Least Read Poems About Mountains
#mountains
Zebra Mountains
With volcanic rock and snow
it is why I call them so
majestic in white and black
all of the contrast that I lack
For life is so simple up here
making choices ever clear
either right or wrong
but both short and long
Or again it still seems
riding warm gulf streams
to the top of the world
where all dreams are unfurled
Leaving my hectic life behind
on this endless quest to find
a moment of genuine peace
make the cacophony then cease
Beneath a true midnight sun
nighttime over before it...
it is why I call them so
majestic in white and black
all of the contrast that I lack
For life is so simple up here
making choices ever clear
either right or wrong
but both short and long
Or again it still seems
riding warm gulf streams
to the top of the world
where all dreams are unfurled
Leaving my hectic life behind
on this endless quest to find
a moment of genuine peace
make the cacophony then cease
Beneath a true midnight sun
nighttime over before it...
#confessional
#mountains
#night
#sun
#TruthOfLife
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Mountain Air
There is just something else
about the mountain air
with its own robust flair
that whispers soft yet crisp
While the faint smell of pine
summons the divine
making every hollow
a sanctuary for my soul
Even though I have hiked
so many miles
worn so many smiles
(some more dear than sincere)
I still seek out this place
revel in the space
of a newly minted poem
spacious in its stanzas
Tangled sweetly in the lines
as each moment redefines
all the ones before...
about the mountain air
with its own robust flair
that whispers soft yet crisp
While the faint smell of pine
summons the divine
making every hollow
a sanctuary for my soul
Even though I have hiked
so many miles
worn so many smiles
(some more dear than sincere)
I still seek out this place
revel in the space
of a newly minted poem
spacious in its stanzas
Tangled sweetly in the lines
as each moment redefines
all the ones before...
#nature
#mountains
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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Wandering
Not all who wander are lost” ~ J.R.R. Tolkien
The rugged trail meanders
in its own time
all along the lone ridge
as if now meant to bridge
These many years…
ford all of these flowing tears
cried though denied
by those who do wander
Words to hear not ponder
carried on the breeze
rustling the trees
with the tickles of spring
While still feeling the sting
of a bitter winter...
The rugged trail meanders
in its own time
all along the lone ridge
as if now meant to bridge
These many years…
ford all of these flowing tears
cried though denied
by those who do wander
Words to hear not ponder
carried on the breeze
rustling the trees
with the tickles of spring
While still feeling the sting
of a bitter winter...
#nature
#mountains
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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2 Comments
Mountains in the Mist
Always such the twist
these mountains in the mist
standing there tall and proud
yet hidden in the shroud
Witnesses to enduring time
chronicling it all in rhyme
they always stand fast
watch present become past
Each a summit out of reach
with a lifelong lesson to teach
about the way of things
all the blessings life brings
Knowing what to hide or show
cragged peak or deep snow
every one has its place
within crevice or exposed face
Leaving me still left in awe ...
these mountains in the mist
standing there tall and proud
yet hidden in the shroud
Witnesses to enduring time
chronicling it all in rhyme
they always stand fast
watch present become past
Each a summit out of reach
with a lifelong lesson to teach
about the way of things
all the blessings life brings
Knowing what to hide or show
cragged peak or deep snow
every one has its place
within crevice or exposed face
Leaving me still left in awe ...
#mountains
12 reads
6 Comments
Mountain Twilight
The far horizon is black
where mountains meet the sky
with just a trace of peach hue
to blend with the indigo blue
Night is about to fall
lower her darkening drape
across the snowy landscape
now bedazzled with stars
Pushing out the defeated day
in her most defiant way
leaving lots of room
to weave some rhyme
Arresting all sense of time
while I wade into the poem
let my muse again roam
wherever she may please
Another twilight tease ...
where mountains meet the sky
with just a trace of peach hue
to blend with the indigo blue
Night is about to fall
lower her darkening drape
across the snowy landscape
now bedazzled with stars
Pushing out the defeated day
in her most defiant way
leaving lots of room
to weave some rhyme
Arresting all sense of time
while I wade into the poem
let my muse again roam
wherever she may please
Another twilight tease ...
#night
#nature
#mountains
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
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Symmetrical
The universe does abound
with the blessed sound
a harmony of sweet symmetry
balancing the scales
All of our travails
then meet with our joy
while I seek to be so coy
about the true state of things
As fully feathered wings
lift up poetic dreams
far above mountain streams
that carry this snowmelt
Cold water now to be felt
beneath a blistering sun
by each and every one
alone and together
No matter the weather
we sing the same tune
read the same rune
far apart...
with the blessed sound
a harmony of sweet symmetry
balancing the scales
All of our travails
then meet with our joy
while I seek to be so coy
about the true state of things
As fully feathered wings
lift up poetic dreams
far above mountain streams
that carry this snowmelt
Cold water now to be felt
beneath a blistering sun
by each and every one
alone and together
No matter the weather
we sing the same tune
read the same rune
far apart...
