Best Alpenglow Poems
The sea’s silver ripples gently undulate
to call upon the coast and tease my feet.
I am but a child. A threat, not a sign;
they let me play in the breeze and brine.
Waves in wild gyration join my summer dance,
to flash and crash upon the rocks and sand;
on to the sea, they buck then rush back to shore.
Bruised, I grope... fall...try to rise once more.
Ocean tides, crimsoned by the alpenglow,
toss garbage and sacks of religious debris.
The atheists, thieves and the devotees, watch
the spit of the evil one stick back to his own lips.
Hourglass sands are mostly unnoticed gray,
and when the tempest comes wailing, thrashing
from the sea, how disappointed it must be.
I, the child, the lost, am safe and anchored...shored!
Inspired by Craig's Seashore Theme - Not for Contest
06 February 2016
Categories:
alpenglow, beach, inspirational, introspection, life,
Form:
Free verse
Circadian Wobble
Circadian tripped through a trap door
Into amended reality of light and time
Where confusion missteps through the waltz of the hours,
And intervals of minutes
Glare at each other suddenly plucked out of place
Leaping into a space reserved for colleagues,
Renamed without their permission,
Here circadian wobbles in an new identity assumed
Where dawn rises in darkness -
Dusk becomes twilight –
When the morning star collides
With alpenglow
And sleep eludes the routine of dreamers
Rhythm disrupted –
Gone the orderly synchronized ballet of hours,
In their birth space,
Minutes running early
Gazing into prophetic confusion
Back to days to come
Déjà vu unpacked
Staggering in crunchy seconds of DLSD
Sunlight confused by second hands
Not knowing their place
In the Circadian scheme or on the face of eternity’s timepiece
A standoff in the litany of changing light
That lingers just a little longer in the cycle of day and night
Surrealist creation longing to hold onto light
Until the globe turns its face into the season
When time and light re-align.
DLSD – Daylight Savings Time Disorder
3-17-21
Contest: Inner Alignment
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
Categories:
alpenglow, light, time,
Form:
Free verse
November Artistry
Beneath the artist sculptor’s hand
November shapes a changing strand
Hidden beauty seen in the trees
Now revealed through fallen leaves
Twisted branches reach up so high
Artwork thrust in autumnal skies.
Sunshine hues glow in colors grand
And paint each limb in ochre sand
Moonlit boughs shaded and set free –
In crystal frost celebrity –
Alpenglow- mauve shadows’ soft sighs -
Icy dawns in pinks winterize.
Multi-media fairyland
Bright red berries dot this dreamland
Bird nests accent this jubilee
Frisky winds kiss sculptures with glee
November’s masterpieces rise
Remembers December’s surprise!
11-22-20
Contest: November Lay
Sponsor: William Kekaula
For AJ on her 14th Birthday
Categories:
alpenglow, art, autumn, november, tree,
Form:
Lay
winter wellspring
greyness dyes white clouds
brittle gales howl ice and pant ~
still meadows shiver
sequoia trees thirst
fog mists bathe redwood giants ~
rose petals gild snow
cold delirium
in frenzies of snowflake squalls ~
silver forests gleam
ice castles glitter
with gems of furious fire ~
fields of frost bouquets
twilight alpenglow
coral shadows dance on hills ~
nordic neon show
wellspring of winter
on white wings of solstice dreams ~
winter streams gurgle
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Categories:
alpenglow, beauty, winter,
Form:
Haiku
Rusty glow hovers—
setting sun’s wan glint
yields to grasp of night—
terms of surrender, resolute.
Halfway round the compass rose,
paling rays summon fleeting
alpenglow, fading echo of
dwindling winter snow.
Categories:
alpenglow, eve, night, spring,
Form:
Free verse
Pecking its way out of the golden light
Songbirds arise non-feathered when they hatch
Feathered wings lift them high in upward flight
Crested larks lay colourful eggs that match
Aeronautical flying birds in love
In the air, romancing like Valentines
Returning to where they were quite beloved
Where their hearts weren't always undermined
I know you do verily love the uplift
Even when your spirit flies to the bayside
Where imagination soars adrift
While I'm trekking on with my mighty hindsight
Bright light flies from the summits each morning
A reddish glow adorns those summits, recording:
Alpenglow!
