Yews Poems - Poems about Yews

... "The Crow Bar" she said, here I bury my dead, you can hear them sleeping somnulent forget-me-nots, snoring blithely unaware, in neat rows between the thick, ink injec......Read the rest...

...Bird watchers say there are birds that return in spring to play build a nest, raise their young but as seasons change there are always some who stay the winter, forage for seeds familiar ones......Read the rest...

...Needs must A stairway to heaven or the gateway to hell? Will feelings stay with us? Only time passed will tell. As I sit in the graveyard lost lives hear my call, They sing “Will you join u......Read the rest...

...Nero the god! I had a dream. There I was at the foot of Mount Olympus. Mother was with me as usual. As we reached a cross-roads, Agrippina said: "Come Nero, here we turn left" But I said: "......Read the rest...

...Shadowy images creep in carried on a cold, November wind and easing through the leaved trees autumn gives one last final sneeze as every leaf and even a branch or two fall from the distant fo......Read the rest...

...Suddenly, the days are colder wind rushing briskly on my shoulder; summer shadows fade and disappear in the cloudy grays of the northern sphere. Here it comes, the autumn fall mix of wind......Read the rest...

... Cinnabar sentinels stand swaying in the mist of morning through whispered hush and gentle breeze, like jewels , the leaves adorning. Cool the streams in cresting waves float laurel barques ......Read the rest...

...,It's like some long lost fairy tale That's handed down through time But couldn't be, as you will see For this strange tale is mine. I chose to take a country road I do from time to time To......Read the rest...

...When daylight seeps ‘round curtains sadder than the hangman's noose To a room where brooding melancholy sleeps Where are you, outside of lifes lone excuse? When steaming food To polished plate......Read the rest...

...searching for the perfect word on virginal paper leads to the cut, to oaken tears, to a sorrow of yews; then the unbalance, rowdy tracks of leaves and branches, the pushing down against green burs......Read the rest...

...October: I'm eighteen, shortcutting home through an autumn-burnished churchyard - copper-lustred leaves, moss-skinned stone - a jaunty swing of skater skirt and arm, college folder square-sturdy ......Read the rest...

...I Am The Artist Of My Life Aloft the hills I sit The world behind The clear sky above I, my master, And my soulful thoughts Reaching nothingness. So what is this life all about? I continu......Read the rest...

...Long grey stone around the Church festooned with ivy and marked with lichen. Marking its perimeter. Long lines of ancient yews closing it off from our world. The Church stark, forbidding. Its Norman......Read the rest...

...The dial counted down the suns demise while bats danced waltzes above churches roof, and breeze played melody through wooden guise of pseudo organs; stolid yews aloof. Hungry lych-gate waited w......Read the rest...

...Ranted I in fiery dance Upon the rushed floor. It plyeth mosaicate from out my thought. Lucid it creels through battlement and prepapace. Upon this tower, I cleveth Erin’s loved lorne lore. It......Read the rest...