Best Elevations Poems
Sister girl
African pearl
Such finesse
So much, you have to give.
Yes, you are beautiful!
Are you paying attention to me?
Nile I am.
Dark and handsome man and confident…
For the love of God
In this real world
Never have I
Ever exploded with deep words of lust!
Sophisticated woman
After thoughts
Savoring your body
Suc-cor your tongue
Young and free!
Affixed to your smile
Nectar
Depths of passion!
Feel me
Indigo blue
Nice fit on you
Enriched this day!
Such words of desire
Ask you to be a part of my life.
So real to happiness
Seductive I am.
Yearn for me!
Apex to
New elevations for
Deep sensations!
Finding each other is not a sure coincidence.
Inspire by other elements
Nadirs we are not.
Essence we are.
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PENNED ON AUGUST 27, 2014!
FORM: TRIPLE ACROSTIC
Bold, wide, and gently rolling or narrow, crisp, and clear,
rushing over bedrock. Broad shouldered to carry the burden
of the depths, or lithe and athletic, coursing swiftly down a
stream. Men stand and gaze transfixed by the timeless
rippling and unfolding of your waters.
The Rivers
Provider of food and bounty. Transporter of goods and
people. Pathway toward dark, uninhabited places.
Prime mover of the soil. Your course and banks perpetually
changing, birthing lowlands and broad deltas. Seeker
of lower elevations and home of deep wellsprings.
The Rivers
You bequeath the gifts of the waters from your eternal flow
to the veins and arteries of all life on earth. You are the
medium of cool, molten flow; a go-between from modest rivulet
to vast sea or ocean abyssal. Your soul composes the antiphonal
music of the waterfall and rain bearing cloud. Motion is the
purpose of your existence or eventually, all life perishes.
The Rivers
Men seek more than your bounty. They crave more than a
quick drink of your cooling waters, hoping to slake a passing
thirst. Our souls yearn for more than adventure along your realms.
We long to meld our spirit with yours; and in doing so, to feel eternal.
The Rivers
7-31-14
In the bitterest of the cold polar north shadows of illusions dwell,
Reflections of light on ice, maybe so or is there more to these
Optical delusions, the natives say creatures hide amongst these
Rocky snow covered hills, and they call forth the power of the
Alpine peaks for protection!
These mountainous summits of elevation known as the
Thundering mountains, many men have gone missing here,
Without explanation or reason, without any evidences trace
Ever being found, as if just vaporizing within the alpine mists?
But legends say by the tribal chieftains, they were taken by the
Snow beasts the Yeti’s, the abominable demons for
Trespassing on their sacred icy lands!
These outlander's whom should have known better,
Warned were they not, to climb at this inaccessible remote
Elevations for this is the forbidden territory belonging to
The creatures of the rocks!
Many men go there and are swallowed whole by the mighty
Avalanches, called forth by the screaming howling of the
Mountain guardians, weaving through these ice and spray
Waves as if they were made of winter wisps’ of air, the creatures
Take these hikers, or skiers unware, than devour
Them later at their leisure’s pleasure afterwards!
These avalanche waves have another name given to
Them eons ago, the claws of the tiger, sweeping
Within their mighty claws, everything living or none,
Beneath their talons of devastation!
But what if there were more to this myths story,
What if these two legends were working together?
In a tandems precisions epic motion, beast and
Mountains, both struggling to survive, against
The onslaught of humanities approach!
Endurances basic instinct of survival, natural law
Prevails, that only the strongest of the species is allowed
To continue, but what if these two natural raw forces
Combine, to do whatever it takes to achieve
This final climatic extraction, brawn concurring
Intelligence, or maybe it’s the other way
Around!
In this wilderness only the whispering winds
Knows the answers to these questions of inquiry,
And there left unheard by the deafening ears of
Progress and mankind until it is too late!
But the native people know, and warn them
To stay away for this land belongs to the Yeti’s
And the mountain protect them beneath the
Claws of the white tiger, the mighty avalanche!
