Best Caverns Poems

On Visiting the Luray Caverns

When I was a child in my younger days
My parents took me to the caverns of Luray

It was a place with huge, colored stalactite forms
With sharp stalagmites rising to meet the norm

Jagged like icicles of mineral and clay
Became objects from life...

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My cavern bursts with bittersweet aura
— like globose berries, a cluster of tints.
The secret place — its musk, amidst the flora,
a limited conquest of feet — their prints.

Excitement rocks — I wade in hidden space.
My helmet light — it swims above my eyes.
The shadows wet,...

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We form a queue around a small
million-year-old blossom,
are captivated
by dripping peaks
of creeping continuum.
Rainbow striations
in bezels of stillness,
then the power fails.

A pitch black of nothing
quashes carriage and mien.
Minds shrink like dark stars,
then the yellow flicker
of a generator hums us back.

Nervous grins, holiday shorts,
floppy hats.


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caverns of delight
glistening and inviting
soon welcoming stars...

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from the heart's caverns
fly out the malicious bats
your poisoned winged words

Eileen...

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CAVES AND CAVERNS                                          ...

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Antibacchic Meter

Deep cave, stalactites, stalagmites adorn thy black hollows where
flowstone with cave made gems lie like pearls placed by far sea oysters.
White colored calcite runs grace thy walls, limestone tubes yea show here.
You seem sphere alone having wetsome ever present old moistures.
See thy huge chambers...

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Deep within the caverns of my mind
where few imploring souls have ever wandered,
there residing secrets you will find,
and all the deepest thoughts I’ve ever pondered.

Thoughts of happiness and love and life
that wrap around my dreams within my musing;
darker visions fill my thoughts with strife,
the jealousies...

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Deep and dark are the caverns of the mind, 
filled with memories of days gone by.
Twisted thoughts of the things we left behind,
all the painful things we try to hide inside. 

All these curving tunnels steering through our souls,
funneling back our memories when we get...

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The drop of water
Natures only noise
Curiosity caught her
Had no other choice 

Hands, trembling
Flashing eyes
Integrity disassembling
Cave, stone skies

Man made, cracking pillars
Holds up uneven rock
The innocent are killers
Ringing sound, a mocking jay mock

Deeper she wades
Heart pounding harder
Light she evades
Evil’s own martyr

Led to die
Born to float
Dead she lie
Maggot’s...

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For what we harm,
let peace touch
not us

but cast afoot
deep within scarred
caverns to find

alas it is in
this everlasting hollow
that roots find life...

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Ravenous rats in our lives
Determined to nibble the nipples
Stabbed by knives
Cutting tenuous triples in ripples

Undulating and ululating
In horror
At the humiliating and excruciating
Error and terror

Erstwhile partners and associates
Commit or omit
To implicate affiliates
Whose remit

Captures, raptures and sutures caverns
Embedded deep within bowels, dowels, towels, trowels and vowels of...

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Cracked crevasses
miles deep
Explode in thundering booms
as they spread
into hollow and empty rooms
Replacing the chambers 
of a bursting heart
with desolate echoing caverns
Splitting what remains apart
unraveling the fabric of our life at the seams
We are carved by an unforgiving river
fed by frigid tears and scissor-like streams
Pulverized into...

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We form a queue around a small
million-year-old blossom,
are captivated
by dripping peaks
of creeping continuum.
Rainbow striations
in bezels of stillness,
then the power fails.

A pitch black of nothing
quashes carriage and mien.
Minds shrink like dark stars,
then the yellow flicker
of a generator hums us back.

Nervous grins, holiday shorts,
maybe some a little...

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Ten adventurers went caving in Yorkshire Dales, England in 1967.
It was a gorgeous June day, so they were in terrific spirits.
Four of them decided not to continue a few hours later, unsure why.
The remaining six were all young healthy men.

Morag Forbes, who had discontinued the...

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