Short Hillsides Poems
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woodland stream rushing
between the mossy hillsides
canyon emerging
When taken ill beyond the Gods
(For their hunger feels so endless)
I saw their hillsides-
Grazed to the ground
I found no witness.
Cold snap breaks time clocks
Freshly powdered hillsides reign
Snow shapes make yard art
Written for consideration in Abe Lopez “Haiku Seasons” contest
the ice-capped hillsides
are mirrored through the bright lens
of tiny swallows
HAIKU in 5 7 5 only - Volume 1
Sponsor: Poet Doctor. The 7/6/2018
Hillsides were ablaze
from sunlight's saffron fingers
Leaves fell like raindrops
from branches of ancient trees
What a stunning Autumn scene
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Thin layers of amber curl around hillsides
Tendrils of dawn on a sunrise joy ride.
A big concern during excavations
from granite hillsides is just
keeping limited mishaps near
observed palladium quantities,
reacting swiftly to utility vehicles
wanting X-rays yields zeroed.
Ancient architecture has recently been my joy
Carved out of hillsides, primitive tools were employed
Blows our mind
At what we find
Can't imagine how they did it, wows us humanoids
glisten flowing streams
ravishing the hillsides wide
floral green valleys
~
cascading waters
soothing the land marshes grass
weathering wayward
9/22/21
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021
Her world is as radiant as the sun,
golden as dandelions that cover
the fields and hillsides in springtime,
or the sunny faced jonquils and daffodils.
March 3, 2016
Picture #2
United Colors: Yellow Poetry Contest
Sponsor Silent One
Tangerine skies over the mountains,
I sip a cup of Jo and
peruse the trees and hillsides
lighting up;
the spotlight stage is set
for another adventure.
5-4-2021
ALL YOURS (May 5) Poetry Contest
Brian Strand
Water falls off the hillsides;
Vapor mistily spits drops;
Within the moment of sunrise;
the lightening stops;
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Water rains down again falls;
From the cloudy skies;
Evaporates air, dries;
Thunder shakes and stalls;
6/3/19
Ring in the spring,
The bluebells bob
As gentle breezes blow.
We breathe a sigh
As we know now
There’s no more winter snow.
The vibrant hue
Against the green
Bathes hillsides regal blue.
Announcing to
The countryside
That summer will ensue.
The lochan calm, unruffled, in repose,
the wind retreated to the mountain top,
sky blue reflected in a shimmering haze,
and hillsides freshly bathed in summer hue.
With birdsong round the open door,
where early rosebuds greet the sun,
it’s then, with winter past, we may
give thanks for such a perfect day.
Hillsides aflame with orange, yellow, and red
Nature paints an exquisite landscape
During autumn, I resoundingly dread
Neighbors going to see colors, they said,
Getting away for their autumn escape.
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"Thirty Words or Less About a Season"
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November 18, 2022
magical mountain
yon little crazed goat bounces
off the perfect rocks
~
bare spreading hillside
a wild spotted big deer walks
enjoying himself
~
on green groomed hillsides
there's wild deer dancing lingers
in spite of the hunter
4/28/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
As hints of dawn's hues touch the sky
night sheds its dark blanket and flies
while tender light softens the way
to waken the richness of day.
Sweet scents mix with dew on the grass
reviving the hillsides and paths
trees brighten as birds sing their tunes
sun's warm rays coax flowers to bloom.
Written on 11/9/2018
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Groves,
parallel patterned rows
(hardly higher than bushes),
dot and stretch up hillsides,
looking from a distance
much like cornrows
on the tight tan scalps
of hip young New York
subway riders.
Luscious fruits,
at closer range,
mimic setting suns
boldly drawn in crayon:
oranges evoke essence,
name their own color.
Avalanche
Avalanched blizzards' cold dustings
envelope:
forests, gulleys, hillsides--
intentionally juxtaposing life...
making necrose obstacles
painstakingly quiver,
releasing Snow!
Tons!
Ubiquitous vagabond-wielding
Xenophobics'... Yielding Zone!
©deborah burch
3/27/2012
Swirling, treacherous turmoil
Expands and contracts below.
Metal clanks and cars screech.
Bare hillsides stretch the landscape.
Red strands twist and turn,
Weaving and stretching,
Border to border,
Suspending life
Heels balance,
Hard on concrete
Toes hang,
Reckless in the wind
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Golden-Red
Turquoise-Green
Black
some where- stygian transgressions are
carved into impervious hillsides-
fossilized relics, their
meanings yet undeciphered-
blistered fingered sculptors
gifted with
quixotic acumen, chant
mystical word songs -
translucent echos dance around
opaque distant moons-
images rise- phenoix eyed vigilant
reminders-
of a time gone, but not forgotten
cm brady 2007
Easter,
The Spring of the year.
A time for rejoicing,
For merriment and cheer.
When Nature at last ,
Will stretch forth her hand,
To awaken new life,
And replenish the land.
We welcome warm breezes,
And soft Spring time rains,
As things start to blossom,
On hillsides and plains.
We celebrate Spring,
And the warmth of the sun,
The sun, The Son,
New Life has begun.
I meander verdant valley
where meadows collide in windswept jade
Gentle hillsides bathe in succour sunrise
and oceans of clouds saunter
provoking moor land peaks
Seems so perfect here
timeless as the morning blends
to the dawn chorus
of nature’s own harmony
this in days of summer wine
Beyond the bustle
of everyday torment
a life that is shared.
© Harry J Horsman 2011
Whisper soft strokings
Stirring up life tides
Almost like bagpipes
On descantic hillsides
Echoes of losses of
Tempers and friends
Memories lingering
Kneeling to mend that
Tattertorn sweater a
Soul of loose ends
Rising to challenge
Habitual pride
Such is the music
In rhythm and rhyme
Flowing
Forever in time
Pulsation sensations
Enlivened emotions
Awakened and
Ready to rise
Form:
Before the Roman legions carved a road
This stallion coursed across the chalk ridge brow
Unharnessed, free or by a king bestrode
Like wave traversing grassland free of plough
It still pursues its quest yet even now
Note: This is the oldest of the many white horses carved into chalk hillsides across southern England. It has been dated to The Bronze or Iron ages. (Pre-Roman occupation)