Best Everest Poems
“I stared up at the mountains, and every beat of my heart pulsed for the chance to climb Everest myself.” Jennifer A. Nielsen
“Gazing at the beauty of Everest,
With near-perfect triangles of such height,
Takes my breath away, stirs my heart and chest,
Such a beauty of astounding delight.” By Author
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Breathless
Mount Everest rises in breathless awe,
A milk-white canvas painted without flaw;
From its flanks rivers flow, a liquid grace,
Reflecting sapphire sky in time and space.
Close by, fabulous trees with branches spread,
Stretch as large leafy crown above our head;
They whisper soft sweet secrets to the breeze,
A sedate symphony among the trees.
The blissful blooming flowers, gems so bright,
Bask in morning`s mellow magnetic light,
With pure peerless petals, a pleasant hue,
And dreamy, darling drops of morning dew.
Whole day, swarms of soaring birds on wings wide
Across the dark-blue boundless heavens glide,
Singing savvy seasoned songs in refrain,
Soothing seams of sharp sorrow, easing pain.
At night, the sky garbs on a pitch-dark cloak,
With dazzling diamond dust, a gentle stroke
Of cosmic waxing wonder, vast and deep,
While slumbering worlds start to dream in sleep.
The moon mounts, crystal clear, a pearly gleam
Illuminating forests, fields and streams
A sharp silver sphere, soft and shining low
Where streams of serene silence and peace flow
This sky unfolds in striking sheer delight,
A breathless, simply stunning scenic sight,
A sacred sublime beauty, pure and true,
Celestial splendour that nature imbues.
No need for vibrant words, the heart can tell
The magic held in the charm of its spell,
Our sincere respect, to Mount Everest,
Highest peak, where breathless beauty does rest.
rocky plain girds base
icy ramparts ballast slopes
frozen mantle crowns
I conquered the
Mt. Everest ofdistrust and
pain that kept anchored me down like a sunken ship in the Atlantic
your verbal abuse kept me off the radar
as I hid away my shame
my dismay was my watery grave
My lonesome journey was onerous
My arms and legs began to shake
I had to let go of my heavy baggage.
The weight of hate, and bitterness was unfathomable
When I released it, I was freed from the shackles of my past mistakes
Thirsty for nurishment...I took a gulp of compassion
I discovered that Love will take you the rest of the way
my tears washed the resin of my sorrow away
I laid out on the peak
and watched as the stars nestled themselves within the goose down comforter clouds
and the mist intermingled between my fingertips
That was the moment of truth
Where the world stood still.....I looked upon it like a shepherd watching over her flock
realzing how lucky I am to recieve this opportunity for change
Insight.. these are the moments are rare, and a blessed gift
That's when it's just you and the world
and the recognition of your destiny
I have a purpose to spread my love, patience,and non-judgmental characteristics
You can conquer your internal demons
whose firey tongues slither into your ear canals
spreading their lies
fraudulent and self loathing
clawing their way through your psyche and haunting your memories
keeping you locked up tigher than Alcatraz
We all must traverse through our own Mt. Everest's
I wish you well and a safe passage
But when you reach the top.
Plant your flag
In remembrance of the day you took a leap of faith and were brave
awesome snow mountains
treacherous paths to the peak
morn of bright sunshine
On Seeing a Photograph of Mt. Everest
By Elton Camp
Some things are better from a distance admired
I needn’t be “close and personal” to be inspired
I have no need to make any personal inspection
So as to develop an appropriate degree of affection
Mountain climbing would surely be last on my list
Of adventures and experiences not to be missed
Perhaps going up might not actually be too bad
But it’s the possible rapid descent that’d be sad
And whether the weather should snowy or fair,
Way up there, not very much oxygen in the air
At any rate, I don’t plan ever to put it to the test
And somebody else is welcome to climb Everest
Glittering diamond summit,was only one day away.
Genetic characteristics,now coming to the fray.
Evaluating patience and a knack for fearing fear.
Drive ice-screw into crevice with the summit drawing near.
Speculative Winter sun,in a mortuary of blue.
Everest conquered only,by the very chosen few.
Snarling pit-bull winds with oxygen levels low.
Bar-headed geese feed on climbers down below.
Months of seasoned snowfall,lies dormant up above.
Metamorphisising snowflakes,slide like a velvet glove.
Snow now starts to shift,on the angled valley floor.
The sound every climber fears,a deathly thunderous roar.
Snow is all around them as they swim to stay on top.
It hammers down the mountain-side and just doesn't stop.
Shovels,crampons,ice-picks now litter the terrain.
Hooks and pulleys mangled from the snows heavy strain.
Rejected by the mountain as they tumble to their graves.
This altitude has attitude,no fortune for the brave.
Bar-headed geese circle in the valley of the dead.
As hours go by the snow there,has turned a crimson red.
