Terraced Poems - Poems about Terraced

...Surrounded by tranquil turquoise waters, Guarded on sides by oceans three, In the east by the Pacific, On the south by the Celebes Sea, And on the west by the south China Sea, There......Read the rest...

...Cups on their hooks rattle the train rumbles through the town icebergs crack and fall off the roof, they crash through two stories of chilled air. Dad heaves himself off the sofa, empty plate ......Read the rest...

...Now in my decline from a time back then I remember the days in a life when I was ten, when we lived in a shadow much greater at the foot of the mount and its dormant crater. Where we’d cl......Read the rest...

...My Dream Vacation To return once more to Italy where the forgotten places still remain in harmony, echoing, antiquities graces. A priv......Read the rest...

...Because today my hands started to unravel the wires of the telephone pole, the ones in the middle of the street connecting terraced homes together. Familiar facades showing familiar window, sh......Read the rest...

...1. THE EARLY YEARS It was Nineteen fifty seven, that’s the year that I was born It was in a northern town of England, one early January morn I thought I’d be an only child, with no-one else but ......Read the rest...

...heron eyes over the green shallows catching fire in a thimble of time steely kamikaze plunge a divine wind catching gleaming stiletto bright day spray silver tail hoisted into gantry neck loo......Read the rest...

...Tiny crocuses soon peep their purple heads Above the lingering pale green foliage In my upper yard's terraced flowering beds Robins on my lawn will hungrily forage Building their sturdy nests out......Read the rest...

...It’s going to blow. The saxophone sexuality of a volcanic slumber has become a thundering in our hearts. We feel it in the thigh of being and in the strung valleys of elbows and knees. Oli......Read the rest...

... 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 fo......Read the rest...

... 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 fore......Read the rest...

...Deep golden choirs ringing out their scarlet anthems with a shout; blood orange whispers echo as the violet innuendo scatters all about. The dusky pink clouds fade to grey, the gulls, the su......Read the rest...

...I'm playing seafaring games on the marble table, sketching between the blue striations of the stone, a slab that resembles an ocean to my young mind. I draw armadas and stick figure Spaniards, f......Read the rest...

...Thanksgiving Visitors Come From Away Hands once separated By history on shores of distant oceans Entwined again on a blustery November morning, Meeting beneath a song In the shadow of a stee......Read the rest...

...A low fog lingers on the ground On cobbled streets where coaches sound, Candles dance inside the glass Of lanterns as the moment's pass. Terraced houses reach the sky Chimneys smoke and Zeppe......Read the rest...