Best Avalanche Poems
Avalanche…
It only
Takes one candle’s flame
To drive out
The darkness -
In an avalanche of light
To crush the shadows
It only
Takes one snowflake’s song
To start an
Avalanche
Of mercy flowing chanting
In sweet melody
It only
Takes one brave flower
To stand up
Against storms
An avalanche of courage
The power of one
It only
Takes one prayer's plea
From meek hearts
To change hearts
In an avalanche of love
Smothering hatred.
Let us light
A twilight candle
That spreads out
Rays of grace
Sparkling fire -an avalanche –
Midnight’s morning dawn
Let us be
That avalanche of
Mercy’s grace
Brave flower
The candle in the darkness
The living prayer.
2-27-22
Contest: Give Me a Shadorma
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
Syllables 3,5,3,3,7,5
Six Line Stanzas
During WWII people lit a candle at 6 pm for peace. We are doing this and I hope you will do the same in an avalanche of light.
a quiescent wind
heralds the goddess of dawn
ruffles her green gown
spontaneously
mesmerised by break of day
dizzy snow rolls free
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Contest: Aurora and Avalanche
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
Placed: 12th
The avalanche comes plunging down
like ocean foam. How white the snow!
King Mount casts off his lofty crown;
the avalanche comes plunging down!
It wraps pines' green and chilled earth's brown
beneath its crushing roaring flow.
The avalanche comes plunging down.
Like ocean foam, how white the snow!
For Brian Strand's
TWO TO TWELVE any form/any theme max of 12 lines
God, are you sending Earth an electron avalanche?
Was supplying sun’s particles part of Creation’s goal?
Is insulation why we have such a cold snowy North Pole?
Is there a light cycle, scientists’ least explored branch?
The suns’ fiery color spectrum hosts continuous acclaim!
Unlike man-made radiances: mercury or sodium vapor lights,
A flame, an incandescent bulb or florescent light,
Where man watches; bands of color specific molecules frame.
Flammable gases; the environment soon reclaims.
Whether man-made in the sand or built upon the snow,
It is intriguing to watch a burning fire’s warming glow.
Red, green, and blue colors embellish the flames.
Oh, glow of solar particles sixty miles plus above the earth.
Decorate the sky with bright, multi-colored patterns.
Energize and rejuvenate Mother Earth as our world turns.
Feed us, oh Aurora; give Earth’s light cycle rebirth.
See it in Barrow, Alaska, Tromsø, Norway and Tiksi, Russia.
Men watch the wonders of God as heaven’s light churns.
Brilliant yellow-green hues have blue and purple patterns.
Earth’s life giving sun displays his continuous spectra.
The steep cascade of particles, like an avalanche of snow,
Tumbling with gravity, the snowy white is pealed.
Like solar particles blown into the earth’s magnetic field.
Fall into the earth; taken for granted our faces aglow.
Copyright March 5, 2014
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Aurora And Avalanche –
Sponsor Anthony Slausen
References:
1. http://www.gi.alaska.edu/AuroraForecast
2. http://www.alyeskaresort.com/resort/facts-northern-lights.aspx
3. Electron avalanche - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
4. https://www.uwgb.edu/dutchs/AstronNotes/Blue%20and%20Green%20Flames.html
5. https://www.uwgb.edu/dutchs/AstronNotes/Blue%20and%20Green%20Flames.html
6. http://www.redbubble.com/people/daneann/writing/3355478-genesis-decoded
Thank you for this contest…I enjoyed learning!
** A Poetry Avalanche **
Goodness! Lord!
I’m on a roll this morning!
The poetry keeps coming —
nearly torturing!
My keypad arm and fingers are
alrady so tired…
It’s as if
The address of poetry were
On fire!
— With every poem present there
retreating
From the inspirations wrought from
burning memories, preferring
The refreshing lure of
allegories and fairy tales
to aid my creating.
There are still three more hours
Marked off in my planner to turn
Words into exemplary verses.
However, ink now covers every page
Printed out, such that all my papers
appear all scribbled and smeared.
So, I’ve quit scrawling in this diary
And brought my markers out, to kneel
Down here and write
All over
Across our living room’s floor!
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(c) sally young eslinger 6/27/2023
When Iceland rose majestically,
A volcanic isle, born of the sea.
This land, that continents divide,
A place where fire and ice reside
And Norsemens sagas, too were born.
Goddess Aurora, brings the dawn,
Thor is thunder, God of war,
Odin seeks wisdom it's folklore.
A pagan faith forever blind,
Nature is savage,sometimes kind.
Those cold North winds began to blow,
And wintertime delivers snow.
An idyll village by a stream,
Resplendent in a poet's dream.
Aurora dances through the night,
Fantastic bands of coloured light.
A blizzard came, the snow lay deep,
The mountain slope began to creep,
With noise like thunder from a gun,
An avalanche was on the run.
A mighty force, it's rushing sound,
Engulfing everything around.
The village now is buried deep,
For rescuers , no time to weep.
Where do they search beneath the snow,
No landmarks; so, how do they know?
Nature has shown her savage face,
This avalanche, her fall from grace.
The year was nineteen ninety five,
And twenty souls they did survive.
For twenty more eternal peace,
Oh! When will nature ever cease?
Is this the price they had to pay?
To live in fear another day.
On land and sea, just as before,
Mankind and nature, still at war.
As ancient runes, inscriptions tell,
This land where both can never dwell.
As legends say in every tale,
This constant struggle to prevail.
When man holds out an olive branch,
Nature, becomes an avalanche.
2/ 21/ 2015.
