Territory Poems - Poems about Territory

the territory cannot be mapped but maps appear to serve a story's need for a move to chicago......

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A breadbasket has become a bowl of blood and mud. The steel claws of hawks crush concrete towers. Peace shelters in cellars bread is broken, a thin soup stirs the dying. A droning in the sky, rabbit ears alert in a backyard cage, a boy's hunger stole a carrot, but it did not eat the rabbit - not yet....

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Homeless I lived, without even a marked territory to claim as my own! How I wished I had access to a mattress to lay my weary body or a ceiling under my head! But I had no place to be in I have slept in roach infested tunnels, under bridges and doorways, walked alone through city streets- a shadow lost in the absence of light. In...

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Fragile, delicate, beautiful thus rare Three thousand meters above sea In marked territory, listening to Gurgling downward flow of Waters of the sacred hill A precious bloom stays in the shades of tall trees. A three feet high plant Shy of sunlight, Shy of plundering human hands Shirui Lily, a pale pink bell-shaped Flower that carries many tales Shows rainbow colors Through Microscopic lens. Snubbed for being So...

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In marked territory, I must step with care, For shadows past and present linger to snare. Each step poised, measured, cautious, slow, Falls on ground where furtive few, dare to go. I kiss the bliss of ignorance, I know Cannot dispel the florescent deja vu glow Knowing virgin ground is non-existent, All is done before, done for, insistent. Even when I plow the...

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Acres and acres of barren land. The dried tumbleweeds roll across the open field, their roots dry and uprooted. The quiet cotton field where slavery once beckoned, the sounds of voices chanting, the saloon where the taps flowed like blood through their veins, the missuses with long skirts and huge hats— a young miss sitting on the knee of some foolhardy lass. The...

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When my inkless isles become drenched with icy wintergreen embers of apologetic auroras ~ and l i f e loses its lyrics in lilith's labyrinth, this soul orchestrating in origami riddles unfurls a cerise sanctuary ~ where the calligraphic...

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The ruler of his kingdom He designates the lines The pieces that belong to him His subjects and their lives He rules with domination His disciples are but fools This powerful head of state Oversees and overrules His commanding reign of tyranny A symptom of his fear That the truth of his own worthiness Seep through his brusque veneer Deep within marked...

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I surf through the crooning crests of warm, blue waters, breathing poetry and prose, carved in topaz and turquoise, for I am the goddess of the bittersweet estuary, crowned with foamy salt and sea glass, intoxicated by inked sapphires and solitude. This quill longs for silence and serenity, where the scarred streaks of sunsets cannot burn the edges of my cerulean canvas, adorned with holographic heartbeats. In this marked...

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my father told me that life was a series of emotional chapters like a map of my journey ...

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When testing time invades profoundly my private space I build a wall to protect the sanctum of the inner woods, create a captive cocoon of imposed isolation for the soul to be preserved in the bliss of insulation. I become a lone prisoner of my own making, behind the wall of false sense of volatile pride. I find the world...

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In Marked Territory 10-28-24 - Sponsor: Edward Ibeh ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In Marked Territory Midnight tightly clasps the darkness, Like a wounded heart, In between topaz edges of twilight And pastels of first light. Jealous of its cosmos Shoos away the master of the day Turning the face of the daystar To other skies To claim small hours. Guardian of vanishing infinities Speaks Indigo borders For...

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The very hot summer is coming to a close, fresh cool weather is in the air. I love my walks on autumn days, it puts a giddy up in my steps. Off to the pretty park we will go, looking for the In Marked Territory area. The grass seems much greener, with a very deep rich smell. Open the gate quickly before I...

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The shadow of his flight swept across the ground. Always the vigilant hunter at twilight's time of day No swoosh heard from the hawk's feathered wings. This swift and silent predator never makes a sound when soaring through shrubs and trees after prey... lizards, snakes, small game and other furry things. His territory, the conservation lot next to my house, is marked...

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One sign read MINE FIELD Follow the marked path One sign read MIND FIELD Your path is unmarked ...

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