Poems About Mountains Seeking Friendly Advice
#mountains
Confluence
Poem Published
5th Oct 2023 4:57am
5th Oct 2023 4:57am
Aurora Borealis
swirling my fingers
in the Arora borealis
of our hallowed moments
unsurprised
to feel familiar fire spread anew
fevered blush staining my haunted countenance
I watch
as bursts of pulsar
shooting stars
and the heat of us suffuse
infusing my musing
with decadence
do you remember
how we shared oxygen
brewed intoxicating potions
such heady concoctions
we imbibed like the dying
desperate for peace
release
and healing
defiantly daring the unknown
making it our home ...
in the Arora borealis
of our hallowed moments
unsurprised
to feel familiar fire spread anew
fevered blush staining my haunted countenance
I watch
as bursts of pulsar
shooting stars
and the heat of us suffuse
infusing my musing
with decadence
do you remember
how we shared oxygen
brewed intoxicating potions
such heady concoctions
we imbibed like the dying
desperate for peace
release
and healing
defiantly daring the unknown
making it our home ...
#love
#moon
#mountains
#astronomy
#emotions
405 reads
9 Comments
PostalPoet
Poem Published
31st Aug 2023 4:33am
31st Aug 2023 4:33am
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
96 reads
2 Comments
deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
10th Aug 2023 3:39am
10th Aug 2023 3:39am
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
208 reads
15 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
7th Jul 2023 7:53pm
7th Jul 2023 7:53pm
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
155 reads
3 Comments
deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
6th Jul 2023 12:54pm
6th Jul 2023 12:54pm
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
133 reads
7 Comments
deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
5th Jul 2023 11:47am
5th Jul 2023 11:47am
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
134 reads
11 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
7th Apr 2023 3:31am
7th Apr 2023 3:31am
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
238 reads
3 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
4th Nov 2022 8:56pm
4th Nov 2022 8:56pm
a picture
A picture
Behind the mountain, as seen in this photo
I lived, in a small village, for 31 years
The hillside of the mountain only had a few farms
narrow tracks fit for sheep and mules
The houses had narrow entrances because
the people were not of tall stature and lived modestly
and believed in God
The men didn’t live long, and the women usually
went on living twenty years more; the reason for this
I blame the Medronho, which is imbibed too often.
The hillside exploded one-day building activities
for people (tourists) to find...
Behind the mountain, as seen in this photo
I lived, in a small village, for 31 years
The hillside of the mountain only had a few farms
narrow tracks fit for sheep and mules
The houses had narrow entrances because
the people were not of tall stature and lived modestly
and believed in God
The men didn’t live long, and the women usually
went on living twenty years more; the reason for this
I blame the Medronho, which is imbibed too often.
The hillside exploded one-day building activities
for people (tourists) to find...
#countryside
#forest
#beach
#clouds
#mountains
221 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
14th Oct 2022 3:11am
14th Oct 2022 3:11am
Alpine Lovers
Alpine Lovers
My wife touched me with her soft shower of love so gentle that I found my way out of my labyrinth of solitude and into a blossoming more springlike than imaginable for my hermitage of the heart. Like monks in a Buddhist monastery, we follow the snowmelt in golden silence. Like moonwalkers, we use sunglasses in the white glare. But unlike their boot prints which last billions of years ours in the snow last a lazy summer’s afternoon.
The sun sinks crimson over the icy peaks. We wander through alpine meadows with knapsacks over our shoulders. The wind...
My wife touched me with her soft shower of love so gentle that I found my way out of my labyrinth of solitude and into a blossoming more springlike than imaginable for my hermitage of the heart. Like monks in a Buddhist monastery, we follow the snowmelt in golden silence. Like moonwalkers, we use sunglasses in the white glare. But unlike their boot prints which last billions of years ours in the snow last a lazy summer’s afternoon.
The sun sinks crimson over the icy peaks. We wander through alpine meadows with knapsacks over our shoulders. The wind...
#love
#marriage
#romantic
#nature
#mountains
259 reads
2 Comments
BlueBeastGirl
Beasty
Beasty
Poem Published
4th Sep 2022 6:50am
4th Sep 2022 6:50am
I want to die in these hills
There is something inside me
That knows this is where I should be
In this curve in the many hills
The Blue mountains there in the distance
The world has been ending my whole life
But things feel as they always have here
The world goes on and on and on
And I know I belong here deep inside
One of the resident freaks and happily so
It's starting to feel like Pompeii in a way
The wine is flowing freely more than before
They've torn out the fruit orchards
Just to plant their soil destroying vines
They come here to drink...
That knows this is where I should be
In this curve in the many hills
The Blue mountains there in the distance
The world has been ending my whole life
But things feel as they always have here
The world goes on and on and on
And I know I belong here deep inside
One of the resident freaks and happily so
It's starting to feel like Pompeii in a way
The wine is flowing freely more than before
They've torn out the fruit orchards
Just to plant their soil destroying vines
They come here to drink...
#fall
#mountains
#peace
#aging
#acceptance
264 reads
4 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
6th Jan 2022 3:52am
6th Jan 2022 3:52am
Potala Blues
Potala Blues
Lhasa roars like a lion in the night
Only to breathe the fire of a dragon
When conch shells are blown
To sing the snowflakes
Into tuning fork lattices of desolation
That awaken the ghosts of the Potala
Who rise into vaporous beings of light
When the museum whispers to lost sutras
Of a chorus of dharma drums
In a séance of tears
Lhasa roars like a lion in the night
Only to breathe the fire of a dragon
When conch shells are blown
To sing the snowflakes
Into tuning fork lattices of desolation
That awaken the ghosts of the Potala
Who rise into vaporous beings of light
When the museum whispers to lost sutras
Of a chorus of dharma drums
In a séance of tears
#mountains
#Buddhist
#ghosts #historical
#ghosts #historical
221 reads
0 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
27th Dec 2021 1:26am
27th Dec 2021 1:26am
Lost Hermitage of Youth
Lost Hermitage of Youth
Township Baileys of melted donuts
Instead of Irish Coffee
Where we sanctify the sweetness of the air
With natural cooling for our crispness
Down the road to peak 10,443
Where the steeply forested valley
Rises with our footsteps
On our pathless ascent past log cabin ruins
Artist lady speaks homilies to Denver
Like a disciple of the western sky
My pondering meets hers
“But the culture is a fallen church,
On the riverbanks of love.” ...
Township Baileys of melted donuts
Instead of Irish Coffee
Where we sanctify the sweetness of the air
With natural cooling for our crispness
Down the road to peak 10,443
Where the steeply forested valley
Rises with our footsteps
On our pathless ascent past log cabin ruins
Artist lady speaks homilies to Denver
Like a disciple of the western sky
My pondering meets hers
“But the culture is a fallen church,
On the riverbanks of love.” ...
#teens
#nature
#mountains
#spiritual
#aging
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0 Comments
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