Short Terraced Poems

Short Terraced Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Terraced by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Terraced by length and keyword.


Highlands

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.
© Tom Ledger  Create an image from this poem.


Premium Member My Herb Garden

My  blue terraced pot is alive this year,
Growing basil, chives, oregano and sage.
It sits on my patio in the filtered sun,
Ready for creative culinary inspiration......
              Maybe after I finish this glass of wine.

Premium Member The Light House

The Light House

Terraced light
Holding bright
Effervescence behold
Long lost
Intrepid sailors
Grope for
Halo's beacons
Teaming ships
Home alone
On sentry's
Unrelenting watch
Skippers bastions
Emitting guidance

connie pachecho

8/7/17
Form: Acrostic

Waterfalls

The cascades are descending over terraced steps
I want them to stop so that I can stand by her window
To take her hand in mine with tears rolling down cheeks.







Sijo Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Heidi Sands
12-14-12
26th May, 2018
Form: Sijo

Burnt Verse: the Desert Dance

New crumbled men shift sleeping ash along the wretched Nile, While tongues of Gods once worshipped fast and glory in their bile. Their textured sand speaks ancient text of terraced tombs below, But the desert dance continues on to ruin what doth grow.
© Dan Keir  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Verse


Nature Is Pushed Back

Nature is pushed back 
Further and further, until
Childhood disappears.
At roads' terraced end
With his stick of age one points
Innocence' lost years.

Yet its strident will
Of a wind's force, ghostily
Strikes at the hearts, nights.
Fills up an image
In the mind, in a rainstorm
Of tears, tantrums, fights.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Nagacourt, Nepal 2003

The hawk lay upon the lazy late afternoon air currents; Floating, circling, spiraling, ever downward. Its wings spread wide, white feather-tips splayed. It teetered on the updraft above the terraced alluvial plains in the lea of the Himalayas. Landing with a compression of desire upon the crumbling limestone outcropping, It stood preening. Waiting, For the next breeze.

Residential Paradise

Spacious comfortable country residence
extended and upgraded, sleeps eight.
On the fringe of a conservation village
elevated distant views, sheltered
solar heating, well insulated.

Sympathetically tucked into a south facing hillside,
extensive well-manicured terraced gardens.
All amenities, motorway and railway within 5 miles.
Paradise on four levels, décor understated
a dusty sand hole, ant excavated…
Form:

Premium Member Alexandrine, Modified - I Was Taught

My mother and father, taught me about power, words and inspiration, courage, strength and passion, wish it could be bottled, because all are entitled, dad gave me the forest, mom- her garden terraced. ____________________________ March 8, 2020 Poetry/Alexandrine- Modified/Gifts Given With Love Copyright Protected, ID 20-1233-983-03 All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France

Craving

This physical world is
a world of blind cravings

Every person alive a mark
tablets of want are stuck
Inscribed on every  skin

Red paint of yellow jealousy
shines on every forehead

Terraced feet of crazy walk
indicate world trots for riches

Broken teeth of every human
witness bitterness in crazy life
made in  deadlock cravings

Crazy, crazy is human life
searching, searching feet go
but not a single satisfaction

Premium Member I Was Taught

 
My mother and father, taught me about power, words and inspiration, courage, strength and passion, wish it could be bottled, because all are entitled, dad gave me the forest, mom- her garden terraced. ____________________________ March 8, 2020 Poetry/Alexandrine Modified/I Was Taught Copyright Protected, ID 20-1237-021-03 All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France Submitted into Strand Choice J sponsor, Brian Strand Honorable Mention

Pyramidal Design

Tucked away in tiny alleys
Golden secrets in pyramidal design,
Tumbling layers of flats and homes
In blocks of cream and golden limestone,
Indistinguishable behind screens and doors
And built to withstand the heat and cold.
Fertile land farmed in terraced slopes
So precious it’s preserved for crops,
Animals seem hidden away
In sunken pits, not on display.
A different world in the Mediterranean,
So much so it is a haven
Of safety from the wider world,
Let’s pray it can be preserved.

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