Best Alps Poems

A STORMY DAY IN THE SOUTHERN ALPS

An environmentalist in love with his endowment, cast an eye upon the defender
of nature’s delicate balance, she the soul queen of conservation, together the two assimilate like the prevailing hurricane lock horns as the beast would in battle.The vibration...

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my eyes gazed 

over the doting sun 

while i focused on 

the tall pines that 

lined the darkened forest 

i'd remember laughter 

a quiet timing of tranquil 

thoughts nestled so 

beneath me i suppose 

the snow capped mountains 

craves my warmth as i 

craved the...

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Stalwart Alps beauty sees
Wild crocus blooms at your feet
White around your crown

Daffodils blowing in wind
Sun shines brightly once again

Glorious vibrant 
Hues, reflect the rays, much joy
Eyes take and treasure

Daffodils shout a 
Welcome to spring, trumpeting
To Narcissus' song

Cool breeze blow against the blooms
Welcome colors fragrant joy

Daffadown...

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Incense hung in the evening air
like the mist and the chains of prayer cranes.
Ferocious gilded guardian framed the gate
through the aged arched travelers trooped
Pilgrims all.

Monks diminutive in form,
draped in square clothes 
of sacred orange, bow.
Prayer hands copped over beating hearts.
Business begins.
The business of lodging and...

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Stalwart Alps beauty sees
Wild crocus blooms at your feet
White around your crown

Daffodils blowing in wind
Sun shines brightly once again

Glorious vibrant
Hues, reflect the rays, much joy
Eyes take and treasure

Daffodils shout a 
Welcome to spring, trumpeting
To Narcissus' song

Cool breeze blow against the blooms
Welcome colors fragrant joy.

Daffadown Dilly
Jonquil...

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A billowing cloud descends effortlessly from great heights
Languishing momentarily near ominous
Peaks, quietly resting,
Surrounding tree-lined unspoiled vistas, while exploiting yon  zenith



A poem written in the duel styles of ABC and Acrostics

Bob Quigley
10/27/2011...

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the ribs of falling night
cold flints of a dark path
            a dark curtain
            creating two rooms

nameless stumps of teeth
melted to the white rock...

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Army of Napoleon Bonaparte,
Was so rhythmically marching,
Gliding across all rough paths
Like condors to conquer the Alps;
A woman aged in experience,
Warns him consequences dire;
For never ever in her lifetime,
Had she seen anyone coming back;
He, overwhelmed by love for her,
Gifts her diamonds vastly valued;
Tells her to spread...

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Abode of the avatars and the demigods,
I am ageless, calm and deep rooted
Indulged in the timeless meditations, I find vigor in serenity
Covered in the blanket of loam, rocks and snow
countess trees of life are sheltered on my back
The sun, the stars, the wind and the...

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Masterful!  

   lordly framed 
    picturesque rain stain
   ing icy cap summit’s height, 

vaulting off grassy green 
 pediplain’s sloping foothills, 
impinging azure sky’s obscur
 ing clouds.  

   blazing sunbeam painted 
  ...

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Naked majesty of Alps,
looking down serene slopes,
greenery all around me,
colourful flowers in spree,
silence is what nature speaks,
except for rustle of leaves,
my heartbeat is all there is,
surrounded by eternal bliss!
The hustle of life beyond,
Looks deceptively grand!
The din of distant lights,
Promising false delights,
luxury of city living,
demanding, unforgiving.
My...

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I walked outside in the scorching heat moving papers and turning over pages just looking for that one line that goes back to the middle ages. The search was long, the documents were strong and the paragraph sits at the bottom with the exact words...

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the mountains call my name
I hear, but am fearful about responding
they come to me in dreams
demanding to be heard

I keep dreaming of them, I complain
you are meant to go, they want you.
is this possible? I turn in for another restless night
the alps are demanding.

I must...

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Mountains of my life
                 never forgotten.
              Rivers of my veins
    flowing through my...

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cow bells ring 
through verdant hills 
rolling up to cuddle  
towering gray cliffs
spraying white foam 
intoxicating Alps
where Frankenstein
concocted Elixir Vitae
and birthed a monster
rich red wine 
and a pot of fondue
on a cafe terrace 
jagged tip 
of the top of Europe peeking 
through the fluff...

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