#water
#nature
#mountains
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
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Denali Smiles
It is worth all the miles
when Denali smiles
shows all of herself
across the spongey moss
Bright white as a bride
with nothing to hide
for those so lucky
to win her fickle love
All her ice and snow
seems almost to glow
in the September sun
a beacon of Arctic light
No longer reticent or shy
her silhouette fills the sky
with the innocence of youth
with an eternal silent truth
when Denali smiles
shows all of herself
across the spongey moss
Bright white as a bride
with nothing to hide
for those so lucky
to win her fickle love
All her ice and snow
seems almost to glow
in the September sun
a beacon of Arctic light
No longer reticent or shy
her silhouette fills the sky
with the innocence of youth
with an eternal silent truth
#nature
#mountains
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
#travel
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Mountain Air
It is truly beyond compare
this cold, crisp mountain air
how it fills all my wintered days
with its subtle silent ways
Sharing secrets with the dark
every morning I dare embark
on another chance to see
so much more inside of me
For while the mountain air is thin
I once again can begin
pierce deep this cloudy veil
set forth on a newer truer trail
Then returning to the fire
I recall the age of the lyre
when truth could be told
by troubadours brave and bold
How much...
this cold, crisp mountain air
how it fills all my wintered days
with its subtle silent ways
Sharing secrets with the dark
every morning I dare embark
on another chance to see
so much more inside of me
For while the mountain air is thin
I once again can begin
pierce deep this cloudy veil
set forth on a newer truer trail
Then returning to the fire
I recall the age of the lyre
when truth could be told
by troubadours brave and bold
How much...
#winter
#mountains
#nature
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
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Fresh Powder
The Southern Rockies are white and cold
keeping each wintry story left untold
meant for me to now rediscover
like some reacquainted lover
While I make my way to the lift
savoring this most perfect gift
one shoosh at a time
to keep in sync with the rhyme
Since skiing in the southwest
is always the very best
way to truly get away
finally become who I say
With a sapphire sky overhead
I relish where each trail has lead
across this continental divide
where my truth can no longer hide
Finally...
keeping each wintry story left untold
meant for me to now rediscover
like some reacquainted lover
While I make my way to the lift
savoring this most perfect gift
one shoosh at a time
to keep in sync with the rhyme
Since skiing in the southwest
is always the very best
way to truly get away
finally become who I say
With a sapphire sky overhead
I relish where each trail has lead
across this continental divide
where my truth can no longer hide
Finally...
#nature
#mountains
#snow
#peace
#confessional
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Cathedrals
The Rockies preach in silence
an old litany
written in the stone
meant to recite alone
So that every single word
has time to be heard
to be felt
as deep lines are spoken
Ancient dreams awoken
in the dead of night
by the spirit of the write
spilled upon the canyons
Like melting spring snow
allowing me to know
the chill of life
the warmth of the sun
With each new line begun
jotted down on the page
by a sentinel of the age
bearing their poetic witness
an old litany
written in the stone
meant to recite alone
So that every single word
has time to be heard
to be felt
as deep lines are spoken
Ancient dreams awoken
in the dead of night
by the spirit of the write
spilled upon the canyons
Like melting spring snow
allowing me to know
the chill of life
the warmth of the sun
With each new line begun
jotted down on the page
by a sentinel of the age
bearing their poetic witness
#nature
#mountains
#rhyming
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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Higher Ground
I always seem to be found
losing myself upon higher ground
high above all that I see
safe to again finally find me
Right here where I left myself
upon this mountainous shelf
deep within my own solitude
steeped in this lone gratitude
Once more in touch with the earth
once more rediscovering my worth
losing myself upon higher ground
high above all that I see
safe to again finally find me
Right here where I left myself
upon this mountainous shelf
deep within my own solitude
steeped in this lone gratitude
Once more in touch with the earth
once more rediscovering my worth
#earth
#mountains
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
#SelfDiscovery
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Turkish Cliffs
I do love these craggy peaks
how each one now speaks
of a time so ever long ago
when endless rhyme would flow
About battles won and lost
how dear was the cost
for hubris with all its pride
no matter how long denied
For these lessons now learned
centuries after the pyres burned
have a wisdom to teach
well beyond this rocky beach
So I listen whenever I can
for hints of the divine plan
what it is that I might still glean
from the clean Aegean sheen
Since both up above and below
holds much...
how each one now speaks
of a time so ever long ago
when endless rhyme would flow
About battles won and lost
how dear was the cost
for hubris with all its pride
no matter how long denied
For these lessons now learned
centuries after the pyres burned
have a wisdom to teach
well beyond this rocky beach
So I listen whenever I can
for hints of the divine plan
what it is that I might still glean
from the clean Aegean sheen
Since both up above and below
holds much...
#war
#mountains
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
#travel
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DU Poetry : Least Read Poems About Mountains