Best Heights Poems
FALLING FROM THE HEIGHTS
Who knew the road would fill with gravel’s pain?
My feet, sore bare, beneath the calloused peat.
The sun beat hard, no friend the serpent’s bane.
Fate’s sweat does drip, with chains, the dark complete.
The street does twist and wretch, the cliffs enormous.
The vertiginous heights of panic feeze.
Unpaid regret, ill storm felt ginormous.
Unholiness does creep upon my knees.
Good pleasure pled, my youth to harken please,
whilst time did serve the stench of gargoyled feet.
And greening eyes would steal the gold, and seize
the king’s pure daughter, then his regal seat.
The plummet ferocious does tear my skin.
The dirgelike wind does moan and fleece my sin.
3/8/2018
bane - woe, curse, destruction
feeze - a state of alarm or excitement
My grandma was a steeple jack,
Of heights she had no fear.
The crowds would gather round to watch.
They came from far and near,
To see her swing and pirouette,
Doff her hat and wave.
And gasped and cheered each time she feigned
A slip and then a save.
Roof-toppers winced and bit their lips,
Tight rope walkers screamed.
Treetop loggers looked away
At the daring they were seeing.
Women gasped and children shrieked,
Fearful she would fall,
But at full ascent a massive roar
As she stood upon the ball!
She blew a kiss to the those below
As she turned around with ease,
Then there atop removed her scarf
And cast it to the breeze
But the crowd went wild as before their eyes
They viewed her final feat…
Into a handstand Grandma rose,
Then she waved and kicked her feet!
Whether flag pole, steeple, TV tower…
My grandma climbed them all.
For the freedom felt there in the clouds,
She was at their beck and call.
That grand old gal inspired me
Her legacy I've retraced.
Now I too dance upon a pole
At a club called Mary’s Place.
Something in this life
Does not accommodate us
Knowing
A purpose beyond mere living
Does not encourage us
To linger long in our inch of life
Above the paltry start of dust
Above the cancerous bleed
Of common pain
And I shall not celebrate this
Nor let go of the string of bliss
Though it slips and slides
And tear into my veins
I know I am better than
The clay
From which our life began
Because of something more
That faith alone can clutch
And hope alone can know
So when others ask
The reason for the ritual task
Of life from day to day
I in a deeper wisdom bask
A confidence
Of one who willing prays
A sense primeval
Of a corrupt upheaval
Veiling my belonging
In the wealth of who I am
For I can feel the fingers still
On the outline of my dust
The knee beside the little hill
Of space, his face bowed upon my crust
The mouth my throbbing lips embrace
The kiss of life upon my breath
The abnegation of void
The vacancy of death
And then to see
To know the first behold
The glory of who I am
The mirror murmuring with gold
The sheep above the lamb
And I will not relinquish
What grace has furnished
For me to see
Beyond the mess and mesh of flesh
Beyond the iniquity of a wretch.
Watch that big moon,
It smiles far away.
It's brighter than ever,
It has so much to hide.
The queen among the stars
takes care of its castle
with all the secrets inside.
A princess with no name
has its moods to show,
sometimes feeling full,
sometimes feeling blue.
Listen to that big moon
when she talks to you,
she has so much to say,
so many whispers,
so many songs to be listened to.
Look at her best show
when you are in the wuthering heights or when you are in the clear valleys.
It will always be bright for you to admire it above the wuthering heights.
They called him a child of the sky,
a storm-born spark, a rising sun
His steps were light, his hands were quick,
he climbed before he learned to run
The world below had sung his name,
its voices laced with awe and might
You’ll reach the peak they whispered low,
where all the stars align in light
He climbed through fire, through fractured bone,
through sleepless nights that burned like day
And at the top, at last, he swore
there’d be no farther left to stray
But summits blur, and clouds deceive,
each height unfolds another gate
Above him, figures loomed like wraiths,
their flesh decayed, yet climbed for weight.
And so he clings, too proud to fall,
too lost to chase another flight.
He wonders if the climb was worth
a life spent fearing a lesser height.
from heights
majestic beauty
rushing to a roar
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Stonehenges standing like Guardians
Monoliths walk and talk like Plebians
Sita's getting chubby;
"I'm pregnant," she claims.
Ma's henna-tinged hair
bursts into flames.
It never lived
but Ma shrieks "Honor is dead!"
Sita never wanted marriage
but now how will Sita wed?
At thirty-six
Sita's not a child.
That perfect plastic smile
her whole life she's smiled.
Enough!
Ma is on fire.
She burns on the pyre
of dead traditions and parched dreams.
And life goes on.
A foreman for the city does reap
Lots of overtime and a city heap
The streets covered with snow
My heap’s heater says “no”
I just long for that thing they call sleep
Randy Steele
Horrible Boss (and more) contest
Star crossed lovers strolled together
over moorland fields of heather...
