Poems about Mountains
#mountains
Poems about mountains, formed through tectonic forces or volcanic activity. Poetry about mountains and their surrounding landscape, the power and beauty of nature, and the challenge of climbing a tall mountain. Poems about mountain people and animals, and the mountain way of life.
James_A_Knight
Poem Published
16th Apr 2021 11:19pm
16th Apr 2021 11:19pm
The View Above
The black hound clouds
Leer over mountains
Down valleys into nightmare
The steps lead up to nothing
Up and up and up ad up to nothing
The structures in the middle are
An ancient insanity
Left over from a dead age
Twilight haunts the vale beneath
There is peace in the dark silence below
Peace in the dark silence below
Leer over mountains
Down valleys into nightmare
The steps lead up to nothing
Up and up and up ad up to nothing
The structures in the middle are
An ancient insanity
Left over from a dead age
Twilight haunts the vale beneath
There is peace in the dark silence below
Peace in the dark silence below
#dark
#night
#mountains
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PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
7th Apr 2021 10:05pm
7th Apr 2021 10:05pm
The Land Called Africa
Oh Lord, I want to go back where I’m from before my hair turns grey
Every day I think of my beautiful homeland that lies far away from here
I miss the foggy mountains, the wide rivers, and the sunny fields
My heart preserves the memories of the peaceful days of long ago
And someday I’ll return to the place of my origin, the land called Africa
Every day I think of my beautiful homeland that lies far away from here
I miss the foggy mountains, the wide rivers, and the sunny fields
My heart preserves the memories of the peaceful days of long ago
And someday I’ll return to the place of my origin, the land called Africa
#Africa
#river
#mountains #memories
#mountains #memories
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JohnnyBlaze
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2021 10:27pm
3rd Apr 2021 10:27pm
[ Of Power And Rings ] Moria
Mighty Dwarven mansions
and mithril mines
---now a monumental tomb
encorpsulating four days' march
through Misty Mountains' gloom;
on precarious, crevassed crossing
---the Bridge of Khazad-dum---
we listen to drums beat
doom doom doom
Prelude to war
signaling our defeat
punctuated with nameless terror
In carved expansions and confines
once known by Durin's Folk as
Dwarrowdelf
there is no room for error
and mithril mines
---now a monumental tomb
encorpsulating four days' march
through Misty Mountains' gloom;
on precarious, crevassed crossing
---the Bridge of Khazad-dum---
we listen to drums beat
doom doom doom
Prelude to war
signaling our defeat
punctuated with nameless terror
In carved expansions and confines
once known by Durin's Folk as
Dwarrowdelf
there is no room for error
#power
#mountains
#NaPoWriMo2021
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OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
25th Feb 2021 9:34pm
25th Feb 2021 9:34pm
DESERT SERENITY 2 (3-19-1989, dawn at 'OH MY GOD' natural hot springs in the Badlands of the Anza Borrego D
i am this
desert
serenity
rich cacti dawns
hushed
pastel song
suspended here
within its all
encompassing peace
swallowed up
down here beneath
this still sleeping
but gently awakening
skys above
blue gray wide
stirring yawn
which ever so
gradually
soon stretches beyond
squinting pink eye
of still sunken
unseen suns
slow silent
new mornings
radiantly illumined arising
as new day
comes delicately on
quietly stretching out
beyond ...
desert
serenity
rich cacti dawns
hushed
pastel song
suspended here
within its all
encompassing peace
swallowed up
down here beneath
this still sleeping
but gently awakening
skys above
blue gray wide
stirring yawn
which ever so
gradually
soon stretches beyond
squinting pink eye
of still sunken
unseen suns
slow silent
new mornings
radiantly illumined arising
as new day
comes delicately on
quietly stretching out
beyond ...
#earth
#sky
#nature
#mountains
#desert
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goldenmyst
Bumped 9th Feb 2021 5:05am
2nd Jan 2021 4:51am
2nd Jan 2021 4:51am
Facepainters
Facepainters
When the earth thawed, Mammoths found their personal Manhattan in the Pacific Northwest but with their own trumpet instead of car horns. Mammoths were among the original vegans and the island was like getting to raid the 24-hour salad bar on a cruise ship. They were luckier than pigeons in Yankee Stadium with walnuts as leftovers instead of popcorn.
The hairy behemoths became grandparent figures for the humans. Thereby the sacred purpose of the lumbering beasts no longer required sacrifice.
Two boys back in the great north rode the mighty...
When the earth thawed, Mammoths found their personal Manhattan in the Pacific Northwest but with their own trumpet instead of car horns. Mammoths were among the original vegans and the island was like getting to raid the 24-hour salad bar on a cruise ship. They were luckier than pigeons in Yankee Stadium with walnuts as leftovers instead of popcorn.
The hairy behemoths became grandparent figures for the humans. Thereby the sacred purpose of the lumbering beasts no longer required sacrifice.
Two boys back in the great north rode the mighty...
#romantic
#mountains
#pagan
#historical
#wisdom
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BeginningPoet
James B.P.
James B.P.
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2021 2:11pm
3rd Feb 2021 2:11pm
Fading Like Paradise
from
a magnificent
blue,
to that
passing rainbow
of colors,
the warm day
lent itself,
up and over
the sea
and landscape,
escaping
high ridges
of stone
and sand,
dark
coming now,
clothing
the day
in dark material,
the weak light
left dying,
as the night
stood
holding
the dagger
once wounding
and helping
to bleed
the day.
a magnificent
blue,
to that
passing rainbow
of colors,
the warm day
lent itself,
up and over
the sea
and landscape,
escaping
high ridges
of stone
and sand,
dark
coming now,
clothing
the day
in dark material,
the weak light
left dying,
as the night
stood
holding
the dagger
once wounding
and helping
to bleed
the day.
