Short Remoteness Poems
Short Remoteness Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Remoteness by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Remoteness by length and keyword.
meandering
along the hinterland
relentlessly I search
for innocent love
in the remoteness
of unspoilt territory…
a hopeless romantic
making inroads into
inaccessibility
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That night
with a warm, bitter scent,
I watched the sad sky.
Your footsteps echoed far away,
and your hand, like mist—
I couldn’t touch it, only feel it;
but you were already gone.
You taste like goodbye.
Antique lace
plastic face
so unnatural
trying to laugh
whilst in a difficult place
you cant change me
in something im not
wild dancing on the green vetch
secure in remoteness
as the world rises and falls
chilled as a crystal belfry
of a glazen star
Connected
Intimate, Direct
Cultivating, Engaging, Relating
Affinity, Propinquity, Remoteness, Aversion
Rejecting, Evading, Separating
Withdrawn, Deflect
Disconnected
Like upturned earth on haunted eves for which the beasts replete do seeth toward crisp remoteness the zepher stone burgeons and clasps those boney hands and ushers toward us. Indeed, the fallow are now spent, they rent those waters for healthier hands, but pure and brilliant are not synonymous with a hot-to-trot village filled to the top.
Highways may run into remoteness
Wind may blow into an alien land
Rivers may meander through unexplored sand
Birds may the greener hills chase
But dear, I know my route,
The avenue that I walk, though
The journey is unattainable I know,
Yet it leads to life so absolute
The road that leads to just there
Where mystic hearts sing anew
Of life, hope and love to share
It's the road that leads to only you.
Though a lone rose in yonder bed
Blooms all alone in remoteness
Its regal grace reaches beyond
Its small cultivated confines.
Its blood-red petals capture
Sensuous eyes of passerby's;
Thoughts of love materialize
And some are stricken teary-eyed
By measured memories of love.
Then there are those aesthetic hearts
Who are dazzled by its beauty.
As for me, I assume that rose:
The empathy I have for it
I become its flowery soul.
Our feet sank in the sand as we
Went walking through the dunes.
I haven't hiked on land like that
In many many moons.
Then suddenly we turned a bend
And there within our reach
Was something most surprising -
An amazing empty beach!
The waves were gentle and the water
Froze the few brave waders.
Remoteness kept it free of
Hordes of tourist-type invaders.
While heading back (reluctantly)
I found my souvenir -
Some tiny brightly-circled shells,
To keep the magic near.