Best Climbing(A) Poems
To Daddy, Mama, Billy-Bro, Punky and Massachusetts....
Glazed, deep snow, virgin crunched under my aimless walk
as I idle rambled onward through a vacant, bare-treed park.
Sun was so high that its brightness flashed sparkling pastels.
Fleeting blue spots danced randomly and surrounded me
with images of us until old tears appeared and newly swelled.
In and out, snow to house, young you and me in tender years
of igloos, snowmen, skating, snow ball laughing and fighting,
in animal mittens Mama knitted and snow suits tightly snug.
On some far stage, I feel sure we are still close and at play,
but today I have no smile to curl, just winter’s bleak weight
from tons of missing and reminiscing for my ill, lost brother.
Climbing a hill covered in deep snow reminded me how thick
my own thoughts were sadness bogged, of love now long gone
that was once joyously caught and I swear that hill mocked me.
My legs moved on their own accord as memories of other hills
caught my heart and held it painfully, eloquently still-scored.
Looking up as though Daddy could see me, remember with me
the hand holding and hill rolling he showed me decades ago
as his delight from falling snow created and molded my own.
Years later it was my son’s hand he held, watching icicles melt
while from a distance I watched their silence spill laughter
and their sled fly hills, growing a bond now many winters gone.
At hills peak, I felt my aches that winter etched as pains’ crafter.
Memories where finality marks each season, hurt me most of all.
Categories:
climbing(a), brother, childhood, dad, death,
Form:
Free verse
When dreamtime leads me to a mystic land
I saunter quietly ... climbing a hill,
For the kingdom of fairies and elves reigns
With gossamer wings and jewels in their hair.
A sapphire castle laps with ambient winds
Robed in diamante from godly hands.
Sweet mist of air and silver voices echo
Through quivering rock pools of hawthorns green.
This lofty place thrills bright imaginings
Upon glittered sands like tiers of limestone,
Hard marbles and finely-polished pebbles
Lie dotted through rainbow of stardust ,untold.
Tasseled wands bestow spells on the courtyard
Beguiling my eye with pixie- waltz steps
Until, at the height of enchanted awe
Fairy Queen lends magic, then fades in dreams!
Second Chance # 3 Contest of Broken Wings
Posted 4/21/2016
Judging Finalized 4/27/2016
Categories:
climbing(a), fairy, magic, places,
Form:
Light Verse
And if I have learned anything from our love,
it is that things do not break in even pieces.
The way I still catch you glancing in my direction
or searching for the words to start a simple conversation from time to time
makes me believe that maybe you left with a piece of me after we fell apart.
And you can keep it
because I want to be the ghost that lingers in your heart
over the years and the many of miles that will draw us farther away from home.
I want to be the girl you think of late at night as you drive among city lights,
the one you think of when you hear your favorite song.
I want to remind you of all the little things you loved about the world:
full moons, bike rides, long road trips through unknown places.
I want to be the girl that evolves into mystery;
a girl who may wander off to places you can not find,
but somehow she never leaves your heart.
I want my memory to feel like the first time you jump into the ocean,
all the times you’ve blown out birthday candles,
your first time climbing a tree and seeing the world from a new height.
I want you to feel like every moment of your life is a thrill,
a possibility,
or an adventure.
I want to be the girl who taught you how to live in a world that only knows how to survive.
I want to be the girl you wonder about every now and then,
the girl you call late one night to see if she is the still the girl
who never keeps her feet in the sand;
to see if she is out chasing sunsets just like she said she would.
Categories:
climbing(a), adventure, boyfriend, love, mystery,
Form:
Free verse
I see you everyday getting out of your bus
I feel your presence walking in the streets of Damascus
whenever I see you smile, an unexpected pleasure falls on me for a while
you re my day and you re my night
I can even bare your fight
just if you become mine
everything in this world will become fine
I can wait for you till my hairs become grey
you ve become my last and only pray
I follow you everyday till you disappear
but an elder told me that first of all they always miss
later they become your mrs
everytime you re in a different suit
sometime black green or blue
I love you, that s something which is true
you look so gorgeous that I sometime imagine that is it really you?
I love you, I love you
how and why, I doesn t got any clue
I love you, I love you
you re in my dreams, you re in my thoughts
I imagine you whenever I m alone
whether it s day or it s night
whether I m eating or sleeping
my loneliness makes me weeping
but whenever I see you
I don t even have 1% of confidence
where all of it is, I got no clue
there are just 3 words which looks like
climbing a tree which continuesly grew
I just want to say to you
that i love you, I love you
Categories:
climbing(a), feelings, first love, girl,
Form:
Romanticism
Many of mankind's best souls are leaving us now,
climbing a trellis of morning glories
to their promised reward.
Soft blue blooms wake and open at dawn,
casting their sapphire eyes upward
to search the heavens.
Were morning glories the only witnesses,
greeting our Savior as He rose from the tomb
on that first Easter Sunday?
Were the tiny, fragrant troubadours
empowered by His Resurrection
to celebrate sunrise?
