Surveys Poems - Poems about Surveys

...He knows he has to run; it’s imperative. He sprints down a trail, passing tall pines on both sides. His eyes dart everywhere around himself as he surveys every large rock or bush that he goes d......

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... The lens, a cold and unblinking eye, Surveys the streets, the corners, and the squares, A silent witness passing moments by, Recording joys and sorrows, hopes and snares. It sees the hurrie......

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... “The Scorpion’s Touch” Under glass the sound cuts out sharp just like under water and we run out of breath like insects running around frantically out of time we are ......

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... Updraft lifts limbs, leaves scurry like mice exposed Mother Nature shakes shorebreak, incline imposed Gnaws at sand buried tree toes gnarled, spit polished Hourglass chamber sug......

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...Lampyris Noctiluca might the night deceive us that we lack aeronautical knowledge yet common sense askes either friend or foe might I have the certainty of knowing does one create an ambient ......

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...All over Washington D.C. He flies with pomp and pride Donald Trump, President Surveys the swamp overhead Of wrath and promises bold He vows to cleanse the deep Swamp's dark waters His axe to ......

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...And who would find fault with the perfect way she clearly hid herself in plain panavision view... Not a hair out of place. The small shield held up at just the right angle, to give her elbow r......

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...The young couple surveys the area. Large aged oak trees gift shade. Thick luscious grass carpets the ground. Pastel wild flowers dance on the breeze. The pale blue sky is expansive. She takes ......

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...In a weightless state of tranquility, paraphrasing relentless thoughts of motion in my head into words, which 'til now have laid dormant in unsung verse, waiting for you to shine brightly upon......

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... Perched on the precipice of perception, Feathers ruffled by gusts of inspiration, The poet-bird surveys the landscape of language. Twigs of truth plucked from reality's branches, Woven with t......

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...Sacred Earths Tiny Dancer Arise, My Beloved! I say, Arise, My Love! For you are a Sacred Dancer In the Great Spirit's grand and glorious ceremony— A hallowed space where Ancient......

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...Captain Nemo, I; Captain Nemo from the silent darkness of the deep search for a rare lost treasure that vanished so very long ago. Keenly my periscope surveys the shores, scanning intently as thr......

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... The sun, resplendent in its blazing might, Burns fiercely o'er a barren, lifeless waste, A desert dry and vast where earth is scorched By searing radiation, deathly bright. No sign of life bu......

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...The summer fog has not yet lifted from the enclave. The candyfloss glow of the sun suspended above the horizon of the valley in the Jock of the Bushveld Concervancy where I have made my new home refl......

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... He surveys his kingdom each day, from Iron Gate to Wooden Wall. Each leaf that falls and blade that sways, his loyal subjects one and all. The cattle grazing in the field, the kittens nestle......

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