Canyon Poems - Poems about Canyon

...First look at Grand Canyon eternity’s birth Your eyes changed forever in awe of its girth All words into whispers each view but a gift Alive in its legend — unchanged in its myth ......Read the rest...

...I eased our kayak into the river of lies. There was me, Dave and Jim, experienced guys. The current grew stronger, Jim said he would quit, He said it felt wrong, the scene didn't fit. Dave urge......Read the rest...

...I am the breath of teardrops drying A whisper coaxed awak’ning on rippled pond Shadows creeping amid the grey stones Concealing both prey and predator A faint kiss to lift the butterflies aloft......Read the rest...

...Whatsoever life may hurl our way, A storm of sorrow, doubt's cold sting, We rise each dawn, a brighter day, Though shadows dance, their darkness clings. Let never fear your spirit sever, ......Read the rest...

...Yesterday's passing drifted shadow Added to our eclectic collected hoards A bittersweet cocktail of events and instances Confined captured and tangled cobwebbed corridors Of to the limbic labyrin......Read the rest...

...MY Collaboration with Ricky Nelson in the Last Days of 1980 The eventful news of that day about what was found on board that crashed plane, won't replace that particular memory of Mr. Rick Nelson'......Read the rest...

...You can’t close the door that opens inside Or bottle the morrow today seeks to hide You can’t erase feelings like words on a page Or trap a new lover — with yesterday’s cage (Dreamsleep: Ma......Read the rest...

...Metered fast or slow There's a kind of poetry In the sound of rain The Grand Canyon is A poem about Nature That's writing itself ......Read the rest...

...When the world weighs down, I collapse into my mind I can't form real connections because this world has been unkind And no matter what I try it always comes back to this So close I can almost tas......Read the rest...

...Am I but the stirring of a seasoned stew The madness of a game that summer threw Hard edge of a canyon wall at dawn Towering above a trembling, speckled fawn Must I be a raging lion or timid ......Read the rest...

... Years ago, a young man in Brooklyn wheeled his bike out the gate. His plan, to cross the land, exact route left to fate. The first week was the hardest, scared, he doubted his quest. It took all......Read the rest...

...Slowly, nostalgia trickles into torrents,to flood memory's canyon Crystal clear,vision's backward gaze .All future certainty lies in the past, often distant memories linger fl......Read the rest...

...I was a celebrated, dramatic mime artist, an art developed in ancient Greece; I took folks on flights of imagination, like cushy, butterscotch clouds of fleece. So beloved was this art called re-......Read the rest...

...I Don’t Know What To Say To Katie Clemens By Steve Body Copyright 2009 I don’t know what to say to Katie Clemens. All the words are jumbled in my head. They all seem small and empty when I t......Read the rest...

...From the thistle and vine From the thicket of thorn Into the light of the morning Out from the briar patch, gone In a flicker of light Into the glimmer of dawn Slipping out at the daybrea......Read the rest...