Short Outcrops Poems
Short Outcrops Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Outcrops by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Outcrops by length and keyword.
golden grass lies dust
below the dry dead mountain’s
rocky quartz outcrops
that yield such a golden grain
as shame man's cultured pastures.
Overwhelmed by dire thirst
Oppressed without water
Over the next sand dune
Offered in a vision
Optical illusions
Outcrops of tall date palms
Oasis; a mirage
Starry Night
A bluing sky
Seascape
Aloft
Squalls
Adrift
Currents flowing
Starfish swirls
Stirs heaven
Midst a dark purge
Tamed voices
Outcrops a town
Pellucid
Envision
A
Work of art
Goes
Sprawling
2020 March 04
I ask of the desert dunes,
The stately Kilmanjaro, the
Mambilla outcrops;
I ask of the great forests
The seven old rivers
Snaking through my black
homeland;
I ask of the noble rains,
Every ancient observer;
Does it matter who built the
Old Zimbabwe
When we feed not today
Our hungry hordes?
The path is thin, the land high,
tree lines and rocky outcrops
lean into each other.
My dog bounces away,
she's found some dappled deer; spooked
they run across my trace.
It’s another Smoky Mountain moment,
a dance-stepping poem
framed by shafts of sunlight.
A dog, and a bunch of white tails,
their softly pixelated images,
filtering across my eyed,
I sense an angel looking over my shoulder
she also is holding a camera.
Before you came
I spoke through rivers
and trees, the flat plains
spilling distance out to where
the world was a mirage
and time shimmered dreamlike
plunging downwards
into a vast inner sea.
Fish swam where now rocky
outcrops rise above the red earth
and exotic lifeforms floated
silently through a celestial dark.
All was an ocean of dream,
creations womb where earth,
sky and water were one
before being born
and pulled apart.
Our misty eyes were destined for each other,
when at last we met at crossroads by the brook,
where voices in the sky did gently guide us,
up enchanting pathways known to but a few,
passed the prickly rose bush shepherds on each side of us,
the barren plains worn out by trampling hoofs,
over granite outcrops solemn crystal rubicon,
toward an ever arching slope that slowly rises above time and earthly longing,
to that peak beyond the sky where lovers dwell.