Best Climber Poems
So you call yourself a rhymer,
you’re nothing but a social climber.
I got better rhymes than you in my sleep.
If you come my way accept your defeat.
I will challenge any male or female.
You're wearing the title belt now,
but look at your opponents.
Step up to me and I will knock you out,
haven't you heard about me I got clout.
I got verses and rhymes that will make your head spin,
step in the ring with me, I know for a fact that I'll win.
I ain't what you call no chump,
you’ll fall on your rump.
Listen up you brag to much,
and I got the Midas touch.
I’m the modern day Shakespeare,
someone that you just fear.
I pack a mean punch,
I’ll send you out to lunch.
Just call me Laila Ali
“I be stinging”
And zzzz’s is what you’ll
be singing.
He climbs up rhythmically
keeping his legs
within a ring of rope
like his life.
Intuition assures
the ripeness;
life-nut falls down
from the tree top.
Just a slip
will end in all end,
but practice
rarely slips.
Though the ways are hackneyed,
he’s honeyed and free
under his calluses.
Morrows and yesterdays,
he never climbs upon.
He hugs today, green and yellow
like the coconut tree leaves.
life is a ladder
and i am a social
climber
climbing one step
after another
but life is hard
so i have to move
faster
if i want to get
further
for the rich is
getting richer
and the poor get
poorer
even though life is
tough
and things get rough
i believe i will
make it
life will get better
for i come from
somewhere
and now i am here
this is not my
permanent place
it will not be like
this forever
so far as there is
life
there is more hope
for the future
"There is no safety this side of Death",
admonished Father Jubal.
There's a chance we've only one more breath;
I'd bet my bottom Ruble!
My iron tongue- my lying lung!
One last dirge to be sung...
But from the depths of Hell, from Heaven fell-
I have climbed up wrung for wrung!
Space Rock Climber was born to the void
On an asteroid named for its ores and metals
Orbiting the sun one year after another
Morning never comes
Day never breaks
Silence goes on forever dead
A 10 year old son abandoned by parents
Who moved back to their home planet, Earth
The boy climbs rocks for a living on a rock
Food ran out two years ago
The climber turned to stones and minerals
Surviving on dirt sustenance alone
Rocks stay in place forever with their flavor
Easy to hunt down in craters
Black skies scream at the stars
Lack of atmosphere, depleted air
Low oxygen, no spare tanks, parental lies
Laid out on the platform of dark horizons
No one lives for long in outer space
Parents should not leave their children all alone
Like so much liter waste and weightlessness
He forgot their names
Embraced the great beyond as his domain
They had no room on board the ship they said
If only he were a little lighter
Perhaps he would fit between the gold and silver
Shipments of such commodities are revered
Rock climber has no name
It is not needed in this environment
Temperatures run from the sun
From hot to cold as is expected
Climate fluctuates that way in space
The young man stays the same
Stands on solid ground
Time sets no limits on the day
As the asteroid tumbles on
No doubt it has directions figured out
A barren rock is not a proper home
If he could remember, he would forget
It's for the best
Abandonment is not healthy for the mind
Mom and dad left him minors tools
Smiled and gave advice
They told him to climb high ridges
And wave good-bye
It is a trial out in space
Cry’s go unheard and serve no purpose
The vacuum of the void defines survival
This is the only world he knows
Rock Climber goes up the granite inclines
To find minerals for his soul
He grows too old to work
Then something happened
As luck would have it a collision just occurred
An asteroid hit his little world
Hurled him and his rock back home
Finally he would see the Earth
Enter the atmosphere in a hurry
Just in time to tell his mom and dad
Don't worry! Don't burn alone!
I'm here so we can have a blast together
Climber
by Odin Roark
Reality readied its chance
Ascent of an alpine face
Traversing ice and cold
Challenging steel axe and rope
Such was the pulsating vibration
Facing another dawn
That day
Blade and ice danced slow motion
Penetrating deep into resistance
Echoing through layered centuries
Awakening nature to its presence
Breath became reserved
High altitude remained merciless
Snow-blind eyes squinted thankfully
As yards became feet
Became inches
Became respect for the unknown
Frozen feet
Cinched tight inside
Defiant crampons
Numbly impelled their serrated spikes
The blue iced chorus groaned displeasure
Reminding auger-encroachment
Frozen time was forever resilient
Destiny prevailed
Mortality hung suspended
As will over apathy
Courage over defeat
Found fear had been conquered
Life’s architecture
Like da Vinci ’s Vitruvian Man
Became a frozen tapestry
Life’s proportions
Past
Future
Present
Coalesced
Transformed
Became…
Some might say such a tale
Mere envisages
Penned into a journal
To bide some time
This night however…
The mountain-wall’s next attempt
Huddled in a tent weathering sub-zero temperatures
Sipped tea from his father’s battered cup
A legacy found long ago
Floating atop glacial runoff
Through the night
Ink continued flowing
Tin cup foreshadowing remained warm
First light neared
the mountain is high
it's filled with stones,
the rocky slope
is prone to storms...