Fast-growing green stems sport abundant blooms,
hosts who pave a colorful path
that is closer to heaven each day.
Retiring early by afternoon,
only to revive once more
when rising sun gives to light to the world.
*March 11, 2021
Categories:
climbing(a), flower,
Form:
Imagism
Mornings to me
are not an exiting crescent moon
glowing gold in the west,
preparing to retire
below a distant tree line silhouette
Scattered footprints
in the glistening dew
on a lush lawn
still dreaming of the day before
Cantaloupe skies tickling
a sleepy horizon,
restless in vivid ribbons
on a wide eyed sapphire canvas
Yawning morning glories
climbing a silent fencepost,
standing guard in the shadows
of a stately oak
Butterflies floating
on dawn’s cool breeze
quietly touching each blossom
in mosaic laced flight patterns
The enchanting coo
of a stirring mourning dove
spreading its wings amidst
woven branched tapestries
Mornings to me
are always you,
surrendered in first blush beauty,
a breath of every sunrise’s promise,
awakening all that my heart desires
Good morning Soupers
I posted this earlier in the week but took it down. Here goes round 2. : )
Categories:
climbing(a), good morning,
Form:
Free verse
You were so tired in the end with those weary eyes,
you knew goodbye would be coming too soon-
isn’t it funny how fast our fragile life really flies,
but you were definitely born to hang the moon.
You were such a lovely lady holding much strength,
you adored church every Sunday at ten in the morning-
you would do anything for family, go to any length,
now you are as free as an eagle, wings spread…soaring.
You loved your husband with all your heart and soul,
held sick kids through the night without complaining-
only a mother like you could make a house whole,
you brought sunshine to life even when it was raining.
We’ll remember those crooked glasses on the tip of your nose,
on Christmas Day pumpkin pie is all we could smell-
those huge stockings on the mantel, who could forget those?
and the box of toys for the kids on top the basement shelf.
The felt nativity set we played when we were young,
Charlie Brown figurines all over the house with love-
the brick red wall we would all climb and have fun,
now your climbing a stairway to heaven up above.
You lived a healthy and long beautiful life,
a grandma and great-grandma who was adored-
a compassionate mother and an endearing wife,
you were born an angel, and died to live once more.
Dedicated to my grandma who passed away yesterday
April 19, 2017
Categories:
climbing(a), death, grandmother,
Form:
Quatrain
T'was six years ago on midsummer’s day
I witnessed a scene I’ll never forget
Climbing a hill overlooking the bay
Still dark and the sun hadn’t risen yet.
Eastern horizon was now a blood red
Traces fading of the stygian night
Mists of the morn were illuminated
With an eerie glow of ghostly grey white.
This huge golden orb was now rising fast
Sending rays of light all over the land
The early darkness was now a thing past
Awestruck of the sunrise seen at first hand.
Summertime is best to get up and see
Birth of the day in its stunning glory.
Written 17th July 2018-07-18
For dusk or dawn (new poem only) contest sponsored by Emile Pinet.
Categories:
climbing(a), dark, light, summer, sun,
Form:
Sonnet
Have you ever played pick up sticks?
Or just watched the rain and get bored
Is Jump rope gone forever or does?
Hop Scotch have new different rules
I guess some kids today are still
Playing hide and seek I can’t find them
Climbing a tree or building a tree house
Is out of the question they might get dirty
Trading football cards is now big business
We have taken it away from the kids
Hula-hoop does not spin around any more
Nor does the yo yo go down to the ground
Are ant farms now only found underground?
Is flag football dead in the parks?
Are all games now just checkmate and no one wins
Did we forget how to run through a sprinkler?
Or drink water out of a hose not from a bottle
Like babies do
Has life become living in a box never talking
My memories of yesteryear are fond
The memories of today will be gone
Disappearing games and fun the only memories they will have
Will be, I forgot how many gigs did it took to play
That game
Categories:
climbing(a), games,
Form:
Free verse
"Why not try living your life for an audience of one?" Gordon Robertson
"Why not try living your life for an audience of one?"
Instead of living to please yourself, why not try
living your life trying please Jesus Christ?
God's only begotten Son.
Instead of going your own way and getting lost
along the way? Why not turning your own
life around completely upside down?
If you are drowning your sorrows,
and/or puffing them up in smoke?
It is because by yourself you can
not cope. You can not survive all by
yourself and on your own. At
least if you the only one to lose is you.
If you want to fly like an eagle without
angels wings? And climbing a mountain
which is way too high. Finding out
much too late you can not fly.
Why let yourself become undone?
When all you have to do is call upon
the name of the Lord Jesus Christ.
All those who call upon the name of the
Lord shall be saved. Call upon the
name of the Lord while he still is
near. Call upon the name of the Lord
while you still are able to to. Come
tomorrow it may be much too late
for you!
You have no guarantee of living
more than one day at a time.
Why waste another minute of your life?
When Jesus Christ is knocking at
your hearts door!
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
May 23, 2020
Categories:
climbing(a), 3rd grade, 4th grade,
Form:
Lay
When you attempt something for the first time and fail,
You will get another chance.
