Poems About Mountains Seeking Friendly Advice
#mountains
unconditional love
how
the earth
could still
love and
take care
of us
unconditionally,
even if
we act
as spoiled
children,
trying to
hurt her,
maybe one
day, even
murder her.
the earth
could still
love and
take care
of us
unconditionally,
even if
we act
as spoiled
children,
trying to
hurt her,
maybe one
day, even
murder her.
#countryside
#forest
#river
#nature
#mountains
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totally eclipsed...
it was a weekend with a dual purpose
to watch sun disappear behind moon
and a chance for me to get away from the mundane
go on an adventure
let my hair down & have a little fun
Willow style...submerged in nature
and I did
exploring monuments & caves
taking in incredible landscapes
Black Hills backdrop to a cerulean sky
it was there I lost the thread of the trip
having a moment most unexpected
witnessing the spirit of man
in breathtaking granite
as the world continued to move around me
I stood in silence ...
to watch sun disappear behind moon
and a chance for me to get away from the mundane
go on an adventure
let my hair down & have a little fun
Willow style...submerged in nature
and I did
exploring monuments & caves
taking in incredible landscapes
Black Hills backdrop to a cerulean sky
it was there I lost the thread of the trip
having a moment most unexpected
witnessing the spirit of man
in breathtaking granite
as the world continued to move around me
I stood in silence ...
#beauty
#sun
#moon #mountains
#moon #mountains
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Return to Alaska
I left my heart aching in awe.
In the care of the giant towering mountains,
that deafen even the crow's callous caw.
A collection of a million stolen breaths.
lay in a calm glory of silence upon the horizon.
To rival the most peaceful of deaths.
Stoic peaks salute to pierce
the cloud barren sky.
It is here that exists not a single why.
Maybe just an invitation to climb.
Or to stand varnished with astonishment
as the rising hunks of ecstasy
seduce my humble eye.
In the care of the giant towering mountains,
that deafen even the crow's callous caw.
A collection of a million stolen breaths.
lay in a calm glory of silence upon the horizon.
To rival the most peaceful of deaths.
Stoic peaks salute to pierce
the cloud barren sky.
It is here that exists not a single why.
Maybe just an invitation to climb.
Or to stand varnished with astonishment
as the rising hunks of ecstasy
seduce my humble eye.
#happiness
#hope
#mountains
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Giants Before Us
When I look up at the mountains
I sometimes find it easy to see,
the giants that lived before us,
a world we never thought could be.
Something we can only imagine,
thousands and thousands of years ago,
gazing up at the mountain tops,
their lips, their chins, their nose.
Lying down upon the ground,
as they waited for death to come,
their bodies becoming the grass, the trees,
and the mountains, all becoming one.
I sometimes find it easy to see,
the giants that lived before us,
a world we never thought could be.
Something we can only imagine,
thousands and thousands of years ago,
gazing up at the mountain tops,
their lips, their chins, their nose.
Lying down upon the ground,
as they waited for death to come,
their bodies becoming the grass, the trees,
and the mountains, all becoming one.
#trees
#nature
#mountains
#rhyming
#WritingPoetry
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mosaic
artfully placed,
this land
of
broken pieces
stretches away,
rolling out,
deep
seeded grounds,
the calmness
surveying
over
the landscape,
these moments
seen
as wonderful
paintings
i want to
confiscate
each
and
keep them
in
my possession.
this land
of
broken pieces
stretches away,
rolling out,
deep
seeded grounds,
the calmness
surveying
over
the landscape,
these moments
seen
as wonderful
paintings
i want to
confiscate
each
and
keep them
in
my possession.
#countryside
#trees
#flowers
#nature
#mountains
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Mt. Lafeyette
Lazy boulders lay lodged
in the sluggish course of the glassy stream.
The weight of the dampened stones
only enhances the cool water's gleam.
Strength of conviction stirs in my soul.
Life's weights upon me,
now in failure of taking a toll.
Go for the heart stopping, the breathtaking, the soul pulsating.
The broken rock still allows you to summit prestigious peaks of mountain ranges.
A broken soul can still be moved by the euphoric gripping soaring views.
As another season changes,
the sky maintains a tranquil blue.
in the sluggish course of the glassy stream.
The weight of the dampened stones
only enhances the cool water's gleam.
Strength of conviction stirs in my soul.
Life's weights upon me,
now in failure of taking a toll.
Go for the heart stopping, the breathtaking, the soul pulsating.
The broken rock still allows you to summit prestigious peaks of mountain ranges.
A broken soul can still be moved by the euphoric gripping soaring views.
As another season changes,
the sky maintains a tranquil blue.
#strength
#fall
#mountains
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The Walk
I went for a walk deep within an old wood,
Where trees have for uncounted centuries stood.
The scene that awaited seemed frozen in time,
And brought me so near to that realm of sublime.
How soft was sunlight that peeked through the boughs;
The shadows about me did twirl and carouse.
The leaves seemed to dance in the delicate breeze
That wended its way through the stout mighty trees.
And after a while, I came to a lake.
