Best Atop Poems

I stood at the top of the mountain
Giddy, grinning— panting like a fiend
And thought of O2 sat., 
Allostery,
Polyporphyrin rings

And, in time, I thought of bottomlessness,
Half-filled glasses 
Stars exploding through the ineffable blackness

And thought, underneath it all,
What’s the vastness even mean?
I began climbing slowly down from...

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Our chateau promised picnic....

Upon the seashore sands

Strawberries and champagne

Cream, bathed amid beauty's

Silkened moonlight hands....

Soft sweet laughter

Caressing crystal's glass

Desires delicious platter

In destiny's, eternal plans....

Pink adorned pieces

Aside luscious perfumed pairs

Oceans tides of love

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...."Atop, Blue And White Squares" *...

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Atop a precipice there stands a tree
Amidst a large canvas of white and blue
Below ships set sail on a tranquil sea
Around it, a flock of albatross flew

Coniferous tree, positioned on high
God planted it there for the world to see
Poignant green color complements the sky
A hundred...

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Atop a mountain looking abroad
Eagles fly out freely, far and wide
Space seems like an arms reach
Watching Earth's floor from aside.

No sense of direction from here
Like a pause in space and time
The brain turns but all is numb
Silence plays a different rhyme.

Drifting away on a different...

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Atop old Penistone 

From bumpy stony track to peak the summit
No ledges, drops from which to plummet
A quarried mound that boasts sweet heather 
Loyal and strong despite the weather

The climb to top, a meagre stroll
But views abound, sights to extol
Bilberries aplenty on summer day
Rich pickings...

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High atop a mountain, a windswept hill
I thought I'd found my true love, name of Jill
   We arched our backs and kissed
   I thought I heard a 'Pssst'
My wife?! ~ Her lawyer will send me the bill...

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Our Chateau Promised Picnic... 

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The snow is powder
Ski to the village below
Hot Toddy : Awaits

Inspired by Abe Lopez’ Haiku Seasons Contest...

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You spend many years amid some crowd their world
Marking time about shadows ? Wanting, myself to react
Perhaps spin a loop or two and nucleus how they dig it when
We loose these bolts take another bite out of Jane as Joey's tune....
Knowing there is no veneer...

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amidst the dunes of restless seas
my arms outstretch in sorrowed pleas
beneath the lash of winds i fall
atop the grains of sands i crawl

in the wind my whispered prayers
this salty air my tears it bares
as your name i begin to scrawl
atop the grains of sand i...

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I stood atop mountains, green to red, saying
to lightly skies "hello there" and "from
where do your winds come?"  From where 
do they come thought I in my heart 
of hearts, inside which is harbor 
to all inspiring things.  It was at
that time I...

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Like sitting upon a sail at the storm’s peak,
riding its mastery, and black and blue artistry.
Underneath the vessel’s feet, it’s troubled us
to flip us end to end, to break its back. Pale
is the moon under many a gossamer sheet
of the criminal-clouds. The sun likewise quivers,
a...

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From this steeple,
I can watch you zigzag
Unconditionally,
Following your own paths,
Building your own bridges,
Paving your own roads,

And I know that God is watching
From every angle.
I find sweetness in the tartness
Of life among solemn peasants
Who safeguard their own incompetence,
Produced by their own selves.

When God shouts upon deaf...

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Until I sit atop a golden throne
And wear and golden crown and golden rings
On hands that take the land with divine right--
I doubt I shall rule over anything. 

Our dreams are drifting clouds no hand can hold,
Our spirits slip through tightest prison bars,
And love's kingdom...

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A seal atop
a buoy. At anchor we popped up
to such a sight in the Lynher River.
Just how could it balance so?     – sleek
and slippery on this sphere, wobbling in the water.
Sighted it slid into the tideway. Into the salt sea, cloudy
with...

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