Categories:
alpenglow, bird, emotions, happiness, heart,
Form:
Italian Sonnet
Sweet were the days though too few in number
When dread was lain over all tomorrows
By those whom upon the Rod of Asclepius swore
Sending him to seek solace
And pass by unseen
By the Final Fire in the Hall of the Mountain King
A blue star burned cold upon his brow
In the darkness to proclaim his coming
To this place he claimed
As the home of his heart
To play his part in this most sacred scene
By the Final Fire in the Hall of the Mountain King
Alone he arrived
To no greeting or welcome
But gladness filled him all-the-same
No company would be kept
For this final thing
By the Final Fire in the Hall of the Mountain King
There were no songs in the Hall
No one to sing
Of loves lost or left behind
Succored and scoured
By compulsive dream
By the Final Fire in the Hall of the Mountain King
No proof against arms was his armor
Though many times it had saved him
Against ravage and rage of weather
Their service no longer in need
He laid them before him in offering
To the Final Fire in the Hall of the Mountain King
Although weakened, quickly he kindled
The first glowing embers
Coached them and coaxed them
So fragile and nascent
Till they brought into being
The Final Fire in the Hall of the Mountain King
His presence in this hostile home
Alone would suffice
No grief-stricken children
Or wailing of women
No beeps or buzzes of cold machines
Only the Final Fire in the Hall of the Mountain King
He dreamt of the First Dawn of his absence
And was surprised it weighed nothing
Against the many that he was graced to see
Contentedly he caressed them
Comfortable in his memory
By the Final Fire in the Hall of the Mountain King.
His star dimmed slowly before the First Dawn
With dignity dwindled the last flickering flames
As cold grew the King
On his throne of Stone
Set free near the ashes
Of The Final Fire in the Hall of the Mountain King
Then Alpenglow burst the first rays of day
Round the only monument
To a life lived like lightning burst forth from the storm
So proud stood the peak
Glad alone to have seen
The Final Fire in the Hall of the Mountain King
Categories:
alpenglow, death, mountains, nature, suicide,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Twin Palms
In a pensive mood I walked downhill
Reflecting on the disappearing years
Wondering how many more autumns left
To enjoy the golden sun on his way home
Down the flaming hill-side.
I spread out my palm to catch
The messages of love sent
By my luminous-amorous lover.
My palm gilded as his light passed through it
The lines on my palm stood out
Like roads now deserted
For only a few loved travellers still enjoying
The scenic and peaceful landscape.
I clasped my fist to hold his fading golden light
Treasuring it in my kingdom
Of simple rustic joys.
I travelled down my long road
Remembering all the hands
Warm enough to hold mine
To lead me to reach my destiny.
The pine breeze softly whispered
'Open both your palms before your face
Permit his alpenglow through it to burnish your face'.
Smilingly I opened the tightened fist to free
The twinkling golden spark
I was holding onto a moment ago
And joined the other like twin palms spread out.
My romantic golden lover sailed down his gondola
His voice musically echoing in the valley
'With my light of love burning in your heart
Your hands have been warmed enough
For anyone to hold for a lifetime of joy'.
Balveen Cheema
November18, 2014
Contest:Any Poem Written This Week
Sponsor: Skat A
Categories:
alpenglow, beautiful, life, love, sunset,
Form:
Romanticism
The alpenglow of sunset
Puts on its daily show
With changing of the colors
In undulating flow.
I watch in fascination
For each succeeding hue
And wonder if the angels
Are gazing at them too.
At sunset and at daybreak
God opens Heaven's door
And lets some of its glory spill
Upon the Earth once more.
No gifted mortal painter can
Approach the beauty of
The picture painted for us
By His own hand with love.
The brights and lights of crimson
In everchanging glow
Are but a mere reflection
Of Heaven's rich tableau
Categories:
alpenglow, beauty, nature, sky,
Form:
Rhyme
UNRUFFLED
Citadel on the rocky mountain stair
Stood gazing changing seasons in the air
Each passing year its bosom filled with tales of plenty shades
Of Knights, of Queens, of Foes, of Prince ,Of Comrades
The twilight swallowed into aimless dusky mope
The sunrise of success, the alpenglow of hope
The defeats, the dull spell like the melancholy of autumn
The phase of loneliness, feel of sinking to the bottom
The thunderstorm’s blitzkrieg of insults, insinuations
The snowflakes of blessings, blooming love sensations
The silvery shine of moon with its healing chime
The rainbow of celebrations manifesting change of time
All these shades painted together a seasoned picture
To manifest into Unicorn with poise and graceful tincture
The reflection of which is unstirred in water crystal clear
For rifts are not let to surge , peace and purity is held dear
Internal ripples are tranquilized to welcome nights of calm
To drift the soul into peaceful slumber like a soothing balm!
