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Laneway Poems - Poems about Laneway


The Abandonment
...It was full of long stringy grass which had grown out, all over the back of the house. It hung over the bare walls. The briars were everywhere and they would prick you clean red blooded. The shed wid......

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Categories: laneway, absence, earth, environment, garden,
Form: Alliteration
Premium Member As We Wait
...pink roses hang heavy in the undulating heat a partial arch over the laneway gentle sway midst the silver dust a youth with his pug dog pauses half in shadow beneath the flowery portal the air......

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Categories: laneway, care, dog, flower, giving,
Form: Free verse



Premium Member Almost
... I move closer to decipher the sound. It is the wind blowing across the lips of the morning moistened by melting frost. It speaks in whispers. My footsteps seem loud and echo along the wa......

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Categories: laneway, morning, silence, song, sound,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Walking to School
... School was a mile and a half walk from home, across roadways, busy streets and railway lines and through parklands patrolled by swooping magpies in spring. We thought nothing of it when it......

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Categories: laneway, childhood, nostalgia, school,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Down the Roads of Pride-
...Down the roads of pride The street of greed The path of wrath The avenue of Envy Transport causeway on the thruway I'll pass the corridor of by pass on the superhigh In the alleyw......

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Categories: laneway, allusion, analogy,
Form: Dramatic Verse



Premium Member The War Bride
...THE WAR BRIDE They walked hand in hand, barefoot through the meadow The birds were in song and the bees were in flight It seemed that they only had eyes for each other The buttercups danced, ......

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Categories: laneway, lost love,
Form: Ballad
Premium Member Part One - a Gunshot Wound To the Heat - a Short Story From My Memoir
...GUNSHOT WOUND TO THE HEART From a two-room schoolhouse high on a hill over the Fundy Bay, I sat at an old wooden desk daydreaming. The ink stains and etchings which were dug deep into its surfa......

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Categories: laneway, nostalgia,
Form: Prose

Book: Reflection on the Important Things