Best Fuji Poems
Mt. Fuji’s crest
jeweled by white cloudy frills;
lava boils beneath
Haiku syllable count 5/7/5
Mount Fuji
white-capped monolith
silent, silver sentinel...
a sleeping beauty
Form - Haikuette
05-31-2014
Contest: Three Lines are Fine
Sponsor: Debbie Guzzi
Placement: 2nd
Mount Fuji
sleeping volcano
snow-capped icon of Japan
beckons pilgrims
deborah burch©
07/04/2012
sitting alone
staring at mount fuji
a weathered bench
wisteria cascades the rich pendants wave in wind a flowery den - Whimsical Wisteria Gardens and Tunnel in Japan
Mount fuji
We meet every century
You say thats strange
Mountain top glistens.
Snow on Mount Fuji shines white.
Beautiful picture!
Flowers at base are so bright.
Fields of mums frame this fine sight.
You Exude Reverence and Silence
In your wedding gown you adorn the sky
Crisp and white, lacy along your edges,
Wowing the masses year after year,
As you wait for your groom.
Something borrowed, something blue, something old,
Blue snow, borrowing your page from your own book.
As you are unique, and people never tire of your freshness.
Old wise ones point you out, marveling at your patience
You exude reverence and silence, adorning the landscape,
Your bridal gown perpetually fresh and clean, virginal.
Cherry Blossom trees, although beautiful,
Dare not whisper of your magnificent loveliness.
Ancient spirits have placed you here to wow
Generations upon generations of appreciative souls.
Needing no flowers or veil, you dwarf them with your
mystical, magical magnificent presence.
Faeries and angels knew what they were about
When they placed you here, bridging the gap between
earth and sky, spreading awe and faith into the valley
of people who revere and adore you. Mt. Fuji, home.
Towering white alps
Gentle among the top ten
Sleep day and night.
Snow-capped peak
Straight out of dream
Nature's finest.
sacred mount fuji
breathtaking meditation
prayer in the wind
A cobalt surge, a sky of pearly grey,
A mountain watches, silent, capped with snow.
The wave ascends, where tiny boats hold sway,
While foamy fingers beckon from below.
Against the tide, a challenge they embrace,
With strength they push, against the swelling might,
A test of skill, within this watery space,
Their tiny crafts, in shades of dark and light.
The churning foam, a dance of wild delight,
And Fuji’s form, a calm and steady guide,
A vision bold, a captivating sight,
Where nature’s power cannot be denied.
So ride the wave, let courage be your art,
And find the beauty in a brand new start.
Mount Fuji waking,
Lifting on girdling pink cloud
In early dawning,
Casts its slopes and snowcapped peak
On flat mirroring water.
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Fuji; slow sunrise.
Then a sea of blazing cloud
Sets the hills aflame!
Crowding onto a shoreline:-
Hosts of purple lavender.
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Fuji in Moonshine.
Floating cranberries, amassed,
Shiver in cold light,
Ruby redness contrasting
Against crystaline night sky.