When you try to create something new and it collapses,
You will get another chance.
When your soul gets hurt and no one helps to heal you out;
When a smile is not enough,
don’t make a pout.
When nothing goes in your favour,
Please don’t shout;
Keep your step back and wait
As you will get another chance.
When you're climbing a hill and suddenly dropped down,
you will get another chance.
When everything goes in vain and you get totally lost,
Just stay calm as you will get another chance
But what this another chance is?
It is nothing but just a motivating force
When you're in a deep sorrow,it will give you a new hope,
It hold you tight just like a safety rope,
It energies you to a new scope,
So there will always be another chance
Untill and unless you don’t lose hope.
Categories:
climbing(a), encouraging, inspirational,
Form:
Free verse
APPLE OF MY EYE
As smoke is released from the fire
It rises up to the atmosphere and never come down
Am still rising up and I do not expect to go back down for your love
Although I feel like am on the top of the mountain but still am climbing
Climbing a mountain of love
Love of you an apple of my eye.
You are sweet as honey
Carrot not stick
I cannot bite the hand that feeds me
I do not want to be hungry any more while the food is on my hands
And I am feeling lucky to be with you
An apple of my eye.
In the garden
The garden of all kind of attractive flowers
Flowers with sweetest perfume
And the cool environment
The place I am staying with you
An apple of my eye.
I cannot let our love die
Doomandgloom to attack the sky
While the sun is still shinning
I do not want to lose you
Because I love you, and I will be with you forever
You an apple of my eye.
By MUSSA SHIKOME.
Categories:
climbing(a), romantic,
Form:
Romanticism
Cast thy stone, like a fire climbing a tree,
highly strung, its fuel you need,
powerful, can carry a heavy load,
no question, a Fire Horse you be!
Inconsistent by nature, procrastinate but not in love,
your alluring beauty defined by a coat,
to cover with lust and a heart of gold,
fire burning inside, unbridled and afloat.
Motivated by a strength of will,
like the painter, color shining,
to create a picture from canvas,
it comes alive, the masterpiece is never blinding.
Fire Horse, free-willed, extraordinary,
an independent soul, sometimes forgetful are you,
your loathe of waste, drives you arbitrarily,
unwinding beauty, unenvious, you're never ice blue.
Oh ye Fire Horse, searing smoke in isle atoll,
galloping across the sea of life, fire heating the shore,
flames of love rising, burning within your soul,
a tsunami of devotion, your mane ablaze evermore!
Categories:
climbing(a), love, passion, romance, fire,
Form:
Free verse
#racism #love
Mindless judgement
I wonder when racism is going to end.
I hear loud screams and cries.
As if a… lightning beam hit individuals.
who seem to be walking without a worry in the world.
with smiles on their faces and with a single blink.
Every two seconds lives are ending.
“BRATATA” the shotgun goes off.
someone else has been shot down by the ones
who are supposed to protect us.
Badges on their chest to shield themselves.
It has nothing to do with just us but to crush us.
I see people doing nothing but stare at the scene
their hands weigh in their pockets heavy with guilt and sorrow.
The bleeding never stops, The greed has controlled us.
How can Minds be so narrow? Instead of finding the actual criminal hustling Xanax and ecstasy.
they find the most innocent out of the bunch and munch them till they crunch.
Once they’re through they have no remorse, the police force lead to someone's demise
I worry about this continuing will there be a difference in the nation's population?
In the back of our heads the word MIGRATION
It will be just like a vacation.
that will never end.
Donald trump will be happy with the idea right? He enters the room to a standing ovation.
In his eyes The U.S will become “great” and bright but instead he is just instilling us with fright. He carries nothing but baggage.
As the count decreases so will our intelligence.
What did Malcolm x and Martin Luther king jr. die for?
It pains me to see the people of my color going extinct.
I worry. Am I next?
Am I not safe anymore?
As my blood pores on this paper, I feel like I’m climbing a non stop mountain.
sweat drips.
1, 2, 3
I can’t breathe.
I hope to god one day this beautiful earth will be filled with all the colors ever created.
I want to see kids playing, waving. It would be amazing.
I want to see grown ups sitting on chairs on the beautiful grass and sharing laughs just having a blast.
Even if it means that I have to be in the sky high looking down at the once horrific universe but now if you observe it is more well rounded and grounded.
I pray, it becomes that way.
Categories:
climbing(a), black african american, color,
Form:
Rhyme
Three Pieces Of Advice
Let It Go
Life can be difficult and full of stress
Don’t sweat the small stuff, let it go
Most things will come out in the wash
It won’t matter when your six feet below…
Find A Passion In Life
Some days it’s hard to get up in the morning
But if you have something you love to do
Be it writing a poem or climbing a mountain
Your passions the ticket to carry you through….
Laugh
Life’s a lot more fun if you can manage a laugh
Hang around with friends that make you smile
There are some cockamamie situations in life
A sense of humor will carry you many a mile…..
1/14/16
Categories:
climbing(a), introspection, wisdom,
Form:
Quatrain