Terraced Poems - Poems about Terraced

...Poetry Soup Premiere Contest winner MOTHER'S DAY poetry contest sponsored by Benjamin Bartley, April 2025 Morning starts early, before it gets light Opening cupboards, to see what’......

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...Laboured breaths with each strenuous uphill step, taking in the ancient spirits from an ancient world when the earth was venerated. Every stride taken prompts visions of the Chaquis who journi......

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...My English Brother and the Rich I find it impossible to be envious of the wealthy, buying superyachts one bigger than the other, when they get seasick at the thought of sailing out to sea Marrying ......

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...Historically the books are written by a well-known writer The characters are formed to choose the sense of flight or fighter The library of the mind stows away the facts from the fiction ......

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...Blue collar school, Blue collar play, Blue collar children, Blue collar praise, Blue collar words, Blue collar phrased, Blue collar work, Blue collar pay, Blue collar union, Blue collar say,......

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...All through wee hours of the morning Laminga wail their missing persons, mourning And the track road leading into Amurum forest Stained with droplets of blood down the terraced Searching into sun......

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...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......

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...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 ......

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...Now in my time echoes I remember then my full days in a life when I was ten. We lived in a shadow much greater at the gates of Eden and its dormant crater. We’d climb its he......

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

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...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......

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...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 ......

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...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......

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...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......

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...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......

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