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...

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Exiting highway 101 again....
Past Pacific Heights, to the Marina districts boulavard
Circling back towards the Palace of Fine Arts
An escape, after leaving the Tenderloins gentrificational neighborhoods
In the lines of questions; as I now gaze upon the oceans vast endless sea; tranquillity
Enchantings through this wistful window of...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Stonehenges standing like Guardians
Monoliths walk and talk like Plebians...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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"Heights And Depths"


               The Heavens and their heights are beyond all measure!
               How many Heavens do actually...

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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...

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