Best Crevasse Poems

My affirmation deceitfully severed
forever robbed by selfishness
Left to tackle life alone 
Tumbling in the wake of my dad's mess

He left when I was three 
The...

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"User name" and "password"
That's all you need to know.
Type them in , press "enter"
Then you’re  fine to go.

Sounds quite simple really,
Till your memory starts...

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How can one man find
More faith in a crevasse of Siula Grande,
Than most will ever know,
Sitting beneath a pulpit on Sunday?

Dulling the truth to grow...

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Blowing through a vast crevasse –
from whirling tempest; 
to calming balm on wounded skin;
to constant howl;
to sunlit kiss, onto warm lips –

I am a promise,...

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A solo pilot, lost in snow,
in a jagged mountain pass.
His eyes are trained upon each tree,
and the shape of each crevasse…
In an open-cockpit time machine,
the...

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Mother Earth bearded with trees, 
Blanketed with skin of sod,
Her stony organs composed
of caves, caverns and caches, 
Banking precious minerals and gems.
Sustained by the Solar...

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There are mountains I have traveled
where the roaring streams of life
have caught me in their torrents
down below the murky strife.
My feet denied a stony crevasse
in...

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My eyes wide through window stand
Sun rising compel thoughts of black or white or the grayest gray 
Discernment from reality which is left or right...

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One flower almost gray
but visibly not

Brushed by a breeze on
concrete wet

Emerged from a crevasse
along the corner

Forced to hold on to its
limited yellow

Open to suggestion 

More...

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Desert Tears

Vast reservoirs of desert particles
Desert tears are sand grains lifted on the wind
They cry out to fill dunes to capacity
Pyramids of tears paying homage...

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In my sanctuary’s hush, Poe’s tales I clasp,
Into his world, I plunge, a breath, a rasp.
Beneath the creaking floorboards, a heart's pulse
In my mind, it...

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A mote of dust travels through the air
blown this way and that across the lands.
Finally after many miles it is entrapped
in a rocky crevasse where...

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The strong gust of wind was cut off from its source; a frigid early spring blast that swept across a lofty mountain range, high above...

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Oh that I could speak with the Northern Lights,
And commune with the Spirits therein.
Or dance to the tunes of the Arctic wastes,
Return to a life...

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Silently waiting amidst the full moon's sink'd smile,
Farfetch’d upon the grazing winds of steeping mountains,
Seemingly dead eyes, tear’d and wash’d and wash’d,
Flow of glaciers and...

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