Tableland Poems - Poems about Tableland

...I wanted to find myself, so I got lost in the woods, Turns out life’s easier without all the shoulds. The rhythm of steps was a meditation Twelve hours a day in God’s lovely creation. Even ......Read the rest...

...While rambling like a vagabond in a seraphic poetic submersion, in a remote region, witnessed the most captivated sight ever, a sleeping valley rippled in wild blooms, as sparkling in mystical cele......Read the rest...

...Let’s fly to the celestial fiesta of the cherry blossom, In the North Eastern Region of Shillong, named, “The Scotland of the East, The abode of the cloud,” in the lush mesa of the magn......Read the rest...

... Have seen an utopian lane, amidst the thicket, latent In the abode of the clouds, in the lap of the tranquil wilderness, far far away from the mundane mist! A wheezing sparsely inha......Read the rest...

...Wild Grass on the Tableland—Farewell to a Friend The grasses on the tableland run wild, Once in a year they perish and flourish. The wildfire can’t burn them up in the field; They regrow in verna......Read the rest...

...On The Plateau Remote Island in the sky, on the plateau Above the lowlands removed and separated Nine thousand foot drop prevents our leaving We watch others like ourselves down there Telescop......Read the rest...

...A merry band to profer hope in the land A lute, fiddle, drum to make brigandry grand A staff, bow, arrow to strafe the noble strand A sworn oath to lawful king; a sword to gentry's overbearing hand A......Read the rest...

...strange picture frames lie on the scorched earth of the barren plateau, crooked and jagged.. to strange for her bucket of watercolors. to obscure for pastel horizons to rupture in light. ......Read the rest...

...In anger he conspires creates havoc on his way down, simply spoils one’s hair when revealing one’s crown. He aid’s Monday’s wash with the strength of a kiss, commands the clouds, rain, many ......Read the rest...

...The grey-haired by on our streets With rags hanging his shoulder as his only cloak Every night on banana leaves he sleeps; He has no crump nor cakes let alone a glimpse of hope All day his leg ......Read the rest...

...Navigation by the soul, Feet caravan the heavy load. Roam far beyond the horizon calling, Searching the stainless tableland. Ocean plain blue, Beauty not touched, Leaving in peace. Desert cann......Read the rest...