Moorland Poems - Poems about Moorland

Wonderful wild moorland Unfettered freedom reigns Swirling wind ruffles grass No concrete obstacles Peace of mind comes to pass. Wonderful wild moorland Every breath pure pleasure Happiness can be found In nature's harmony No restrictions, unbound. Wonderful wild moorland Windblown and beautiful Insignificant me With my eyes open wide Sudden epiphany. Wonderful wild moorland A healing place to be Perfect for reflection Heavenly melody's Spiritual redemption. ...

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The spongy earth springs underfoot Concealing all below; You mind your way, This eerie day, You're careful how you go. As mists roll off the craggy moss Concealing all above; You find your way, This eerie day, About a place you love. A speck of rain anoints your head Concealing thoughts inside; You see your way, This eerie day, To let your qualms, subside. The heather forms a carpet here Concealing...

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There are wild horses in the heather; their neighing follows the wake of hewing wind-wraiths. The ponies are hardy and stout, they go in and out of the clouds, slip through swale and dingle. The moors are high. You don't feel the altitude only the depth of the land. When the sky turns sullen it tilts to smother the earth. If the scything winds...

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Inspired And in awe of Majestic Beauty. . Stagnant moss and patches of lichen Cling to weathered uneven Sandstone dry stone walls Segregating lush green moorland Surrounded by silent sisters standing Lofty huge and tall As wholly clouds majestically graze On both idle pleasant and more inhospitable days . An unpredictable temperamental land As seasons emerge and in an instant Temperatures rise or plummet A...

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The path between myself and the distant man twists and turns. There are gullies and ridges hags and troughs, a hoary dusk. We are converging. He has my hat and clothes, my resemblance. Once I miscalculated; I was out on the trackless moors too late, darkness fell I had to lose myself to find myself. The figure is waving, not in...

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Pastoral Quilt. A pastoral quilt Of varied greens And russet tawny browns Surveyed by adoring eye On verge of a hill High above he ground The provaling wind Reddens my cheeks With a slight bite And tussles my hair As I breath in the pure clean air Towering sisters of mountain rocky outcrop Tor and hill Forever still Linier lines of old dry sandstone walls Border the...

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Winter’s dusk forlorn on the moor has found me. Sky has cried its tears; now I soak in stillness. All at once, I hear in the gloaming - bird song flooding the wasteland! Feb. 4, 2019 Entered Aug. 22, 2021 for William Kekaula's 'Your Best Sapphic Stanza' Poetry Contest...

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You are a heather in my moorland A rainbow in my sky I know seasons change Daisies replace you Skies are grey again The I am no more moorland Then I am no more sky -Puvi-...

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MOORLAND ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Moorland, wilderness, natural beauty, Nature! Wilderness, from barren to verdant glory. Natural, prime, if untouched, an untold story. Beauty, as perceived by human-nature. Nature, its larder for all and sundry! ...

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Inspired by and dedicated to Jan Allison and the amazing moorland bird, the Ptarmigan. nights... no clouds... moonlit shadows race over moorland double silhouettes ~~ deemed monsters... shadows the ancients misnamed... fauna... double silhouettes ...

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the chill of autumn initiates spiral breath precariously dancing buoyant upon frigid air chained to contours, dwell penetrating the very heart of the purple moorland chase, a symbol of being, as it is within a cycle nature’s promise one of perpetuity. yet alas ‘tis with a wondrous although woeful eye emancipation of candour only I seek, till to hear the call of the lonesome...

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To embrace life’s analytic myth to inspire nature’s symbolic smile, to manoeuvre amidst northern skies of blue to roam chauvinistic contours sensitive and true. To perceive inclement purple haze that rebels against the moor side mist, to dwell if only momentarily within a dream upon “Windgate Nick” Where dandelion seeds float in sunbeams of radical tranquil, and fanciful fables of innocent finery are spawned. To wander the fallow tracks of “Heber’s Ghyll” Stride the sparsely...

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