the peak is high
but you need to climb,
hurdles are many
but you can pass them and smile..
the icy cold wind
may chill your spine,
you may feel lonely
in the tall forest of pines...
but the peak is near,
you cannot give up,
be steady and strong,
though the route is rough...
as long as you aim
to climb above,
no one can break you
so just be tough...
HIGH CLIMBER
Above my sturdy maple –
By nature tree related –
A frisky, leaping fellow
Is lord of closed earth below
Wonder of agility
This sprite for all seasons
Knows not the gifts he’s bestowed
To what evolution owed
But goes daily surveying
Each frozen plot, fence, house top –
Careful descent, twist, turn -
Survival his main concern
He’s one of God’s high climbers
Instinct old as life itself
Mother Earth, then mortal man
Ascent the Creator’s plan
I love to climb up to the tippy-top of rainbows
pulling myself up on ruby red ribbons
and swinging on blue bonnet bows
It can be hard on me when the wild wind blows
A beautifully dangerous love affair, I suppose
Sometimes it can be a thorn
but most times it's a rose
This colorful little hobby that I chose
It always leaves me with sour yellow lips
fluorescent orange ears, and a neon green nose
from all of the slipping and sliding
and the running, hiding, and colliding
Where a rainbow ends nobody knows
As I close,
Let me just say
That the best part of my rainbow climbing day
is at sunset when all of the grey
has been washed away
and I reach the top
and get ready to play
That's when I take a big breath
smile, and deny death
and I stop
and then I dance
on my tip-toes
and I spin around as my whole body glows
even my clothes
Then I'll slide down head first breathing in the highs
and breathing out the lows
I always make sure to slide head first into the mist
where I am colorfully kissed
and feel 5 years old
I bang my head
of blue, green, yellow, orange and red
on a giant pot of glittering gold
where all of my hopes and colorful dreams unfold
There was this bold man, an expert climber,
followed own technique of an old timer.
It was always his call,
wife wasn’t happy at all,
for he never cared to even time her.
He once decided to go off the track,
flexing his fat body on vale and crack.
Pleased by the thrilling ride,
wife lost her words to chide,
but he slipped on steaming sweat, broke his back.
November 27, 2020
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Taller trees we climb
Defying the sands of time….
Flowing words of rhyme
Ivy is a climber
She climbs up on ladders and chairs
Creeps into an empty house
And climbs its creaky stairs
She just loves climbing
And never falls
The best thing she loves to climb
Is up all garden walls
There was this man, an expert climber
Followed own technique of old timer
It was always his call
Wife wasn’t happy at all
For he would never care to time her.
He decided to go off the track
Flexing his body on vale and crack
Pleased with the thrilling ride
Wife lost her words to chide
But he slipped on the sweat, broke his back.
April 26, 2020
Syllable count : 9/9/6/6/9
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September 1, 2020
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Sponsor : Chantelle Anne Cooke
Atop Ole Everest
mountaineers delight
Your souls she can take
In darkness of night
Her vengeance and beauty
Are one in the same
With wildness in her
She’ll never be tame
Almost to summit
So close to her peak
Climbing on north side
Your soul she seek
Her fury has gripped you
You know you may die
You try to be fearless
But that’s just a lie
Now you test fate
Push towards her summit
With fading of light
The temperatures plummet
Zone of death
Now you prepare
No breath can you catch
Way up in thin air
Up on her summit
Can’t stay very long
For if you do
To her you’ll belong
When she makes her choice
And she chooses you
With her wrath and her fury
Not much you can do
To live or to die
Your willing to chance
Eternally tangled
Her deadly romance
Rainbow of colors
Spread wide thru her valley
Now you lay there too
And add to her talley
So before you leave
Hold your loved ones tight
For there is great chance
She claims you that night
If she is hungry
For your soul that day
They’ll already know
On her mountain you’ll stay
Happy birthday, dear Rochelle Ann,
A climber reaches the summit;
That man makes it there in less than
Fourteen hours and a minute.
Topic: Birthday of Rochelle Ann Ebanculla (March 23)