#sea
#beach
#sky
#nature
#mountains
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Stoney223
Poem Published
10th Jan 2021 5:34pm
10th Jan 2021 5:34pm
THE LAST TIME YOU
When was the last time you looked at up at the stars in the deepness of the heavenly skies, and thought how much you wish you could fly out, and touch them within the palms of your hands. When was the last time or moment away from the stress of the world. That you felt even more alive like an intricately woven fabric, created and wrap in a blanket of peace and serenity to accept the fact. That it not only alter you but yet it changed you from the inside out, teaching you to appreciate that which in life. Is free to explore as it cost you nothing to step out the doors. When was the last time...
#sea
#stars
#sky
#nature
#mountains
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Tallquietguy
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2021 2:57pm
2nd Jan 2021 2:57pm
Ride On a Cloud
I want to ride on a cloud,
floating lighthearted and free
above soaring peaks and springing forests
from sea to roiling sea …
Far above the maddening refrain
of the monotonous song of life
played in endless, illusory variation
on a scratchy, worn-out phonograph.
Silence would be my only companion –
well, more or less – perhaps I’d view
the occasional eagle or hawk on the prowl,
or an impertinent honking goose!
Traveling so close to heaven,
in spirit if not in deed,
barely aware of the passing hours, ...
floating lighthearted and free
above soaring peaks and springing forests
from sea to roiling sea …
Far above the maddening refrain
of the monotonous song of life
played in endless, illusory variation
on a scratchy, worn-out phonograph.
Silence would be my only companion –
well, more or less – perhaps I’d view
the occasional eagle or hawk on the prowl,
or an impertinent honking goose!
Traveling so close to heaven,
in spirit if not in deed,
barely aware of the passing hours, ...
#sea
#sky
#clouds
#nature
#mountains
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oskar
Poem Published
1st Jan 2021 10:10am
1st Jan 2021 10:10am
dawn
Dawn´s sky
Dawn, the sky is lit up by the unseen sun
clouds from the ocean were coming in they looked rain heavy
not a sound broke the stillness.
This the last day of the year and he was still here on the terrace
able to see the birth of a new day and he was privileged
the world had given him a gift.
The night had been restless and fearful, the thought of his death
had disturbed him, no point resisting the oncoming it was futile
he had said to himself and the dark night.
He felt a chill the rain was coming in faster than he had...
Dawn, the sky is lit up by the unseen sun
clouds from the ocean were coming in they looked rain heavy
not a sound broke the stillness.
This the last day of the year and he was still here on the terrace
able to see the birth of a new day and he was privileged
the world had given him a gift.
The night had been restless and fearful, the thought of his death
had disturbed him, no point resisting the oncoming it was futile
he had said to himself and the dark night.
He felt a chill the rain was coming in faster than he had...
#forest
#beach
#sky #mountains
#sky #mountains
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PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
15th Dec 2020 3:01pm
15th Dec 2020 3:01pm
Rainbow
Based on an actual event
The end of the rainbow descended to the low side of the mountain
I glanced at its beautiful colours as I drove down the wet road
An unexpected thing happened when we got close to the rainbow
The end of the rainbow was standing right in the middle of the road
And the light of the rainbow shone brightly in the moderate rain
It was still visible even at a distance of less than 3 metres away
The gray minibus slowly drove through the end of the rainbow
Perhaps the people in the motor vehicles behind us saw...
The end of the rainbow descended to the low side of the mountain
I glanced at its beautiful colours as I drove down the wet road
An unexpected thing happened when we got close to the rainbow
The end of the rainbow was standing right in the middle of the road
And the light of the rainbow shone brightly in the moderate rain
It was still visible even at a distance of less than 3 metres away
The gray minibus slowly drove through the end of the rainbow
Perhaps the people in the motor vehicles behind us saw...
#beauty
#rain
#rainbow #mountains
#rainbow #mountains
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
8th Dec 2020 4:15am
8th Dec 2020 4:15am
Nesting Ground for Tundra Swans
Nesting Ground for Tundra Swans
Rowena stands in deep contemplation in the greenhouse of Biosphere 2. She sees her golden face afloat in a pool of orange late afternoon light slanting through the crystalline glass. She gazes wistfully at her image reflected in the glass. Waves of her long raven black hair circle her face where her cherubic ruby lips are generous and full. Her lash-hooded dark opal eyes glitter in the reddish sparkles of sunset glaze suspended in the glass. Her elfin face glows in an ethereal aura. Her image, suffused in the luminous...
Rowena stands in deep contemplation in the greenhouse of Biosphere 2. She sees her golden face afloat in a pool of orange late afternoon light slanting through the crystalline glass. She gazes wistfully at her image reflected in the glass. Waves of her long raven black hair circle her face where her cherubic ruby lips are generous and full. Her lash-hooded dark opal eyes glitter in the reddish sparkles of sunset glaze suspended in the glass. Her elfin face glows in an ethereal aura. Her image, suffused in the luminous...
#environment
#mountains
#freedom
#escape
#scifi
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summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
5th Dec 2020 7:31pm
5th Dec 2020 7:31pm
un-cumbrously, this your decembrist-in-blooms
viz:: decemberist
#love
#sky
#mountains
#spiritual
#symbolism
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