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Step by step we walk the wire
elevations are high to which we aspire
eyes see life's illusion so straight and true
till the burdens added eclipse that view
adjustments made we stay on track
death through wars you can't go back
can we win without someone to blame
in the circle of life we all live with shame
a glow in the darkness a shining star
children's voices echo from near and far
a smile from one leaves insanity disturbed
a relief from burdens in a land that's absurd
insanity, unbalance we can keep them at bay
help and encourage our treasure's today
children are the wealth in this absurd land
Hope you realize this before deaths at hand
A final thought or "coup de gras"
death is the thief of all shining stars
Sheltered in the south of the south,
its culture breathed out the dance of love to the world.
Once established,
as the historic natural park for gigantic dinosaurs
with the earth’s tail attached to its field
and a familiar friend to continental extremities
both in elevations and in the measure of cold and heat.
Even with its tender voice and closed influence
its hands have contributed
to the beautiful jewelries of the globe’s spark.
The first scores of Cristiani’s animation
and pioneering crime’s neck breaker
through the Axe of finger-printing;
also a well watered green yard for cosmetic manipulations
but yet marred with Anorexia and battles of the mind.
So much flowers with few thorns
classify this blessed home with sons like Diego and Lionel.
It was a romantic endeavor
this quest for vaporous ridges,
as an adventurous spirit crested
already reaching dizzying altitudes,
short of vital breath & intensely high,
yet, there was no returning as the
summit was a mere birds-eye view,
it was the last chance to achieve
brass ring elevations mid skies'
survival beyond boundless frontiers,
towering strength and determination
overcoming fears whilst lack of oxygen
was a matter of achieve/die, win/be buried
ultimate goal was furthermost zenith, 'til
Mt Everest in its infinite nature took grasp of
life and climber's deathly eminent boundaries,
while its unreckonable power commanded an
unsurmountable frigid avalanche 'neath violent deadlocks,
encasing tombs of unfulfilled loftily dreamt expeditions
4/30/17
Underneath what they consider lunar
Don't care if your name is super
So much for your future
And all of the rumors
There is nowhere you can go to outmaneuver
When I turn into Krueger
Take you out before the sound of the rooster
Whether or not on the computer
Or a scooter
Oh well that just makes one fewer
I don't care if you can't appreciate my humor
I come from the sewer
Not much of a snoozer
But a heavy duty boozer
Warning
Night and morning
The rage accumulating and forming
Before, during and after storming
In and out of areas with bugs that continue swarming
Feeling like Rick and not so much Morty
The temperature below, above or at the forties
In and out of different territories
Near and far from quarries
Coming in like Vorhees
It doesn't matter if you heard all the stories
Because nothing can prepare you for me
Considering that we all fall in different categories
And carry our own inventories
Mine can make it gory
Yours are empty normally
For you it just may end up horribly
Drawn out or ending shortly
I don't care about the glory
Or so called purgatory
A simple and friendly reminder
Don't have on your blinders
Think wiser
At elevations lower and higher
On foot or tires
Looking like Myers
In and out of areas devastated by fires
Above and below telephone wires
With a pair of pliers
Ready to eliminate any liars
Leaving behind no traces or fibers
Tried to go after me, but instead
He was caught, and pissed the bed
As it was off with his head
When I was Pinhead
Could be worse or better
More or lesser
Something that would do you some good to remember
Before I lose control of my temper
And become Lecter
Against whomever
Thinks their clever
Whenever
During any weather
The surrounding suddenly became redder
Not concerned about opinions
A one man army on a mission
They wanted to give me a million
Endless medical prescriptions
And to persuade me with religion
But I wouldn't give in or listen
Because I am a villain
By: Dalton Ogletree
Tremendous vastness of Grand Canyon,
the earth drops away in escalation
reveling rims of canyon elevations.
River is slicing rocks
exposing chasm of gorges.
Chiseled by water
vertical walls of rocks
are descending into abysses.
Canyon rims of mountains chasm,
eroding and falling down
in sediment and loose rocks.
Sedimentary rock layers,
walls of rocks towering at the banks of the river
wonder of nature –
Earth abruptly is dropping away,
forming different life zones.
Raging river is washing away
rocks in colorful sediments.
Dotting, splashing and bouncing
is water cascading in ribbons
reflecting sun light
through the beauty of enchanting might.
In the chasm of valleys and gorges
only river and rocks,
water is cascading,
without a trail on the river banks,
bellow meandering
with sediments and minerals
Sand petrified
and sculpted by
chiseling river –
colorful sedimentary rocks,
containing iron, copper,
shining crystals and minerals.
