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.
Brandon
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Poem Published
13th Oct 2021 11:20am
13th Oct 2021 11:20am
Horizons Escape
Snow peaks
Shallow iced over creeks
Eye candy
For some a shivering scorn.
Latitude and longitude
Setting center mass
A fair attraction
A great distraction.
Glossy foliage
Frozen mountain side
Alpine utopia
A distant viewing
Over sought lands
A perfect Harmony
Latched on to the viewers eyes
A treat for all to see
Hughes of blue
Jade and forest green
White a glazing outline
A fortunate longing
A destined climb
Horizon set in dirt stone and trees
A vast hillside and...
Shallow iced over creeks
Eye candy
For some a shivering scorn.
Latitude and longitude
Setting center mass
A fair attraction
A great distraction.
Glossy foliage
Frozen mountain side
Alpine utopia
A distant viewing
Over sought lands
A perfect Harmony
Latched on to the viewers eyes
A treat for all to see
Hughes of blue
Jade and forest green
White a glazing outline
A fortunate longing
A destined climb
Horizon set in dirt stone and trees
A vast hillside and...
#happiness
#beauty
#nature
#mountains
#snow
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Scarlett_Midwinter
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2021 5:11am
2nd Oct 2021 5:11am
The Skier
Snow falls gently
In icy fractals and curlicues
Chinese symbols of frozen water
Transluscent hieroglyphics
Floating down from above
In soft and blinding sprinklings
A white backdrop for a lone figure
A skier on a mountain
Gliding along like a single dot
In winter's Pointilism
While the world is still
Lit only by floodlights
With their melancholic glow
And a few distant stars
Freckles on the night sky's
Chilly ebony face
...
In icy fractals and curlicues
Chinese symbols of frozen water
Transluscent hieroglyphics
Floating down from above
In soft and blinding sprinklings
A white backdrop for a lone figure
A skier on a mountain
Gliding along like a single dot
In winter's Pointilism
While the world is still
Lit only by floodlights
With their melancholic glow
And a few distant stars
Freckles on the night sky's
Chilly ebony face
...
#winter
#mountains
#snow #sports
#snow #sports
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Ms_SweetPea
Poem Published
10th Sep 2021 10:06am
10th Sep 2021 10:06am
The Softer Side of Stones
Misery sure loves company
Let's set sail on that lifeboat
And leave our stone castles
Crossing bolders over moats
For this year has added greys
Tears were shed, times of ill
Tired bones are heavy stones
A mountain of a small mole hill
Rolling stones gather no moss
So let's escape into life's woods
Find a pond to skip some pebbles
Childhood memories do us good
Spend our days under the sheets
Spill the beans about everything
Fling those rocks off our shoulders
Laugh and find what is our...
Let's set sail on that lifeboat
And leave our stone castles
Crossing bolders over moats
For this year has added greys
Tears were shed, times of ill
Tired bones are heavy stones
A mountain of a small mole hill
Rolling stones gather no moss
So let's escape into life's woods
Find a pond to skip some pebbles
Childhood memories do us good
Spend our days under the sheets
Spill the beans about everything
Fling those rocks off our shoulders
Laugh and find what is our...
#friendship
#mountains
#rhyming
#funny
#lover
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2 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
4th Sep 2021 7:08pm
4th Sep 2021 7:08pm
touchstone
touch my mystery with your fingertips
weighty existence is the form of a stone
vibrating energies that lift the soul
tumbled in water
my rough edges became smooth
calming the spirit of the beholder
find me lining the shore of an obliging lake or river
time itself has delivered me there
I watch humanity with curiosity
sending out my well wishes
I have dense matter
everything has spirit
I am no less
as part of a mountainside or in a riverbed
keep me as a touchstone when you're feeling stressed
...
weighty existence is the form of a stone
vibrating energies that lift the soul
tumbled in water
my rough edges became smooth
calming the spirit of the beholder
find me lining the shore of an obliging lake or river
time itself has delivered me there
I watch humanity with curiosity
sending out my well wishes
I have dense matter
everything has spirit
I am no less
as part of a mountainside or in a riverbed
keep me as a touchstone when you're feeling stressed
...
