Northwest Poems - Poems about Northwest

On the first day of school, I long for its end, Yearning for my Jag family, my heart's dear friend. The food, a tragic horror, but health's their decree, A social kid silenced, a shadow of me. The theater, my love, now comedy's the song, No musical notes, just laughter all along. Kids in the hallways, screams like...

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peak moss season even the rolling stone gathers it...

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clouds shadow grounds and grasses as cold winds deny spring life pauses and passes as I work along the side of a road pavement must be sculpted fields wait to become trees waiting to bud raise tangled arms but a touch of sun hints something more a gust of wind carries birdsong melody without words a love of the land little said...

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It's Spring in The Great Northwest, And the weather can put you to test. Those cold northern breezes, Bring melts and then freezes, And soon your health ain't the best. We're tired of the snow and the ice. Huddled down in a den just like mice. With Christmas long passed, If we could see some grass, And a Robin or two would be nice....

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My first encounter with a brown bat was at Long Lake as a kid. It was in the dark of night. I was in a rowboat with a friend guiding the boat. I was watching the water intently with a flashlight, and holding a fish net above my head, ready to swoop down on bullfrogs....

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Segovia, historic city northwest of Madrid; Wish to visit architectural legacy, I admit. Especially Romanesque churches, a former royal palace and a Gothic cathedral- a tour so joyful. Read an article from Devour Spain, hope to go nearby restaurant for two big dishes which I wanted to try: the suckling pig roasted to soft and crunchy perfection and also judiones de la...

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I dreamed I accidentally bought two expensive tickets to a musical play about Thomas Jefferson, then figured, what the hell, Rhonda and I might as well go. Then an ex showed up, someone I get along with fine to this day, but I was surprised in the dream that she screamed horrible curses at me. As...

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(Blank Verse Sonnet) We traded fields of cotton bolls for snows so deep they swallowed house and car alike, so cold a breath transformed to crystal ice, so strong the air became as still as death. A fur-lined boot or glove spared flimsy guard as fingers, toes and nose began to pulse in pain and foster hope to somehow dodge or ease the...

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Joined mountains and blankets of forests Where the sun dances just above the breeze Deep inside the past and positions of clouds Following branches and roots to the inside of the earth Meadows and crevices, climbing alpine heights Freedom in the wildflowers and fields Memories tangled up down long dusty roads...

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Never a day, a Valentines day It has to since the first day When we arrive since the 19th of December! Passing through the worst cold winter Anticipating the best of spring, summer and fall! My amusing unique Valentine We are together forever! Four seasons to splurge Rain or shine to hear our whispers together! How beautiful to wake up touching your hand Warmth of...

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Our members living in the great Pacific Northwest, are undoubtedly counted among the very best. Whatever they produce, it just seems to come out right. These wonderful people can be found here day and night. They live in the apple and cherry state, Washington. They dwell a bit south in the state we call Oregon. There are other great poets many...

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The air is sticky Clouds loom low in the grey sky Seattle summer...

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Everywhere the trees are so green Most beautiful sights ever seen With snow capped mountains in between And the rivers flowing so pristine I love hiking the trails very long Each step my heart is beating her song If you would like to please come along To get away from the crowded throng I love having our nature so near Walking amongst it my...

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The malls are decorated And happy voices sing. It's Christmas in the Northwest, Let all the churchbells ring. We haul out our umbrellas And put our slickers on. We dash between the showers To get our shopping done. There are Santas on each corner As perfect gifts we chase. We sacrifice our coifed hairdos, A smile on every face. It's Christmas in the Northwest From mountain top to...

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