Short Landmarks Poems
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Life morphs speed to skill,
chasing illusive mirage
toward amorphous landmarks.
World won’t grind to halt
if clocks lose their frantic ticks.
Don’t rush to reach last milepost.
Have you ever felt
You were born decades too late?
Centuries too soon?
Well, maybe you were...
To bring back old landmarks or
Usher new knowledge.
So, let history
Repeat its lessons through you
Or write your own books.
Too many yesterdays
Gone and forgotten
Like songs,
They played their last note
Names become definitions
Places become landmarks
Time passes
Now, then, and was
All gathered by time
Collecting the days
No longer to be remembered
The fog can be a lonely place
When you’re a dingy out at sea
With only the sounds to guide you
No lights, no landmarks, no breeze.
Separated from land and shore,
When you’re a dingy out at sea
You are a vessel without a mooring,
A daunting thing to be
A time ago I walked the long road
Lost any memories of stories told
Fog so thick I could not be found
Landmarks foreignly placed around
A cold wind carried an empty song
Resonating like some echoing gong
Raining can carry everything away
Submerging footpaths of yesterday
Callous sentences saunter into the quaintest of landmarks
Capturing the cinematography that is the mockery of felicity
At times I ponder on whether its veins quake with fear
In lieu of the eyes marring her with bullet holes
Whilst humming commemorative memories
That now lie lifeless just as the wealth of their youth
Britain with an accent
French with a cigarette
China with a great wall,
Over the seas I lost
To a nation,
Kindled my flag so it would burn ,
Like a light that has never been put out,
I raised the stakes and created a pound;
At the cost of an ounce,
Beckoning landmarks, of the things we lost
To remeberence
A tragedy to be without thy love
Thy lips are landmarks of passions reward
I starve in death to see her eyes once more
In hopes anointed by the hazel glare
With rope and chain my hands and feet are bound
And all arrested air I breathe decease
My love dispensed her blood upon my blade
Which left a man a widow in the night
Ley lines
Straight out of a creative brain
Given to us by Alfred Watkins
A young imaginative archeologist
Ley lines
Invisible alignments between landmarks
He created the idea
Felt they had a mystical agenda
Ley lines
Popular idea in Europe
Where they have ancient monoliths
Connecting them
insinuating alien communication
Through trees and uphill we attain a peak
Not snowy mountains but alone in blue sky
Its rocky face hiding narrow paths inside
Persevering as landmarks to glacial crawl
Many species inhabiting vast areas within
Waterways run past towns in valleys below
Flight of birds returning at refuge above
Little acknowledgments of nature among us
large feathery snowflakes gently fall...
a panoramic overlay conceals blurred landmarks...
young lovers walk holding hands
explore untrod virginal snowy paths
beneath a faint watchful moonlight chaperon...
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on October 14, 2017 for contest MINIMALIST sponsored by NETTE ONCLAUD - RANKED 4TH
She rides low and ghostly
close to the ground
giving the streetlamps
that dot the neighborhood
opaque ethereal halos
Where the skyline touches
her shrouded cover
she mystically wears
a peached-tinged glow
that’s pleasingly mellow
She obscures familiar
landmarks with her
misty morning dew
laying a damp blanket
on a Spring morning
She is the sunrise fog
and today I welcome
her beautiful unearthly
picturesque view.
Grateful eyes viewing
Lewisburg Landmarks
The Marshall County
Courthouse keeps safeguards
While Main street trades it daily ideology.
Rock Creek moves slow,
Steady as folks heading in and out
Of Kroger 's.
And the Walking Horse Museum stands
Quiet,
Holding history like reins in it's hands.
Lewisburg ain't enormous grassland
It'll test your balance the same stay standing,
And you've earned your boots in this town.
Pollen green 3 inches
Of allergen confection, powders outdoor landmarks.
A few ticks past dawn,
New birds, preflight,
Tune up their chirping chords,
Like nature's philharmonic, knowing the neighborhood
Is soon to enter their amphitheater, in, from their rooms of sleep.
Little lizards scurry, large clouds puff up and move through,
Steel blue, morning skies.
Sunshine coats deer and fox,
Chipmunk and squirrel,
And lovely life grooves
In time with God
Questions rise, when every year
An instinct tells them Autumn's near
A sign of season's sad farewell
They form in arrows, numbers swell
In summer breezes, cool of night
Against pink skies, with wings in flight
Familiar landmarks they recall
A southern path, a time to go
They know the way, when autumn calls
A calling voice that we don't know
The geese take wing, their journey starts
How sad I am to see them part