I stopped to admire for nature’s own sake.
An unforeseen hush fell upon the still scene,
And made me feel...
Where trees have for uncounted centuries stood.
The scene that awaited seemed frozen in time,
And brought me so near to that realm of sublime.
How soft was sunlight that peeked through the boughs;
The shadows about me did twirl and carouse.
The leaves seemed to dance in the delicate breeze
That wended its way through the stout mighty trees.
And after a while, I came to a lake.
I stopped to admire for nature’s own sake.
An unforeseen hush fell upon the still scene,
And made me feel...
#forest
#nature
#mountains
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Quiet
I crave the rare quiet of the world.
Where there is no need to be heard.
Silent stoic mountains with their stone stare
penetrate my turmoiled soul.
I rupture with rapture.
Soundless pine and evergreen,
populate so serene.
Everything is so incredibly still,
nothing moves.
Even my thoughts become motionless.
Suspended in a paralysis of peace.
Yet my heart beats a gentle pound.
To an untamed, untarnished beauty.
Exquisitely profound.
Where there is no need to be heard.
Silent stoic mountains with their stone stare
penetrate my turmoiled soul.
I rupture with rapture.
Soundless pine and evergreen,
populate so serene.
Everything is so incredibly still,
nothing moves.
Even my thoughts become motionless.
Suspended in a paralysis of peace.
Yet my heart beats a gentle pound.
To an untamed, untarnished beauty.
Exquisitely profound.
#trees
#silence
#mountains #peace
#mountains #peace
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Yukon Surreal
Yukon Surreal
Meringue snow
Where stunted pine
Awakens in Cimmerian quiet
To misty-eyed earth
Whose fogbound dream
Could be a barren Scottish highland
Where bagpipes echo
But our Yukon land
A burial ground
Marked by totem poles
To remember lost seasons
When eagle and hawk tribes
Found the path of peace
Meringue snow
Where stunted pine
Awakens in Cimmerian quiet
To misty-eyed earth
Whose fogbound dream
Could be a barren Scottish highland
Where bagpipes echo
But our Yukon land
A burial ground
Marked by totem poles
To remember lost seasons
When eagle and hawk tribes
Found the path of peace
#sky
#clouds
#mountains
#snow
#trains
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Breath to Define - with adagio
I listened to the weeping waterfall, from my mind's
misting eyes, in gravity's silence.
As summer kisses me with it's warm goodbye, singing with a weeping memory in a staccato's woods.
With the leaves of a vibrant newborn serenity falling, from a shadow's branch in the haunted attic of my mind.
Chilled by winter's cold whispers to find, Fujiyama's philosophy, of snow-topped breath to define.
Standing in grandeur, of all season's, ascending to the glaciers beyond the rising dawn.
misting eyes, in gravity's silence.
As summer kisses me with it's warm goodbye, singing with a weeping memory in a staccato's woods.
With the leaves of a vibrant newborn serenity falling, from a shadow's branch in the haunted attic of my mind.
Chilled by winter's cold whispers to find, Fujiyama's philosophy, of snow-topped breath to define.
Standing in grandeur, of all season's, ascending to the glaciers beyond the rising dawn.
#summer
#winter
#fall
#nature
#mountains
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Mt. Olympus
Emerald green statuesque pines,
are silent untouched guardians,
of a sprawling beauty that pales divine.
Gathered at the base of the majestic,
snow-crusted mountain backs.
A land crisp, fresh, grand and wild.
Attack my heart with pleasure.
Nature's unscathed treasure.
It is here I feel my deepest truths
echo in the pristine noble silence.
Strong grace of snowy peaks that perfectly stun and soothe.
In the face of such beauty, my existence makes
solid sense.
are silent untouched guardians,
of a sprawling beauty that pales divine.
Gathered at the base of the majestic,
snow-crusted mountain backs.
A land crisp, fresh, grand and wild.
Attack my heart with pleasure.
Nature's unscathed treasure.
It is here I feel my deepest truths
echo in the pristine noble silence.
Strong grace of snowy peaks that perfectly stun and soothe.
In the face of such beauty, my existence makes
solid sense.
#beauty
#forest
#mountains
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Beautiful Oriental Journey of Life - Rewrite
Beautiful Oriental Journey of Life
Future life of our reborn spirits
Headed to the forbidden city
Where dreams soar like dragons
On wings of saffron visions
Born of conch echoes
Whose echo sings of ancient sutras
Flying on prayer wheels in the sky
As our hearts meet on a golden hearth
Where snowy leopards
Lay down with yaks
In peaceful pastures
My wife was still very much alive
and we were taking the train ...
Future life of our reborn spirits
Headed to the forbidden city
Where dreams soar like dragons
On wings of saffron visions
Born of conch echoes
Whose echo sings of ancient sutras
Flying on prayer wheels in the sky
As our hearts meet on a golden hearth
Where snowy leopards
Lay down with yaks
In peaceful pastures
My wife was still very much alive
and we were taking the train ...
#love
#marriage
#mountains
#Buddhist
#rebirth
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