Grand Canyon –
crowning mountains,
cathedrals of nature –
changing colors
with sun light passing -
astonishing, scenic wonder.
My Dark Past/My Dark Secret/ can’t gain any movement stuck in the same positions where I been standing for the past five year I can’t succeed higher elevations. I have been lost for a person who I was passionate about. But completely ended when I committed A Love Crime Now I am away can’t sleep no flex fuel to keep me awake / now drive past my pain smile at my tears laugh at my troubles/I am still standing I can feel my feet and I can still hear the wind blow/I don’t have compass to direct me to right corridor/ I have been knock off this course for too long/ Even A GPS system can’t redirect me/ Now expressions on your face confuse me while I take a shot of Hennessy/ My life has been whole bunch of gambles and not enough great decisions
When lost in the woods
one wanders lugubriously directionless
in the weeds vines and branches
obstructing the altogether magnificent world
that abounds and surrounds
the muddled mind of the soul-filled seeker:
Truth traveler and mystical unraveller
plodding ahead confused in dread
of what lies beyond
the not-so-distant tree line
drifting dreamlike in a cloud
of misty-eyed fog looming in the air
just over there next to nowhere
like a serpent ready to strike...
Where forward momentum becomes a battle
against God Gravity and Nature as One
finds fear inviting and darkness enticing
as shadows on the moon walking
freely as a butterfly wafting
into a new dimension in space-time
before discerning the profundity of the scene
as nothing more than the ageless
Mad Magician whispering dismally sweet nothings
into the minds and ears of all good people
throughout our tear-filled years...
("Follow me," says he, "to the tasty apple on the tree.")
Until the soul seeking, scintillating Sun-Light appears
awakening the dumbfounded lost in the woodlands
to an inviting winding path leading toward
higher elevations in the farthest reaches
yearnings and palpitations of the universe
and the unfathomable intangible that binds
and sustains all matter and life reverberating
in every heartbeat and breath of fresh air in-spired
for the searching of the perennial
everlasting and Wholly desired:
Love-Beauty-Truth-Freedom-Forgiveness-Grace
and all that we long for and imagine to be Good
at the end of the long winding path
through weeds vines and branches
when lost in the woods.
They’ve always been there, unaware
When I felt lonely, lost, longing
For the presence of the light’s caress,
Softly unfolding beyond the azure
Skies, whispering joy over my soul, into
Shimmering that twinkles, above
In the skies and below, in my eyes
They’ve always known me, as a child
Silent and the only one belonging
Beneath their gaze, in the warm haze
Tenderly blowing winds through the oaks,
Between emerald pine’s soft needles,
Inspiring the heart to laugh, breathing in
The dandelion dreams, the whimsical
Seeds dancing through the fields, alive
Like the reflection in the streams…
They’ve always colored my thoughts
In hues of inspiration, stirring awake the
Imagination, the creative urges
Birthing poetry, promises pouring out
Through the thickets, the forests…
Woods filled with underbrush, laurels
Groves so honest and completing
Hope for the quiet victory of a forest
They’ve always known me, the girl
Who loves them, their abiding grace
Sentenced to life in this place…
Where God has been, with His hand,
Painting them glorious, graceful…
Gripping the heart with their intimate
Laughter, winds soothing away the night
With the music of these mountains,
So alive – they always strive
To bring the spirit a sense of peace,
Serenity in this place – blue ridges
God’s show, on display – the way
Between moments when the light
Lets in the music, the soothing
His forever beauty – grace like the newness
Beneath the ancient crests, the stillness
His mystery roused in the elevations
Ridges, zeniths, summits – God’s reach
His peace…
They’ve always been there…
Arising through the sheltering limbs and peaks
Praise God for such strength
This is home to me, home – always home
Bathed in nectar dew drops, now
the damsel spring stealthily
tiptoes into the hamlet
with all its strength.
The south breeze plays
fifth symphony on tender new leaves,
flings the grey garment of fugitive winter
on the tether of time.
The red modesty of cassia flowers
lazily thrown on the elevations,
sheuli flower hides her whitish face
in dark screen.
