Best Cliffs Poems

Vera Lynn's, "There'll Be Bluebirds Over, The White Cliffs Of Dover",
Keeps streaming through my brain like a wafting zephyr over and over!
'Tis a poignant reminder of sad and cheerless days during World War Two,
Yet, the Cliffs themselves were a beacon of hope when things were...

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Toes curled around the white sharp edge
Head peering over the steep slope
Down down down falls the cliff
Yet up up up soars my hope

The rippling wind, the crashing waves
White foam against white cliffs- so grand
Furthermore a white sky dropping white snow
A white dress, and a white...

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Straight faced craggy cliffs 
God's presence evident here
Breathtaking splendor....

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No form, no organization, no verse.
A crescendo followed by silence and screams.
A wooden home locked inside of a concrete tome,
With a world collapsing while we keep relapsing
And again the past resurges; what we bury tends not to stay that way,
After all, the piper must have...

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Cliffs of Dover
© Ben Burton

Leah, lovely Leah, looking good and well tonight
As you walk the Cliffs of Dover with a faint, but regal, smile
And paint your wistful dreams on the facing's chalky white
The Cliffs of Dover plan to keep you for a while

On seven years...

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Even before the arrival of the first snows, so brilliantly candid, 
we climbed mounts less dangerous than the Alps's;
and we proudly chalked it up to our experience.
Now the snowy cliffs with bouffant boulders,
have lost their captious and so beatific image,
and quite too often we got...

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                                         In my wildest dream...

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Cliffs of Dover Horn Haiku

This is kind of about North Korea.

Play death on demand
Thing is getting out of hand
And was poorly planned.

His name was Say Who
Accepted their point of view
Was killed that is true.

So who may be next?
Causing us to be perplexed
Sent message of text.

North...

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The Cliffs and The Gorge.

Chance upon chance-- lover to lover,
The truest love discarded—lost romance,
Never either again found another 

Two seek the self-same love forever asunder
The hollow hearts hath much pain, 
Never again, never again, to replace the crossed-star love flame

And in the weening half-full hearts...

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By the chalk-white cliffs of Dover
Where the English country ends
There we watch the ferries going over
Some in some out, the usual wend
In our youthful common blithe
There we sat on cliff-grass wasting
Wasting time and never hasting 
On the meadows reaped by scythe
So meet us here one...

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Heart

Pulse throbbing, breathlessly imbibing the cliff’s enthrall. The crashing of momentous waves against the bolder rocks. The passionate heaving of whisking foam and the swollen coolness of seaside air.

Mind

Blown, for I am not a fisherman, nor reside near the cliffs. What is a haven and...

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Standing on the edge of a cliff
toking a smooth fat spliff
waiting to catch sight of a skiff
Floating it's way on by

Watching the majestic girl soar
no longer a beast of lore
wish for increasingly more
She passes a look on the fly

Brown with white head and tail
power that...

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It was tranquil sultry August, and the birds were singing,
The insects were all buzzing, and toad frogs were springing.

And I was deep in the mountains, taking snapshots of nature;
For I felt I was a good photographer, though only an amateur.

A few of my best photographs,...

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Poetics Poem, Red River Gorge, KY

I traipse the course of a forking, rambling stream
Barefoot from the rounded top of one small boulder
To another, the slashing strikes of cold water
Startling my every careful leap, place to place,
Landing with deep, short gasps, yet wordless
In an utter joy...

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There once came a grey haired old man.
Or am I mistaken was it rather a ma'am?
Nevertheless he big brought gifts
And climbed big cliffs
To deliver them to his little fans....

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