stretches Her range out beyond sight While notably Visible along the horizon to the left and right, She moves on away Dancing Into the traveling dimensions of time Toward realms Where language has yet to be Any more than merely humming — And Any signals, any...

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Hills and mountains Fine pines and greens Grass mown this year....

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Certain color is art like landscape Takes my breath away Makes me live in eternity of the moment Though I haven't learned to paint yet I can imagine pictures and of places Beyond what I've seen I may never put them in colors But I do dwell in such realms of bliss While enjoying these vivid works of art Thank...

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