Rills Poems - Poems about Rills

...I'm symphony in your hands fingers soft-playing my spinal keys ebony and ivory it's black and white tonight and every other night stoking with soft-sound stroking with tremolo touch the sighing n......Read the rest...

... sift, sift, the sands of time sift, for loves gone missing sifting thru a passion’s pall bows, once sweetly kissing bend, bend, the willows old bend, ......Read the rest...

..." Imagine a place where there is beauty, bliss and plentifulness for all. It is nothing short of utopia. Though we are far from realizing it, isn't it thrilling to imagine a version of the world diff......Read the rest...

... “The pining brine streams flowing from the weeping eyes seek the course to the sea of serenity”– Quote by poet The cloud convoy of despair drifts slow in the seamless smoky sky ......Read the rest...

... Listen closely and hear spring’s beautiful sonata. It comes to sweep the winter’s gloom away. It is the cheerful singing of the robin and the birds from the south returning to greet the spl......Read the rest...

... In the moonlit night of dreams, on the maiden voyage of supreme grandeur, destiny weaves in the arctic waters a tragic tale. As I stand on the sinking Titanic deck, and hear the symphony o......Read the rest...

...two storms rode through town last week one bombastic in oratory: fist-shaking, fiery-eyed, finger-pointing, thundering as an Old Testament prophet one timid of speech: a lamb at re......Read the rest...

... dust … they say ... dust ... to dust, yet I have measured the stars counted their intervals felt hope's whisper on my neck, keen kissed and cursed its face … I have tasted sweeter tongues ......Read the rest...

... Drenched in the glow of sunburst scarlet sky verdant vale veers at the foot of jade hills, on gentle slope fawn leaves rustle with sigh, wafts in the wind to the stream in its rills......Read the rest...

... whate'er the sun hunts up the sky is meant, as lace to grace the eye in dazzled dreams that dance a-sea and weep that fills the rills and leas for wh......Read the rest...

...Coarse sand / tight brown rills Hard scree / furled green trails Fine clouds / light hued kite Gull squawks / young man vail......Read the rest...

...A meadow for Autumn Forest, I lay me down to rest upon bed of moss. Eternal sleep immediately overtakes me lichen kenning myself as Rip Van Winkle except being repurposed as oldest li......Read the rest...

...Gently flows fond thoughts that be Above the stones of malice From heart to hand tis given free As peace within beauty’s earthly chalice Impeccable in its wildness and jubilee Searching skies ......Read the rest...

...I sing a song of lilacs’ scent at dawn; of butterflies that flit on zephyr’s breeze and peonies that dance upon my lawn; of golden fields, hills, rills, and leafy trees which offer shade on a swe......Read the rest...

..."Painting is silent poetry and poetry is painting that speaks" _ Greek philosopher, Plutarch O wondrous piece of world of art! Which painter gave thee lasting breath ? Thou wilt remain till fi......Read the rest...