Tragedy unfolds
Emily Bronte wrote thereof...
She, too, lost chance to find true love...
Death, again, grabs hold
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For Black-Eyed Susan's Contest: Tail Rhyme
5/1/12
This morning
bells toll
a trumpet sounds
but refuses to blare
it just doesn't know
how to harm
what it takes
to infect the living
trees
earth
and sound
survive sadness
out last the past
bond brothers and sisters
of sky
air
mud
and water
as it loses
to a force
some days...
this morning
it wins
because the vibration knows god
and is ONE
and though human imperfections
sit in the shadows of it's path
perfections will
and forever will
prevail
people
so arrogant
we choose to destroy
but how can we concentrate
on methods of malcontent
when god sits at our breakfast table?
urging
as father urges child
"get up!"
"move on!"
"stand on two feet!"
"breath child!"
he tolls the bell
as we lay on deaf ears
he loosens ties with anger
as the path warns and wears
thrusting
driving this cosmic ship
of no loses
only tiny
arrogant setbacks
and he smiles
for he knows
what we yet
have to find...
and all is well.
Soar
Without
A restrain
Spreading your wings
Following the path
Dictated by the heart
Liberating finally
Heavy burdens carried for years
Emerging again with a bright glint
I look up at them with a frightful awe of a stare
How the, does a chunk of metal float up there?
With a hundred or more people, it sails through the air.
When I’m in one, my tongue is always spurting out a prayer
My fingers become one with the chair
And when I get out, I curse and swear
They give me a hell of a scare
So to you who are like me, I’d thought I’d make you aware
These things can fall out of the sky, you beware
So do take care
And always remember, carry a change of underwear
IN YOUR PALM I SAT WITH WEAKENED WINGS
IN YOUR PALM I SAT WITH NO HISTORY OF FLIGHT
NO ADVENTURES OR VICTORIES
I JUST SAT AND WAITED UPON YOU AND YOUR GUIDANCE
I DIDN’T KNOW WHEN THE DAY WOULD COME THAT YOU WOULD LIFT ME UP OUT OF YOUR HEAVENLY NEST AND TEACH ME HOW TO FLY
YOU DELICATELY LIFTED ME UP AND THEN TOOK MY LEFT WING
THEN MY RIGHT WING
YOU STRETCHED THEM OUT OH SO DELICATELY AND BEGAN TO TEACH ME TO FLY
FIRST WE FLEW OVER SMALL BUSHES AND TREES
THEN WE WERE CHALLENGED BY LARGER OBSTACLES
SAILBOATS AND STRONG BREEZES
THEN WE FLEW THROUGH THE STORM TOGETHER
IT WAS THE MOST HORRIFIC STORM IMAGINED AND YET YOU WERE RIGHT THERE STILL
GUIDING AND DIRECTING MY FLIGHT PATTERNS
AS THOUGH THE TIME YOU INVESTED IN MY FLYING LESSONS WAS THE MOST IMPORTANT TIME IN THE WORLD
I LOVE YOU JEHOVAH GOD
I LOVE YOU YESHUA MY BEST FRIEND
NEVER COULD I HAVE HAD TWO BETTER FRIENDS
AND TO MY PRECIOUS FRIEND THE HOLY SPIRIT I SAY THANK YOU FOR PUTTING THE WIND BENEATH MY ONCE FRAGILE WINGS
YOU HAVE LIFTED ME TO HIGHER HEIGHTS THAN I COULD HAVE EVER IMAGINED
PURE ECSTASY
AMEN
NOW IT’S ALMOST TIME TO GO ON ANOTHER FLIGHT WHERE I WILL STILL BE CLOSE TO THE HANDS OF MY FATHER
GUIDE ME LORD
TAKE ME HIGHER AND HIGHER TO SOAR ON NEW LEVELS OF MAJESTY WITH YOU
I AM READY AND WAITING ON THE NEXT STRONG CURRENT OF WIND FROM YOU
AMEN.
gwendolen rix
3-11-15
"Heights And Depths"
The Heavens and their heights are beyond all measure!
How many Heavens do actually exist?
Do they continue one beyond another?
I ponder as a height and depth theorist!
Is there truly a sky beyond the sky
which the human eye will never see?
When our spirits go to be with HIM,
can we see and touch eternity?
When it comes to the depths of the earth,
what truly is considered deep?
How does one measure the earth's lowest point,
and what secrets do the depths of the deep keep?
Does it stop at the bottom of the deepest ocean
or does it go straight to the earth's core?
How far down is the deepest deep?....
and at the bottom, is it deeper more?
Now the heights of the Heavens
and the depths of the earth,
do they even remotely compare,
to heights of our emotions
and the depths of our hearts?
Could any comparative measurement
truly be fair?
WTA-IV 3/22/2016