Geography Poems - Poems about Geography

sans geography The USA is this world others, planets... Japan is Russia Brazil is in China ...

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The little humble bean that found its way into a cup made a splash upon the scene after Kaldi’s goat had stirred it up it travelled fast and well from Ethiopia to Yemen some called it the drink from hell until Clement became a fan. the aroma crossed the pond and Boston had to celebrate once the New World had succumbed it quickly poured out...

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In the quiet twilight, we gather here today, To honor my dad, remember him, and pray. From the promised land, he flew with no regret, To the fifties U.S., a different mindset. In the old world, he wore many hats, even a soldier, Now a young man on a Greyhound bus, bound...

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A hero to a little boy, Smartest man in the world, so full of joy. Big HOUSE! Big beard. Big Family! Big belly!! “I love you son.” “I love you too, Dad”. A whole different place, Confusion wins the race. One night, a big fright. Discovery leads to recovery “I love you, I promise.” “I love you too, Dad” A fresh new family, A...

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Hailed countries, old and new Old civilization, myth or true North to South, poetry of bards East to West like flash of cards Names on maps are words in gaps Eloquence or simplicity in poetry snaps Your poetry speaks of geography Origins of people, languages and philosophy Your words and thoughts so grand in many forms Rocks of inspiration in a volcano dorms...

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Hidden yet rugged At the bottom of the world Cool water flowing High above Hell’s barren gates High above ringed deception...

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If Earth were actually flat as they claim, would never meet in opposites... Never USA and Russia, would approach the extremes......

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Doing is Happening There are imaginary lines to mark locations in a map Horizontal parallel layti are latitude lines. Vertical khari lambi are longitude lines. Four directions to go The time is now. Note.Maps can only guide readers. Lesson.The marker of imagination is an important ingredient....

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This is a tanka, because Canada is "tanking": I There are 3 countries that are really "North America" - Canada, Us, and Mexico (Most forget Mexico is North!) II "Stainless Steel" Lady Mcgreavy updated me on the news from Canada - "The American Pandemic has passed the permeable borders" III Mexico was always bad with policing, law and order bull After George Floyd, Canada...

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I have always been curious about people from Kurdistan I wonder why they are called kurds I wonder when the kurds would become keese Just like curd becomes cheese I wonder if birds are called “birds” because they come from “Birdistan”….. Okay, that kurd-bird joke one time never went down well One audience I entertained transitioned from swelling to swearing The agitated...

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The Cotswolds are a bunch of hills in rural England's heart They're green and rolling, full of sheep that frolic, bleat and fart. People come from far and wide to hike the Cotswold Way, And from Bath to Chipping Campden lovely views enhance their stay. The villages and towns each have a unique English charm, And when the sun shines...

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“Please use it in a sentence.” “We live on the Chicago consonant,” the eighth grader said, proudly. “Do you know what a consonant is?” The teacher asked the student. “Sure,” he said, “Like Rhode Island, right?” His classmates nodded. The teacher sighed. Un-learning is so much tougher than learning. On a happier note, she was grateful that she...

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Geology, geometry, biology, biography Anthropology, psychology, geography, photography, Psychiatry, psychometry, cartography, graphography, So many ol-ogies and og-Raph-ies, so little time. Yet am I studying any of them? Not today. Today I am sitting in my lazy girl, Watching a year’s worth of a designer show. I have been starring at other people working like mad. Learning nothing but as it is my day...

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" I have walked the silent paths of grief Sunless,dreary,cold and all alone. I have slept on beds of winter leaves. I know that death’s a greedy starving thief. Although my heart weeps and my joy has gone. I have never felt I was deceived. I have learned that human life is brief. I have learned by sorrow we’re undone. I have sifted earth...

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Frogs sing in Japan too bad they croak in Tennessee it's geography...

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