Short Highlands Poems
Short Highlands Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Highlands by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Highlands by length and keyword.
The Capercaillie
Most delightful wood grouse
Striding so graceful
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To Ben McDuff poor Mary would cling
When Ben McDuff did his Highland Fling
But so fast did he fling than she came unclung
And over the Highlands she was flung
I will lift up my eyes
to the highlands;
the moon and the stars
far beyond;
bathe in wonders
before me-
delight in
holy humility.
The Scottish Highlands;
purple painted landscape and
snow dusted mountains.
Majestic eagle;
soars high over mountain top
calling to his mate.
Azure blue allure
As I look into his eyes
Saltire proud is he
Highlands, the Glens, I go
Alba he resides, my love
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timid forest animals watched her burn
as white flames melted the frozen ground
and turned their world from mythical to hermitical
it was the day the splendid highlands corroded
Beneath terraced mountain peaks,
Where stars reach down like sequestered cousins,
And the land is split by silvern rivers,
The first tentative seed heads of snow
Settle on the sered treeline.
nature
iron cold grips the valleys and highlands
with snow - the winter's offspring -
snarls at sassy snowdrops
3-25-22
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Like a flying bird they swayed
To the flow of a beating gong
Like two little kids that played
To the sound of a native song
All the others came to dance
Flock of birds; flew high and low
They soared together, all at once
They all let their feelings flow
May 10, 2023
Lifting eyes I see a vision.
Senses feel cool crisp mountain air.
I know not my mortal mission.
Though this glory I hereby share.
Rising peak of Heavens highlands,
Paradise, our ecstasy withstands.
written for
Sponsor john freeman
Contest Name New Contest: Another, Nature Verse
Imbued rose colors
of birth. Sky tinted billowed
petals, junked. Florid
gardens, immaculate.
Scents of citrus heavens. Bloodshot
tinctured cotton
colors. Rubicund
chalk crumbles, powders highlands
thrusting. An ingress
kerfs a hyloid
barrier. Cruer clots. Spook.
Cimmeran smudges.
high in the
highlands
Scotland
where he
found a
new yes
an
entirely new
species of
butterfly and
named it
after his
wife
now
she is
my wife
as i stand
awkwardly
with not one
but a dozen roses
in
hand
thinking
obviously
not planned
very well for how
can this top that
Form:
Destilled and pure
Scotch Whisky my favourite
Matured in old oak
Pure water from the Highlands
The scent of ocean and land
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Destilliert und rein
Scotch Whisky mein Lieblingsgetränk
Gealtert in alter Eiche
Reines Wasser der Highlands
Geruch von Meer und Land
Where the zone reigns,
It often rains:
Soaked clouds permitted reins
That light up smiles of grains
On highlands and plains,
Overfilling drains:
Here no friendship feigns,
Skilled Planters for gains,
The unskilled its pains…
A worry for trains
And call for Brains
Over the water-covered rails
Or Engineering fails!
James
Father, friend, cool co-worker and cheery
Son of Andrew James Fraser
Lover of: Nature, Music and Poetry
Who is: Emotional, polite and proud
My worries are: World Peace, Society and Glasgow Celtic winning the League
I would love to see: America, it's Grand Canyon and Canada's Fraser River
Resident of: Inverness, The Capital of the Highlands
Fraser
Calling
I hear the pipes from far away
drummers in fields play
highlands and bogs
pipers march
in dawns lifting fog
past forest and streams
overlooking stormy seas
the brave need no sword
In kilt they know who is lord
comrades and comradely
the knights of the highlands
know the battles are won
when in kilts the Pipers sound
aye lad's, I too march
homeward bound
EYES OF A MONTAGNARD GIRL 1963
Eyes without reason,
never having an end
searching forever,
never finding a friend.
Eyes without mercy,
stealing all that was you,
changing forever
what you thought love could do.
You will love her forever.
as she'll love you the same,
But it stays in the Highlands
as if we never came.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
Astounding spot for poems to arrive
Babbling brook of adjectives blooming
Cool waters of creativity congregating
Delectable phrases flowing with sheer delight
Enthusiastic muse enjoys nature’s essence
Fortuitous this inspirational place found
Gleeful gratitude to be her welcome guest
Highlands magic in this little sliver of heaven
Jumping adverbs splash with joy in jubilancy
Quito sing the song of my heart
between your mountain ranges
the air so light so high are you
I watch the lights at night's fall
Basilica Del Voto in all her
grandeur. Sweet Ecuador holds you so dear!
You were born upon the ruins
of an ancient Inca City
I lay my soul at your feet.
Sing to me my Andean Highlands!
Kiss me with your ancient lore
dust my lips so gently, I
close my eyes!
:: ~ ::
Standing on the crest of my life
Reached with punch and some fire
Wonder I still, what the squeal
Of the gate closing be like
Carrying as it might be
A message lurking
That the years of indulgence
Of running as free as a deer
On the highlands boundless
Of thoughts and abstraction
And of diligence and sweat
Had run out of steam
To be never refired again
As in time would stop by
The Retirement,
To take its final call.
Come to my boudoir Cheri
I am here all for thee
In red and lace
I shall entangle you will love
Entice you with lust
Tease you till desires run dry
You shall be the knight who rides my thigh
In the bonny highlands we shall have our romp
Meadows and fields of summer scent and breeze
I shall wrap you in my honey warmth
Mine, all mine you will be
Wrapped, entwined around my wee finger
Enslaved with love
My love
You belong all to me
Floral Fantasies
forsythia fields
fragrant flowering foxgloves ~
flourishing fern fronds
Grandiflora
garden gatherings
glorious gardenias ~
gated greenery
Hilltop Heights
hallowed hideaway
heavenly heathered highlands ~
halcyon haven
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Posted on July 19th 2020
Old friend
life n death n kis-of-met,
and life begins again,
though we have never met,
old friends we do remain,
endured the war and slaughter saw,
reborn forlorn again,
you were my wife or daughter, more,
in the highlands i was slain,
you will return to me,
when we depart again,
the veil to cross where secret be,
a memory there to gain,
old friends we do remain.....
thank you ...
"Siren Of The Dawn" Christine Ueri...
Don
Upon the highlands
Few have walked, except the brave
That seek a closer embrace
With the divine plan.
Like persian carpets
Evergreen spread at the feet
Of tall rugged physiques
Of guards against threats
Of unholy plights
That rape life by hands of greed
That ever their sheer majesty
That loves the sunlight
Captures the sweet mist
That kisses its surfaces
Each dawn, remains untainted
That heaven be missed.
CarolineCécile
copyright 04.15.11
Drainage lines dissect river catchments
Carved by water flowing down to sea
Recycling raindrops sucked from ocean
Carried in puffs of clouds to highlands
To fall as rain feeding river flows
Sustaining life that thrives in currents
In rapids, trickles, waterfalls, swirls.
Life adapted to flow, stir and surge
That replenishes oxygen, food
In drips, squirts, spurts, splash, currents and flows.
Pulsing flow of rivers down drainage
Mirrors our blood flow circulation.