Best Hilltop Poems
lolling on a hill
in glossy days of summer
cherishing blue skies
fat bumblebees hum
tunes of sweetness and sunlight
purple rose delight
gurgling brook's laughing
then the fall, and mum's the word
chrysanthemum craze
calico cat frisks
in the mystery of hours
colored by beauty
There is a garden where I wish to go,
Up on the ridge of Hunters Glen row.
Where peace and quite work as a team,
with various gramineae simple and green.
Up on the hilltop, where the green grass grow.
Trees of all shapes are remarkably lean,
loosing leeward leaves in falls last scene.
Brisk north winds bellow like a hound,
sorting leaves of color scattered all 'round.
Up on the hilltop, where the grass is clean.
The autumn moon gleams in this cloudless sky,
moving, weaving, screaming a soundless cry.
Shadows are dark in this moon lit alcove,
touching our plants with a message of love.
Up on the hilltop, where the green grass lie.
picnic on a hill
swept by summer's breeze
birds float by with ease
joy among the blooms
old fashioned perfumes
green everywhere
gold in our hair
soft bluebell skies
and whim's surprise
cardinals
hue rivals
love jewels
good times
wind chimes
grass
Written on 6/16/2022
For: Diminished Hexaverse Contest
Your Choice of Subject Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
hilltop so lovely
a cool breeze blows at its peak
enhancing the view
Mummy & Daddy sitting on a wall
One brick breaks and I wait for it to fall
Little bird lands and eats the food that's there
Little bird leaves and tweets in despair
More bricks have crumbled, the dust in a heap
Cannot leave this hilltop, it's too steep
The dust blows away, it is gone
And on the ground sit Mummy & Daddy, Kim & John
Murder on a Hilltop!
In a far off place my Captain died;
Upon a distant hill.
He was murdered, beaten like a dog,
They exhibited their kill.
Blood ran on the whipping post.
And the scoffers mocked with glee.
The Devil danced and his legions laughed,
When My Captain Died for Me.
In a far off place my Captain died,
In a strange unfriendly land.
His flesh was torn, and His sad face.
Lost all semblance of a man.
They hung Him like a slaughtered pig;
Upon that humble tree!
Water and blood flowed from His side;
When My Captain Died for Me.
In the grave they laid my Captain,
But at last He defeated them.
He conquered death and Hell itself,
And the grave could not hold Him.
He burst death's chains asunder,
And stepped forth in all his might.
To rule at last in Heaven above;
And in my heart tonight.
Strangely deafened:
cooing sound of the wind filling my ears.
Clouds encompass me,
cool mists bringing back life.
The snow white mist kisses me,
burning cold on the cheek,
and great clouds that hug me,
drenching me,
water droplets clinging to my skin and clothes.
The hike had thrown all my life,
down, to the bottom of the hilltop.
And now,
the cool breezes took it from there,
and returned it to me, again, as usual.
The cushion of grass and moss, underneath my feet,
Wet and damp, eternally.
Little springs, refreshing though freezing,
flow about, all around me.
And little birds: along with their nonstop chatter,
drinks the lost part of their liveliness out of it,
and so do I.