Places Poems | Examples of Places Poetry

Ronda’s a town, but this rondelet rankles still: Ronda’s a town (a placename is a Proper Noun). Between Malaga and Seville, you’ll hear the very sparrows trill, Ronda’s a town. Ronda exists, But does ‘rondelet’ rhyme with ‘hay’? (Ronda exists: I’ve wandered in its morning mists!) Or does it, maybe, rhyme with ‘debt’? It makes a poem hard to set! Ronda exists. Ronda’s my home. Unlike phantom poetic forms, Ronda’s my...

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Glory Mountain, Davao City, day three. The legs do not listen anymore They called to Stunning Villa There you see the curtailed garden Arrays of colorful flowers that bloom Man made beautiful falls cascading below Thousands of pine trees going to the top Man made lake nestled in between those flat I felt inside this extraordinary characters Unspeakable joy to discover this hidden gem Very...

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Cow is very close to Pig Pig is busy busy streets and restaurants plenty of eating and dining out Cow is also close to Sheep Sheep is nice quaint and picturesque numerous shops dotted around Cow is not too far from Horse Horse is impressive large houses and open spaces a laid back life of calmness Cow is also not far from Dog Dog is thriving multicultural and diverse a...

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Today I opened my social feed to find this post about a song release It was a favorite of mine from 1994 And just like that I was transported once more ,to a place etched deep into my soul It's September and I'm 15 years old I can smell the flannel ,CkOne, and the sharpie I...

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When it's not possible to go abroad It's not bad to get acquainted local scenes With the Philippines country's surroundings I have long wanted to see Cebu's whale sharks I want to visit Palawan's Underground River Witness the Baguio's cliff-hanging cemetery Astonishing Bukidnon nature like Switzerland Feel the nerve-wracking landing seaport of Ibatan Experience the windy part of Northern Ilocos Enjoy surfing...

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A good Monday begins With a well spent Sunday True, many good places to go: A morning walk in the forest A Sunday mass to thank God with A cozy place for breakfast A natural park for tiktok An afternoon visit to relatives An easy visit to a Public Library Or attend a yoga class at the park A simple desire of...

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Take my outstretched hand... Come away with me, my dearest. There is a special place for us... Our paradise; a wondrous departure From this crazy, maddening world. There, we'll be lost...

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From fields of green, a vision took hold, A city of faith, a story untold. Ciudad de Victoria, a name that rings true, Where hope and resilience forever renew. A tapestry woven of spirit and might, Where dreams take their flight in radiant light. The Philippine Arena, a crown jewel so grand, A testament rising across the land. Through trials and challenges, a...

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A green lung in the city's concrete chest, a breath of open air, where history whispers, and families gather. Not just a park, but a stage for dreams, a place of quiet contemplation, and boisterous laughter, a tapestry of lives interwoven. The Rizal Monument, a sentinel of stone, a silent gaze, across the bay, a reminder of sacrifice and hope. Fountains dance, in the midday heat, spraying cool relief, a children's delight, a moment...

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A cradle of earth, a continent of contrasts, where ancient rhythms pulse, and modern dreams ignite. Not just a landmass, but a symphony of stories, of deserts and savannas, of jungles and mountains, a tapestry woven with time. The sun, a golden eye, beats down on endless plains, where wildlife roams, and rivers carve their paths, a primal dance of life. The wind, a storyteller, carries whispers of ancestors, of tribal...

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May we be blessed to always show up for our children In 3 important places…no matter how much they’ve grown In front of them…to cheer them on behind them…to have their back and next to them…so they’ll never feel alone. ...

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the warmth in the eyes is how the mountain outlines left in me, unspoken by sunsets by the ghosts of what never happened the echoes measured the distance still not having found a form, they wander just like you and me through our valleys the saddened silence in me I'll enshrine as an aftertaste of the grape sun look at who you are...

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KODACK BLUES Up above me is an empty sky Tonight, I miss you, but I cannot cry I’m travelling like an explorer’s ship I forge a smile but don’t give a flip Nighttime calls me and I wonder why Do you see me drifting Don’t I look so sly Neon lights give me sights to see And nobody can play a fool like...

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I thought that I had matured enought to have the strenght within me To look and accept reality I thought I could look into the eyes of past and accept that it has passed Old camera i haven’t picked up in months is my only gateway to past regrets and memmories Vision blured with tears I can’t get past...

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Your mind can take you places let your eyes be the judge of what you see. Is a bin not a bin? Is a rose not a rose? I could call on deception, flattery, duplicity, misdirection. I have tamed my rage, but you’re quick to see my movements, quick...

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