#nature
#mountains
#spiritual
101 reads
7 Comments
Briarheos
Poem Published
15th Aug 2021 11:53pm
15th Aug 2021 11:53pm
A walk in the woods
Geflecht aus Efeu ungebändigt
Tiefes Tal
Und ach so weit
Dein Morgentau mir ausgehändigt
Im tiefen Dunst aus Abendgrau
Im nebel deine düfte küssen
Dein Bach
So schillernd
Lockend klar
Als würd ichs ewig lieben müssen
Und kosten deiner blüten schar
Tiefes Tal
Und ach so weit
Dein Morgentau mir ausgehändigt
Im tiefen Dunst aus Abendgrau
Im nebel deine düfte küssen
Dein Bach
So schillernd
Lockend klar
Als würd ichs ewig lieben müssen
Und kosten deiner blüten schar
#beach
#clouds
#mountains
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2 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
15th Jun 2021 10:23am
15th Jun 2021 10:23am
grass clippers
Silent grass clippers
Why must lawn movers make such a noise?
Why do people with a garden seek to make an outdoor carpet?
Why people seek to make lawns look like an arrested childhood?
We can understand football stadiums, the ball runs faster
and the players do not stub their delicate feet on mature grass.
One day grass will give up growing turn into sand pits a place
For children to build sandcastles.
as big signs telling us not to walk on the grass?
This is not nature but humans trying to tame the natural world.
Why must lawn movers make such a noise?
Why do people with a garden seek to make an outdoor carpet?
Why people seek to make lawns look like an arrested childhood?
We can understand football stadiums, the ball runs faster
and the players do not stub their delicate feet on mature grass.
One day grass will give up growing turn into sand pits a place
For children to build sandcastles.
as big signs telling us not to walk on the grass?
This is not nature but humans trying to tame the natural world.
#forest
#sea
#beach
#sky
#mountains
71 reads
1 Comment
cabcool
Poem Published
6th Jun 2021 7:22am
6th Jun 2021 7:22am
first kiss at mt rosanna
a nonet
straddling the high road i mounted you
nor could i stop for low hung fruit
in haste to reach your summit
b r a c i n g t h e a i r as i
neared your lofty perch
then my first kiss
of the world
from your
heights
© Copyright 2021 June 05
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
straddling the high road i mounted you
nor could i stop for low hung fruit
in haste to reach your summit
b r a c i n g t h e a i r as i
neared your lofty perch
then my first kiss
of the world
from your
heights
© Copyright 2021 June 05
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
#romantic
#nature
#mountains
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6 Comments
ANATNOM_GNIREFFUS
Poem Published
25th May 2021 11:58am
25th May 2021 11:58am
"Inheritors of the Earth"
Will we stand on pedestals that overlook the heavens?
I think as my eyes take away from the beauty by observing
The granite scales and marbled platforms of the ascent
Spikes of spruce, pine, and juniper hoisted up into the heavens
Almost as though perched upon the hands of God
Will we stand among the clouds, in the end?
I mutter to myself as the rocks crumble underfoot
Looking down I can see the path that I walked
And I wonder if up on those pedestals we will look back
To see the bloodied wound that we carved on the way
Almost in a...
I think as my eyes take away from the beauty by observing
The granite scales and marbled platforms of the ascent
Spikes of spruce, pine, and juniper hoisted up into the heavens
Almost as though perched upon the hands of God
Will we stand among the clouds, in the end?
I mutter to myself as the rocks crumble underfoot
Looking down I can see the path that I walked
And I wonder if up on those pedestals we will look back
To see the bloodied wound that we carved on the way
Almost in a...