Forest being released from solitary confinement
bedecks with colors of nature
snow white swans conquest the copper sky
Jasmine frequently haunts dark nights.
The sun rises
on the forehead of a newlywed bride
as if it is a circular spot of vermilion.
Man in remaining incognito
for years, has come back
to the war fields of life,
perhaps he wants to pay
his debts of soul.
Somebody, in quest of a blue envelope
tinted with multicolor of unknown flowers
but the letter box of young heart
wide open, as the darkness of suspicion
has broken its lock,
the love knots of past love
lost in the time treacherous sand
anxiously asks for identity.
Still on the debris of sand castle
built of hopes and promises,
a young poet composes a lyric
with inks of blood and shades of despair
his pen of eternal pain proclaims,
“Spring has set in again
to solace thousands of broken hearts.”
Captured in twinkling apricot diamonds dappling cosmoses
& ocean's tumultuous roar of foaming cerulean furor,
prolific winds that howl & soar atop empurpled elevations
mid streams that pierce meadows of extravagant greenness,
thunder that splits the skies, nourishing the promise of an
exalted burnt umber earth spinning in tempestuous regnant
surrendering wildflowers wherefrom mysteries shade the trees,
magenta and sapphire sunsets 'tween horizon's resplendence
arousing aspirations midst procreation's quintessential splendor
whilst countless dispersed particles enhance encompassed secrets,
awakening the senses in nature's awe-inspiring scenic refinery
June the most beautiful month, delivered the most angelic Angels
I
Poetically
Extend My Warm Congratulations
To every Beautifully Heavenly
delivered Angel who
stepped
feet on
planet
Earth
On
Jumping unto new elevations; June
Boarding a flight to a poem land in the
Poetry
Soup
Jet
Goodnesses
Blessing
Favour
Peace
Love
Joy
Happiness
Amen
Amen
Amen
Bountiful Abound Your Outcomes
May your poetic golden ink never run down
The streams flowing from the inspiration of poetry soup
Be your waterfalls
May your paper never be exhausted
The white clouds to be your blank sheet
Happy ,,........................happy
Poetic celebrated life, more Grace, more strength, more insight, ....Health Packaged in the Blood of Jesus...... In JESUS NAME!!!!
Abundant Beauty Always Your outcomes as you move increasingly the golden stairways
Get your heavenly birthday package
Sent by an Angel
This Golding morning
Expect the piazza befall nightfall
He will wing to your doorsteps
And a chime will be the sign of the knock
On your June footsteps
Happy Birthday June Poetry Soupers
From
I ,
me
&
myself
Gideon
It’s hard for me to take
My own advice
I’m writing what I’m fighting
But I’m still playing
With my life
I don’t even understand
The issues of my own brain
I go from addiction to affliction
But I married my pain
I find myself in consistent miscommunication
Simple minded people
Believe it’s the only form of communication
Passive aggressive
They breed confusing situations
Then when it comes to confrontation
They admit no responsibility for
The feelings of hostility and aggravation
I have already run the out of
Patience
I’m ready to put myself into solitary isolation
Me myself and I
Is the only consolation
In the face of the nonsense
I’m constantly facing
This anxiety still has my mind racing
Adrenaline in my bloodstream
Has my senses on heightened elevations
Eyes wide open
And a mind perceiving
Shocking Revelations...
Is there anyone capable
Of really loving me?
When push comes to shove
Why is it the ones closest to me
That are shoving me?
And it’s usually in the direction of the door
I remember all the places
I’ve been thrown away in
And that I can’t go back to anymore
So I stay ready for War
Post traumatically traumatized
Means I’m not the same me anymore
I have a disorder
That seems to puts my perspective
In a different order
I see sabotage and problems
And a pervasive sense of chaos
And disorder
So I’m never really at ease
A mind like mine
keeps me on the Battle Lines
So it’s hard for me to find any Peace
I see relationships I used to be in
Spiraling away
Like fallen leaves
I know why hearts
are always drawn with wings
Because love flies away and leaves
And when it’s gone
the feelings
That were once the feelings of love
Turn into a sickness
Like it’s become a disease
Bring me to my knees...
Take the blade from out of my back
And draw it across my throat
She said she loved me
But it was really murder she wrote.