Short Flatlands Poems
Short Flatlands Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Flatlands by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Flatlands by length and keyword.
leopard's domain
flatlands hilltops jungle
scavanger's feast
Beautiful View?
Through the transparent glass in my window I stare,
Among flatlands, the sight of a hill is quite rare.
At last, in my view, a small mountain, no stump...
Magical still, though it’s the city-owned dump!
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low looming clouds drape
rich fertile furrows
loaded with buried tulip bulbs
launching necessary nourishment
to carefully cultivated beds
scores of fresh Spring blooms
arise in symphonic, harmonic accord
awakening serene landscape...
blanketing verdant flatlands
with sheets of vibrant colors
for a brusque season
I pause in awe
at Earth's lavish artistry
Raging tornadoes
coursing the land
They enter our psyches
low pressure at hand
To flatten our tinder
and rip out its studs
Our entry and exit
left deep in the mud
They hail from the flatlands
of thoughts we disperse
And leave in a cyclone
of verses they curse
Attempting to stop them
we close our eyes tight
But ears bid them access
— to welcome their blight
(The New Room: July, 2026)
utterly bewildered
I stood by the nightfall
of stilly midsummer
withering away
with my
westward companion
the glimmering light
of former fears
and penitent pocketbook
faded in a distance
and the imperious presage
of perfunctory morrow
drifted with driftwood
into the vast greenish seas
then the evening was renewed
with foliage flavor
willows and poplars
entwined and enthralled
and according to accordion
divine divers live in flatlands
Home is down south and a little to the west
Where the flatlands,dusts, and winds are the very best,
Inside Texas resides the place of Lubbock
Where the sky and earth are a nice russet,
To live inside the bustling city
With the restaurants, shops, and big college building
Or out in the outskirts of town,
Where the farmers plant crops in the earth that’s dark brown,
Although it may not be a thrilling place to be,
It is what I call home and it means the world to me.