~Copyright ANULAXMI, 2016~
23rd December 2016
Categories:
alpenglow, fantasy, night, peace,
Form:
Rhyme
She found a job near Annapurna and when she trekked around a turn
It was like walking into a wall of beauty, awesome like a burn
It sometimes stopped her cold; this display words could not surpass:
Alpenglow on distant peaks, flags on a mountain pass.
Her ancestors lived by Polish rivers, but none were like Dudh Koshi
From Glacial Lakes on Everest and eventually to the sea.
A torrent crashing down, sometimes turquoise, sometimes white
Slowly weaving through dense forests at Nepal's lower height.
Get up early at Kala Patthar, witness Everest catch the sun:
Its light chases over the lakes and on the ridges runs.
Paraglide off Pokhara, see dawn mountains pink and gold:
Bright greens of forests, rhododendron blooms unfold
Cross Mountain rivers: the bridges sway like cradled dreams,
Ski the slopes in Auli, or row on quiet streams.
You can see the highest mountains mirrored inside the highest lakes
Look up at the clouds pierced by peaks, the patterns nature makes.
In Spiti’s stark embrace, stars hush all petty human talk,
Past Khardung La’s high pass, desert camels softly walk.
Dharamshala’s pines and meadows whisper in your heart,
Yet after a vacation spent in awe, you know you must depart.
Some trek here after wars they fought, or before new roles begin,
Some come from countries flooded with crime, their leaders do them in.
I'm pessimistic; on our future I'd hate to bet
I feel a sword hangs overhead, but we just don't know it yet
But this is a place you can remember, before fate hits the fan
Just don't drive on the roads don't breathe the dust, make sure to have a plan.
And as you climb to basecamp, here's another reason why
From real to metaphoric, you can use a Himalayan High.
Categories:
alpenglow, adventure, inspirational, mountains, travel,
Form:
Lyric
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Unfamiliar
Earth beneath my feet
Tranquility is vast
In my hand it escapes less readily than water
Thoughts seem empty
Sublime in flavor it hunts me down
No teeth or mark to bear
These holdings seem comforting
Without them I meet it
Talented beyond measure
My worthy adversary
Fierce beard and killer smile
Rebuild this citadel
My flesh between your teeth
Disposition numbness to your conscious
Remember that moment
Elegant destruction
Unbecoming solitude
Far from lucid
This feeling creeps
I know you well old friend
Amber alpenglow
Seemingly the earth shakes
My earth is shaking
My temple screams
Forgive me
Weary mind
I straighten these vertebrae
Posture
Every nerve reawakens as if from a coma
Snow revitalize my senses
Resolute
Sirens haunt me at night
Enchanting melodies lick my warm skin
Nightmares
The call of one draws me
It dissolves thy pensive
My tortured sacrarium
Bring me peace
7.62mm
Promise me
Divide the divine
Bringer of judgment
More Amber
I cannot stop
My eyes numb
At last my iris' constrict
Surge of conviction
I will do one last thing with my power
Infinite in fury
One last time brimstone caresses this screen
I give it to you
Harbinger of sunflowers
Categories:
alpenglow, addiction, anger, courage, recovery
Form:
ABC
AS, the fog embrace the spectacular peaks,
It wraps the landscape gently with
snowy white veil,
When fog drifts slowly it makes
sturdy trees shiver,
Even the crisp Nature quiver,
Lucid water bead design a needle ocean
on slender pine leaves,
A sort of sophistry beauty
foggy dew weaves,
When the gloosy summit swim
into the alpenglow,
Panoramic view with fog
oh! What a splendid feast for eyes
Categories:
alpenglow, 6th grade, fantasy, feelings,
Form:
Free verse
All told!
Each day, I say,
Socially dormant, I may
Never flagrant, rather
Concealed, in essence
Quite quiescent per se
Until she appeared, as
An alcoholic version of aquapanela
Fragrant she is, isn't she?
La bruja from the sea
Can be. Can be.
The peaks of the summits
To be reached
Alpenglow in her eyes - divine
Will shine!
Oh, will shine,
Down to the coastline,
This girl
As round as a little pearl
Polished and clean
In my eye just a little swirl
Consulting her star
Oh, yeah!
Alone she is in her boudoir
Where I ascent
With her consent,
To touch her lips
Up and down
Could not help but
Place the crown!
Categories:
alpenglow, romance,
Form:
Free verse
day-glo lights the magic of fallen
snow over mountains weaving
shadow to-all shades of blue
alpenglow light interleaving
iceflow on slopes shining in
afterglow over a white meadow
aglow for trees covered with white puffs
cameo of a dream in indigo
Categories:
alpenglow, art, beautiful, blue, seasons,
Form:
Lento