Pilgrims gather at base camp
kneel at her feet,
hypnotised in awe
of her beauty entranced,
strength, endurance
tells of victory or retreat,
visions of glory
triumphant peak dance,
outdoor expedition
deceased exposed,
mind-numbing desire
to reach suicide zone,
adjacent to trash
well preserved corpse disclosed,
gruesome mile markers
some identities unknown,
preserved in bleak time
human ice sculptures rest,
buddhist prayer flags
blow rainbows against stone ~
tranquil are the days
when winds blow southwest
standing in white riches,
yet never alone
Grumbling,rumbling and Wobbling my pen moves on the white paper,staggering as it strides onthe line Gush!it belches as horrible sound comes out from its tip,the lines are blur and twinkle stars appear.I am drunk No!not me its my pen,different thoughts flow into the mind beclouded by mundane things repelled by celestial beings Why!why am I here grumbling;I need to write to my glover or lover to join me in this journey to the peak of mount Everest where I`m at the top of my write,did I say write,Oh no!right yes!right now,Think of singing lovely vibes to your sweet g~~lover on the top of the tower with all your power for her to pick a drawer,Yes a drawer Stop interrupting pen...Am I confusing you no! not me it`s my drunken pen Not drunk just being funky eventhough I`m not pinky,My pen sip~sip more brandy so as to be more randy and not candyd.....avalanche of words pouring like tsunami hurricane and tornado Enough! enough I need to be free from this possessive pen spirit~of al~~co~~hol~~Blank~~blank~~blank...Black out~~back down...P~O~a~r~~inks spreading all over my paper Oh no!stench,stench of vomits~What a quagmire
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The elegant lady dressed in blue,
Often changes her gown to orange hue,
In mornings she wears a golden glow,
At nights a diamond as white as snow,
What a beauty! May I know your name,
I am the alluring sky of all time fame,
I fell in love in the very first sight,
I wondered whether it is wrong or right,
Whatever comes she is my wife,
For the muscular Mt Everest’s future life,
With fairness cream on my face,
I proposed her with alpine grace,
She looked at me with lovely eyes,
Wow! I melted down like frozen ice,
With immense joy I need a kiss,
Height was just 8848, I found it miss,
I tried to jump but my mother’s hold,
Never let me touch her sweet lips fold,
Is this our fate! Her iris in tears,
That swept my face and flowed as perennial rivers.
July 13, 2016.
Mountains - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
Climbed Mount Everest
Well my mate can't wait to celebrate
Only worry about fate when we are late
If a disaster it still does turn into
We just might be among the very few.
Maybe we have to go and then hide
Before they start of the downhill slide
And in private we both must confess
We have ended in in one hell (heck) of a mess.
Currently way were are now situated
A little longer we should have waited
Before all of our money had been spent
And you decided to run for President.
Personally, thought I would have forgotten
To me whole deal seems very rotten
Some cute Republicans trying to confess
That I am responsible for all of this mess.
So had an idea as usual that is bright
Suppose I bug their phones every night
When times trail off and are gloomier
I could create an incredible rumor.
When times are sad and also very bad
Wouldn't each of you be terribly glad
I only did one thing that was worst;
Name is Hillary and climbed Mount Everest.
PS.
Some people say I had committed a crime;
They said my poems took too much time.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
Chomolungma's fame
sherpas' legendary strength-
beware the death zone
8/4/22
Too much crap coming with a high tax
Intentional not by chance
It's always been like that
Others talking behind backs
Especially after sipping out bottles from wine racks
It'll reach an end or climax
After a time lapse
Meanwhile it was in person or done behind glass
Having nothing or everything to do with finance
Nearby wildcats or waves with white caps
Took care of five tasks, ran nine laps
Nearby a lake full of striped bass
While carrying an ice axe
They said they were involved in divine acts
Across coarse and fine grass
Nearby several bike paths
I've had a nice laugh
Always ready to strike fast
Because you can't ever get any time back
Not a fool, intelligent
Not a tool, change is eminent
Nothing indefinite
It's already proven and evident
The truth instead of rhetoric
Heart cold, Mt. Everest
24/7 high and drinking alcoholic beverages
Humans always trying to have leverage
On my phone zero messages
At times gained or loss appendages
Pathetic is what their agenda is
Not easily do I forget, most things I remember it
Cause and effect quit treating me like a degenerate
Adding fuel to fire with accelerant
You're taking sides, I'mma call you Confederate
In the end, I'll turn into a revenant
No matter what you do, it's irrelevant
River beds sit full of sediments
Thank you, but I don't need your sentiments
This all shall be a testament
While among the elements
A curse or blessed to live
Damn yet again depression hit
It effected development or became a benefit
ed up but not desperate
No filter, won't ever quit
For more or less of it
I avoid over-populated areas, I'd rather be where it's desolate
Good on you if you have an impression from this
Your impact is minor or the size of an elephant
Quit being so quick to be the celebrant
You've been obsessed with percentages
Remaining far too petulant and delicate
Yeah I said it b****
It all goes for guys and gals regardless of if they get the gist of this
Oh we got another chump, I beg your pardon
All these schmucks, gosh darnit
Imma leave 'em stuck, Tar pit
Try your luck, start s***
I don't give a , it's a wrap like your body inside carpet
In this godforsaken place, I felt disconnected
from the climbers around me--
emotionally, spiritually, physically…
Jon Krakauer pg 63 Into Thin Air
EVEREST
to breach topmost peak
one must reach
pittance of soul’s wit
bodies warmth
all but dead near climb’s
great escape
10/27/2021
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It's boring I tell ya, this life we lead
Each day's the same, it's a break we need
Maybe climb Mt. Everest
Over 200 have perished
Naw, gonna ski-doo up, ride down on a steed
Every woman is Mt. Everest.
To win gold medal in contest,
climb from snow-capped peak
pass via area of volcanic eruptions.
You'll end in the rift valley,
the terrain of flowing rivers,
the land of milk and honey.