Pebbled Poems - Poems about Pebbled

...Lemon tinted phase gilded skyline blown by ethereal fused mist eager bard imbued opal dream flotilla beyond tarnish while flash point chariots of gleam-well canvass astir or astern perfo......Read the rest...

...Rat Catcher I feel repulsed when he is near, I ought to have compassion for this cripple, a twisted foot. an arm that does not function as it should a beggar with scabby skin, eyes as black as......Read the rest...

... In a small village in the green valleys of the Peak District, Sarah gave birth to a son, after a decade of trying for a child with her husband, Peter B Perfekt. It was a joyful occasion for the fa......Read the rest...

... Rocks and streams from pebbled ruins, Makes my feet moan and groan. Water rushing, Never flushing the dirt from years gone past! Hurts my toes as I meander by. A journey that con......Read the rest...

...Crabs Small feet pounding the pebbled path, Desperate to escape From imminent danger. Eight legs and two claws Advance in their thousands Upon their prey; the child. Refuge is sought in......Read the rest...

...Silken whispers greet the blithe morning damp mist spring tap on red oak door joyful treat preempted faint dawning Felicity a phase one can’t ignore bright daffodil white and pink bloom fragr......Read the rest...

...Undulating hills and mountains As far as meets the eye, Towering pines that seem to kiss The clouds in the azure sky. Birds sing their madrigals, While a brook murmurs nearby, Its crystal wate......Read the rest...

...On Pimple Pond Pocked, our dreams spurt from cabin walls. Woolen cover and cotton pillow catch pin point boils from day breaking, like pitted glass. White pebbled path meanders the hill’s che......Read the rest...

...Summer fog. The air thick and warm with a closeness gathering in the early morning as if all that it shrouds share a common breath. Everything holds together, birds, water, the pebbled shore......Read the rest...

...Donning my shorts and walking shoes, I step outside and head east. The hot summer sun silently rises as a canopy of gold, bright amid the blue, bidding the stars to take their daily rest. Darkness s......Read the rest...

...Edited to include "creatures of the night" They wait for shadows to rush and fill their forest home. Then ushered in by the hoot of the owl or the whip-poor-will’s call, they appear as silentl......Read the rest...

...A mossy pebbled path I took, I came upon a babbling brook; Meandering around the bend, I could not see w......Read the rest...

...Anxiously waiting autumn's end Will welcome winter with open arms When all cobwebs are swept away With air rarified and pure Each breath inhaled a cold delight. Ocean turbulence on gre......Read the rest...

...Like melodies from night leaves sent over Above the pebbled rivers, her hooves float Across glens with misty drops of clover Embroidered in a dwindling dark, she coats The sleeping land with bird......Read the rest...

...THE RISING HILLS, THE SLOPES, TO QUENCH MY THIRST. In the last century, the hopes were little, Grasses they collected, yellow bananas, they peeled, To move up the slopes, preparation was fore fill......Read the rest...