Swales Poems - Poems about Swales

...For now he could see with the violet eye He looked inside, to his surprise With cool, smooth scales Runs in swampy swales He ran to the home of the girl who once loved him To pay her a visit and see how she's been Through the dust......Read More

...elf with shells of snails, You lie on warming shifting sand Sifting through your open hand, Adrift with tidal rifted swales. Charting ebbs and flows of sun, Wisps of clouds reveal the show That hermit crabs and sea crows know And ......Read More

... Summer breeze fills my sails billowing against the sky of blue; guiding me across life’s uneven swales, and leading me right back to you. I miss the softness of your warm caress; I long to hold you in my ......Read More

...nd flux Eroded, exposed then sand deposited, accrued and hoarded With sediment piled up in reserve in dunes, hills, swales and shoals Birds breach the sky and pierce the scenery Footprints broach the serenity of beach expanse Beache......Read More

...unt the soul, Her prisoner; no longer whole. As I, but a beggar, survey the sea; Porcelain broken, bluer than me: Swales o’er ‘morrows bleatingly boast: “Thus starves the daughter of hungrier ghost”. ......Read More

...In scratchy swales emitting Clorox gas, Matador houseflies cross paralyzed eyes; A kaleidoscope scene where jagged glass Cracks b......Read More

...Far across the hills and dales, Ringing o'er the rills and swales: Ever nearer, ever louder; Ever dearer, gaining power. Drawing hearts and minds to one; Once sounded out, and......Read More

...s withering in his path, his power ultimate, the cold of Satan his liege lord, spent upon the hapless world, in frigid swales, twixt tortured trees, in winter’s scraggle, midst hilltops bleak, whose hoary frames becrack an icy, kindless......Read More

...ne although their words smooth as butter, tongues devised; heaping up treasures Which shall never abide; washed away of swales these mountain sides ? Had one known Then they nay would have crucified, Heaven's Messiah His King; albeit rabbid......Read More

... As her ambulance rushes by; wailing and why.. Should one catch this spindrift adrift amid, their Churning sea these swales, of ocean tide miseries ? Zephyr's winds blowing through his shaded tree; roots Risen through the dust ever win......Read More

...told ‘Bout how there’s now no range to sail. It seems that all the land is now fenced And there are no more wagon swales— To most, the Old West now makes no sense And the interstates are our trails. I wish for those times of clea......Read More