Long Poems About Mountains
#mountains
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
20th Apr 2023 00:58am
20th Apr 2023 00:58am
Papa Bird, the Old Wizard
One night a country bumpkin told his friends an incredible story about an old wizard named Papa Bird. He resided alone in the mountainous area of Westmoreland. The people of the district said that he was an obeah man, but he regarded himself as a scientist. Papa Bird was no ordinary wizard; his magic was real. Moreover, he had strong supernatural powers.
All the witches and wizards in the district feared him because they were charlatans. Papa bird’s house was on top of a hill, and every day he would sit on the verandah and look down in the valley. When people wanted to visit...
All the witches and wizards in the district feared him because they were charlatans. Papa bird’s house was on top of a hill, and every day he would sit on the verandah and look down in the valley. When people wanted to visit...
#power
#river
#mountains
#bees
#magic
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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
310 reads
3 Comments
Sugar-Britches2
Poem Published
19th Mar 2023 7:32am
19th Mar 2023 7:32am
Sand
Sand
Many people enjoy its texture
But few take time to consider
Its long-awaited journey to
Its current form of existence
The shifting of plates
The molten of magma
The breaking of wind
And water upon rock
The way it falls between your finger tips
The way it clings to your bikini bottoms
The way it fills your fondest memories
Yet so many take this granite for granted
They don't see that this once mighty mountain
Stood tall...
Many people enjoy its texture
But few take time to consider
Its long-awaited journey to
Its current form of existence
The shifting of plates
The molten of magma
The breaking of wind
And water upon rock
The way it falls between your finger tips
The way it clings to your bikini bottoms
The way it fills your fondest memories
Yet so many take this granite for granted
They don't see that this once mighty mountain
Stood tall...
#love
#erotic
#nature
#mountains
#passion
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7 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
339 reads
2 Comments
OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
10th Jun 2022 00:57am
10th Jun 2022 00:57am
WIND MOUNTAIN MORNING ('A CHEWENA SONG of ASSIMILATION') 7-4-2000, on Wind Mountain, near Tres Piedras, New Mexico
sunrise reveals
pink bands of clouds
stretching out above
wind mountain
out over this vast
glorious horizon
a continuous flow
of far off
mountain lines
that rise and fall
in distant shadows
of blue gray slopes
silent song
of earths great circle
surrounds me here
awakening
all across
throughout
this vibrant sea
of boundless land
in gently rolling hills
and plains
of cactus...
pink bands of clouds
stretching out above
wind mountain
out over this vast
glorious horizon
a continuous flow
of far off
mountain lines
that rise and fall
in distant shadows
of blue gray slopes
silent song
of earths great circle
surrounds me here
awakening
all across
throughout
this vibrant sea
of boundless land
in gently rolling hills
and plains
of cactus...
#sky
#clouds
#nature
#mountains
#heaven
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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...
#NaPoWriMo2021
#mountains
#JRRTolkien
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6 Comments
OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
21st Apr 2021 2:09am
21st Apr 2021 2:09am
SKY HIGH TRUTHS SONGS (4-15-2021, 10:00pm, another 420/Spa Poem, Palm Springs, California)
pine moon
wind palms
sing their twilight
sky high truths
songs
so effortlessly
into me
as i
view them
in all their
natural
breathtaking beauty
with a rush
of spontaneous wonderment
coursing
through the entirety
of my receptively
open
tuned in being
high up
through
the now quickly
fading
natural light
of what...
wind palms
sing their twilight
sky high truths
songs
so effortlessly
into me
as i
view them
in all their
natural
breathtaking beauty
with a rush
of spontaneous wonderment
coursing
through the entirety
of my receptively
open
tuned in being
high up
through
the now quickly
fading
natural light
of what...
#earth
#stars
#sky
#night
#mountains
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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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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
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
408 reads
8 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
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
441 reads
2 Comments
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
447 reads
4 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
22nd Jul 2020 7:41pm
22nd Jul 2020 7:41pm
~ {e}m o t i o n s . . . . [a RobUma Collabing Celebration of Love Eternal]
To all those nights
Where one breath breaks
Stones strung between us.
In secret, we have sewn
Compasses into our shirts.
Leaving on the midnight train to euphoria
We took downtown rain taxi
To shores of lilting night boat.
Ambered sari opens as marigold
Feasted upon by hungering bees.
The little neck of sea, widened
By salted water pressure, swimming
In the space reserved for spined
Submarine, we realise we are
Only here because we never
Got the hang of time.
to all those
...
Where one breath breaks
Stones strung between us.
In secret, we have sewn
Compasses into our shirts.
Leaving on the midnight train to euphoria
We took downtown rain taxi
To shores of lilting night boat.
Ambered sari opens as marigold
Feasted upon by hungering bees.
The little neck of sea, widened
By salted water pressure, swimming
In the space reserved for spined
Submarine, we realise we are
Only here because we never
Got the hang of time.
to all those
...
#love
#mountains
#spiritual
#collaboration
#StreamOfConsciousness
465 reads
7 Comments
DU Poetry : Long Poems About Mountains
