Southwards Poems - Poems about Southwards

...Creaking, cracking, booming… You hear the sounds before the bridge, mountain quiet amplifies it, step out on the old iron truss, and a mess unfolds before you. Creeping, slipping, shearing… ......

Continue reading...

...March is unique here -- Auburn leaves dropping from trees, Returning to dust, Chilling winds howling southwards Heralding winter's coming.......

Continue reading...

...tied against the mountain the blue children play the upturned apples' cart scent filled the air The Wild herons flew southwards as the crucible sun hit the apex Crimson skies laced against ......

Continue reading...

...* Paid my heed my friends for the frost giants begin their march southwards, * and their hounds of winter ,shall Slather and bay awaiting direction from their masters * as then , * th......

Continue reading...

...My fingers reach to touch the sky where swallows circle,then southwards fly. NOTE:Crystalline is A two line image poem, (created by Denis Garison) often with a title, in which euphony is the key ......

Continue reading...

...my fingers reach to touch the sky where swallows circle,then southwards fly Crystalline form created by US poet Denis Garrison......

Continue reading...

...Measure of society by embarrassment, being a part of that state establishment. The informed shared interest that knows, wasters that claim to be the institution vows. Bound to rigid ness and as p......

Continue reading...

...Cruising southwards to LA from Sac a midnight filled with songs ‘n Luna, light-etching hills in a black infernal… It was a leviathan’s back on which I felt the tires unrolling a chilled grief ......

Continue reading...

...As sunburned skies kiss August goodbye, on molten wings southwards they fly... 09/09/20......

Continue reading...

...III. So came the pattern they would embrace, each spent two weeks a year at the other's place. The dates sometimes varied on her schedule, but each made sure that their time was not dull. She ......

Continue reading...

...Crimson twilight, stained glass sunsets bled Frost tipped flowers of summers fled Migrating flocks, southwards led Gatherings to break bread Chrysanthemum spread Autumnal bed Overhead Wind spe......

Continue reading...

...Logs stacked by a decaying shed; scent of burning embers from chimney’s wafting past my face; I breathe in the crisp evening chill. The woodlands, a palette of color waiting to be l......

Continue reading...

...A lovely oaken doorway in an old creaky shop; I stepped through one day and saw a bunny hop. A sleeping faun lay upon a rock, in hours, predawn he wore a red frock. By his side......

Continue reading...

...Have you ever known a skier’s mind when the leaves turn yellow and red? As frost forms before the drive to work and the lawnmower is put to bed? When all you feel is a bracing chill, and southwa......

Continue reading...

...When we first met, in love we used to glide on waves of bliss like pairs of sunglow swans, now we slowly totter,and try to hide our orthopaedic socks and thick long johns. We still hold hands lik......

Continue reading...