#trees
#environment
#nature
#mountains
#religion
117 reads
2 Comments
bandit
Poem Published
18th May 2021 11:20pm
18th May 2021 11:20pm
monument
I cast my longest shadows
with the rising and setting sun
the sun is my mother the moon my father
four seasons is my brothers and sisters
true explores can't resisted me
all that explore I remain a mystery
trees, grass, and flowers adorn me
set atop a snowy white crown
like a man aged and old
I been since the beginning of time
eon ages of clay stone bronze and steel
song have been written
of my beauty and majesty
with faith i could be cast into the sea
what purpose would there be
pictures, painting decorate...
with the rising and setting sun
the sun is my mother the moon my father
four seasons is my brothers and sisters
true explores can't resisted me
all that explore I remain a mystery
trees, grass, and flowers adorn me
set atop a snowy white crown
like a man aged and old
I been since the beginning of time
eon ages of clay stone bronze and steel
song have been written
of my beauty and majesty
with faith i could be cast into the sea
what purpose would there be
pictures, painting decorate...
#strength
#inspirational
#mountains
#Christian
#gratitude
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PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
8th May 2021 6:58am
8th May 2021 6:58am
Visions: Into Light
To see is to hear, once heard it speaks;
a flight of fancy to find the meek
ones who hide from eyes that search
may all our foes we besmirch.
Into light we glide upon
wings unfurled; our will is strong
as the tree men rooted by dirt;
as the brethren found on earth.
Magic now, as it would seem
only hears of which we dream;
visions come to grace our eyes
as we look to ancient skies
Everywhere and spread upon
all we seek to emerge before long
To see is to know and learn so well;
Forever yours, PRaladriel...
a flight of fancy to find the meek
ones who hide from eyes that search
may all our foes we besmirch.
Into light we glide upon
wings unfurled; our will is strong
as the tree men rooted by dirt;
as the brethren found on earth.
Magic now, as it would seem
only hears of which we dream;
visions come to grace our eyes
as we look to ancient skies
Everywhere and spread upon
all we seek to emerge before long
To see is to know and learn so well;
Forever yours, PRaladriel...
#mountains
#NaPoWriMo2021
#JRRTolkien
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6 Comments
Razzerleaf
Poem Published
7th May 2021 9:41pm
7th May 2021 9:41pm
African plains (Best seats in the house)
The Kings and Queens
announce their presence
chasing away the days heat,
colossal sandstone thrones
tower over vast grass lands
sparse with weathered trees,
stretched out in darkening shades
of light straw to stained beige.
As the bright red brush stroke
washes onto the horizon,
returning birds give voice
to the cooler air of nightfall.
Ripe fruit and folded leaves
pull on warm silhouette's
while the sky hangs
from their branches, dressed
in fading gold ribbons.
The...
announce their presence
chasing away the days heat,
colossal sandstone thrones
tower over vast grass lands
sparse with weathered trees,
stretched out in darkening shades
of light straw to stained beige.
As the bright red brush stroke
washes onto the horizon,
returning birds give voice
to the cooler air of nightfall.
Ripe fruit and folded leaves
pull on warm silhouette's
while the sky hangs
from their branches, dressed
in fading gold ribbons.
The...
#trees
#sun
#sky
#night
#mountains
87 reads
2 Comments
Thedeadinme
Poem Published
27th Apr 2021 5:58pm
27th Apr 2021 5:58pm
Between Two Giants The Artist Finds His Muse
The valley in-between
There lies a perfect corpse
Two giants intervene
In this painting out of sorts
The sky, saddened she rains
Tears of empathetic woe
Upon the granite pains
In the glen and dales below
She lay there still asleep
Under the giants futile gaze
In the mountains death does keep
Her torment and malaise
Darkness does take form
From his artist hand and bloom
The fury of her storm
Upon the brush and palette of doom
There lies a perfect corpse
Two giants intervene
In this painting out of sorts
The sky, saddened she rains
Tears of empathetic woe
Upon the granite pains
In the glen and dales below
She lay there still asleep
Under the giants futile gaze
In the mountains death does keep
Her torment and malaise
Darkness does take form
From his artist hand and bloom
The fury of her storm
Upon the brush and palette of doom
#death
#mountains
#nightmares
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