Moors Poems - Poems about Moors

There was a great incline of stone, weathered amongst the sparsely green valley whose feet lay at the door of a thatched cottage and whose head I was treading over now. A fair stream, no wider than a meter, had had its pulse dried up by the sun leaving moss strewn on florid rocky deposits, ran down the length of the valley transforming...

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This is our town, this place we share we’ve got lions, on our town square old mills, big hills and Smithills Dean no frills, aside from our home team Rivington if you want fresh air You’ll not find many millionaires but dreams survive, with wear and tear for what could be, or should have been This is our town London’s alright,...

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Wind swept days, a good time to be a thin branch in a treeless landscape. I was not born to the moors, they were born again in me, they're a sea creature created to be the heartbeat of the sky. Rains surf over mountains of air pell-mell is the wilderness. The rolling swells of a high heath have saved me, or maybe it was the lash, the hundreds...

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Wade in the heathlands mourning moor Sniff the stench of ten thousand bodies In sorrows sense the weight of the mire Lost for fools wants forever in the dire Liberum Divisa 3 11/29/20 Gregory R Barden Sorrows Of The Moors; Original Poem...

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Earth holds close all memory for us Wade in the heathlands mourning moor Sniff the stench of ten thousand bodies In the sorrows sense the weight of the mire Lost for fools wants forever in the dire No more glory days left to shine Only reekish moments amongst spent souls Step out of the mist's murky memory To higher ground as the anguished...

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East Devon Beacon by Michael R. Burch Evening darkens upon the moors, Forgiveness?a hairless thing skirting the headlamps, fugitive. Why have we come, traversing the long miles and extremities of solitude, worriedly crisscrossing the wrong maps with directions obtained from passing strangers? Why do we sit, frantically retracing love’s long-forgotten signal points with cramping, ink-stained fingers? Why the preemptive frowns, the litigious silences, when only yesterday we watched as,...

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Tall iron gates That mutter of authority Beyond which lie fields Barren and bleak Fence of stone topped with Crenellations of Ravens Keeping watch with keen eyes Above leaf shrouded creek The manor of grey stone That rears all alone And lies atop The rise… The windows tight shuttered Cause one to shudder At their semblance To moribund eyes The long neglected lane Now approaches in vain The portico thru which No one...

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Creeping through the the moors of this castle, the ghosts of my past lingers and haunts me. These damp walls that has imprisoned me has the bloodstained tears I have given and it seeps through it's old cracked cobblestones. My once beautiful flowing silk gown is now tattered...

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It was on the night of midsummer's eve, there was a pregnant pause. Not even a leaf was moving, the sky so starry bright and the moon benevolently shining lighting up the moors. It was the kind of night that anything was possible, up here far from the maddening crowd Kept company by horses and sheep I climb...

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In the dark dark year of 63 Britain's most gruesome murder spree A conscious betrayal of innocence With acts of barbarous decadence Left five young children, in a hole, on the moor And no one knows if there are more For silence followed with lips shut tight Across fifty years, day and night The most evil couple that spurned from man A couple...

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Before sunrise, I walk outdoors. I love to trek across what are known as "moors”. It is early, and there is not much light. However, the little bit shows me all is right. Here, tiny droplets of dew make it foggy. I awaken from my sleep and feel a bit groggy. Nevertheless, I place one foot in front of the other. Perhaps...

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