Places Poems | Examples of Places Poetry

The majestic sense of a hidden place lies in its elusiveness where secrets and dreams are allowed to intertwine. ...

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The bold horizon burned and died cold in my eyes as I turned aside on the road to nowhere taking it slow making it easy in no hurry to go I'm taking my time for I never felt the need to heed the latest mad fad or follow the current day's craze yet I don't fret or sweat the small stuff but I did learn soon enough the tide...

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It’s sad when poverty leads to the proliferation of gangs and sales of drugs which leads in turn to addiction. No bigger open market for drugs exists than one where great homelessness grew. Gangs are thriving even to this day there on Kensington Avenue. Gangs of many ethnicities, prostitutes and miserable folk hang out there hooked on heroin, fentanyl and coke. A billion dollar market where...

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I can almost hear the haunting monastic chants and solemn songs, lost between the rippling currents of the Hudson River. The Cloisters stand, silent upon a nearby hill stone walls and ancient towers are stoic and timeless carrying secrets of the past covering forgotten sins. Echos of voices, Ave Maria and rosaries the fervent signs of the cross commune amongst sacred writings silent prayers...

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In my comfy corner, a little space A place of my own, as soft as a lace Lays a long chair of queen’s height with a wooden base With a rocking style for a ride at a mild pace Cushions of vibrant colours, in fitting size in the pattern of a maze Attracting all in less time, fixing attention and...

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weathering Wales in bleak winter is hard though starred sheep remain sleek taverns roaring fires a feat making Celtic maidens sweet ~~~~~~~ ...

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Weeping willows of past twilight inkling cast a blurred shadow on “lily-white age” viewed through clouded lens!...

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sampling party spread he s n u c k in uninvited ~ quickly ejected ...

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Where is this? Are we on Mars? America – just count the stores, capitalist carnivores. That so-familiar movie score, the swish of passing cars. The city built on Brotherly Love (Wells Fargo, Fitch and Abercrombie) at the mercy of Pam Bondi - was that a person, or a zombie? – What was Madison thinking of? Car’s no use: no place to park it. Arrested at a...

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Tokens of long ago scraped from pages of present, future tense where life's journal erases scabs from wounds Visions From A Vignette 2 Sponsored by nette onclaud 6/22/2025 ...

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Erratically-tossed sequins Mark the places of night's stadium - A netherworld of colored stones For the spry flights of cherubim - And Jehovah - madman or genius - I cannot quite discern - Overlays time upon us And I'm a lowly spectator. One angel keeps an amethyst - Ignoring...

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There’s living a life, with the wind in your face.. Chasing the sun in a faraway place. Hearts beating wild on a mountain’s high peak.. Finding the magic that most never seek. And then there are those in the grip of the grind.. With dreams set aside and the clockwork in mind. Paying off walls they barely call home.. Counting the days...

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We seek out places that seem to fit the contours of our soul. For some, it is those quiet places with expanded distances way out past the reach of thought. For others, it is cramped city streets where buildings rise like glass cliffs on either side, noisy restaurants and talk in dimly lit bars. And there are others who find fit in seaside...

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into melody jumps the frog beyond the reel slow dragonflies goosed and ducked a lit symphony campfires dance like sun and moon in ripples of stone and wind ---------------------------- Contest:Show me a Choka Sponsor:Nette Onclaud Written:06.08.25 ...

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Down here on Ruby Lane Sitting looking at the rain Looking at my glass of red Thinking what I haven’t said If through negligence some changes Shuffle here with rearrangements Nothing’s changed its all the same Changes die on Ruby Lane From the dullest land of mad I have come to get some bread And some wine I need to take Just to have a...

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