Aurora And Avalanche
Heavenly blue night sky
Studded glittering bright stars
We linger for the illustrious attraction
Shimmering lights arc throughout the nighttime sky
Water mirrors its colorful, brilliant dance
We sit and admire
On our favorite rock bluff
Surrounded by seductive fluffy white snow
Sweet moments of kisses and holding hands
Between two love birds
At a distance we hear the echo
Rapid snow flows down a mountain slope
Our dark and white plumage
Shimmers of the brilliant colors
With the shimmering lights
© 3/4/2015
I think I get it:
You want me to swallow your acidic avalanche.
Those billion frantic snow globes
of brilliant-clownish confusion.
You want me to rebuild your burned-out shrines.
Atop broken blue glacial climbs.
Straddle boulders of swaybacked hope and jagged stones of regret.
You wish me to inhale the barbs of shadows
and the velocity of your death.
You want me to embrace the fire of your ID.
With paper arms and gasoline fingertips,
lasso your run-away mind.
Make a bouquet of roses from a wall of
rock and ice.
I know you'll get this:
I can't embrace your avalanche,
while I'm digging out from beneath mine.
In the bitterest of the cold polar north shadows of illusions dwell,
Reflections of light on ice, maybe so or is there more to these
Optical delusions, the natives say creatures hide amongst these
Rocky snow covered hills, and they call forth the power of the
Alpine peaks for protection!
These mountainous summits of elevation known as the
Thundering mountains, many men have gone missing here,
Without explanation or reason, without any evidences trace
Ever being found, as if just vaporizing within the alpine mists?
But legends say by the tribal chieftains, they were taken by the
Snow beasts the Yeti’s, the abominable demons for
Trespassing on their sacred icy lands!
These outlander's whom should have known better,
Warned were they not, to climb at this inaccessible remote
Elevations for this is the forbidden territory belonging to
The creatures of the rocks!
Many men go there and are swallowed whole by the mighty
Avalanches, called forth by the screaming howling of the
Mountain guardians, weaving through these ice and spray
Waves as if they were made of winter wisps’ of air, the creatures
Take these hikers, or skiers unware, than devour
Them later at their leisure’s pleasure afterwards!
These avalanche waves have another name given to
Them eons ago, the claws of the tiger, sweeping
Within their mighty claws, everything living or none,
Beneath their talons of devastation!
But what if there were more to this myths story,
What if these two legends were working together?
In a tandems precisions epic motion, beast and
Mountains, both struggling to survive, against
The onslaught of humanities approach!
Endurances basic instinct of survival, natural law
Prevails, that only the strongest of the species is allowed
To continue, but what if these two natural raw forces
Combine, to do whatever it takes to achieve
This final climatic extraction, brawn concurring
Intelligence, or maybe it’s the other way
Around!
In this wilderness only the whispering winds
Knows the answers to these questions of inquiry,
And there left unheard by the deafening ears of
Progress and mankind until it is too late!
But the native people know, and warn them
To stay away for this land belongs to the Yeti’s
And the mountain protect them beneath the
Claws of the white tiger, the mighty avalanche!
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Winter snowflakes tumble down
hovering over lost years
second chances shall not be
no love left to give
11/10/15
Beneath the icy shroud
Silence is screaming - gasping
To breathe to survive
snow bank breaks free
its quickly racing downward
all buried in its path
Avalanches
They have no enemy
Not an ounce of bloodlust
No regret
No discrimination between evening
Day
Night
Neither the sun nor the moon
And yet they are so reckless
The nameless mountain, that frightful thing
So quick to pulverise the living
No reaction to the brooding look in the eyes of the elk
Who promptly learns that
Sometimes
The killer does not have a weapon
Or teeth
Claws
Not even a hungry stomach that needs to be satisfied
So
If the truth is that
A human’s conscience
Is more complex and speculative
Than that of an elk’s
I could not imagine
The hopelessness that a human may feel
I think that first
After the cuckoo of the mountain
And the sound of peril
comes the shock
Perhaps slight profanity
Confusion
Analyzation
Then realization
That nothing can be done
And that in just a few moments,
Run as fast as you can
But
You will, in fact
Be nothing
CALLING DOWN THE AVALANCHE
Call my name
Bury me in mountains
As you leave
Terrible splendor
Ice pack this fiery splintered heart
Crush these bones to match
Victoria Anderson Throop
Valdez, Alaska revised from May2013
ODE TO THE AVALANCHE QUEEN
Brisk Arctic morning --
Where the giants gods rule
Nordic Dawn Queen ( clad in her fragile ice apparel)
Twirls and rumbles through the ragged mountains
Seeking the object of her wrath and her affection.
Graceful in bold glory she strides
Mountain top to Mountain top--
Grinding bites of granite in lieu of breakfast
Imagining a Reckoning with the mad guile of a goddess--
Sharpening her Rage
with terrible anticipation.
She screams in Jealousy
Fierce and beautiful--
Surrounded by the petals of snow flower patterns
snowflakes sharp as shark's teeth
Pulsing from mountaintops
Reaching deep into the bottomless ravines--
Berating her feckless, but ador'ed spouse, The North Wind--
Gentle-hearted by nature, she has no intent to harm the innocents.
Blazing Northern Lights she guides the unwary homeward.
Even in her terrible power
She bellows Warnings--
Shakes the skies, tossing tons of icy brilliance
Echoing
Advice for wise souls to
Take Shelter--
Huddle safely, tucked away.
Bewildered humans
Buffered with ancient
Fireside stories to protect them with the magic of
Thor's hammer and his Ravens of Marvel
Here the weary humans are Safe by their fireside--
Feasting on magical
Sugared oatmeal and dried apples
with just a
sprinkling of
cinnamon.
V. Anderson Throop 2014