Best Mountain Range Poems

Pink skies top off the dark mountain range
I wonder about wandering all the way there
Just to discover a few things, I’d like to know
Feel the...

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Of all the things that I have lost
Perhaps what hurts the most
Is that I can no longer go
to where I once called home...

I cannot roam...

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An inner earthquake rattles him again
             as the fiery sun dips in the...

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White capped mountains, clear blue sky
Snow covered lake and room to fly
Freedom flows in open bright scenes
This is what crystal beauty means
When the scenery is...

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We are the high altitude sentinels.
Our small groves freckle the high plains.
We keep to ourselves, mostly
upon the snow burdened peaks
where our ashen trunks blend
and our...

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Sometimes extraordinary earthquakes radically rearrange the landscape
Sometimes continents collide, violently vying for the same space
Sometimes the savanna becomes a mountain range dividing two valleys

Sometimes your...

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As I stand on the shore of lake Huron in Ontario, Canada 
Marveling at all the beauty with autumn at her peek
I see what I...

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Travel with me to a nature lover's dream
Denali's grandeur is the unfolding theme
Expansive vistas paint a wondrous scene
Snow covered peaks look quite so pristine.

Morning sun...

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Colors of the sunset burst from behind the mountain range
Across the desert it looked like a fire blazing in the sky
I will never forget the...

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Born in a valley's secluded mountain range
 Wandered along the rivers clear 
 Knelt in havens carved in a forest
 Escaped to dwell at ocean's...

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The air is fresh, mornings crisp and clear
God I do love this time of year
Vibrant colors abound on the trees
Gracefully falling with the breeze
The workday...

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He waltzed into the barroom
Announcing his name was Jack
He had a peg-leg, three fingers gone
And on his left eye wore a patch
His teeth that weren’t...

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Doomsday Clock Out of Control OR NOT?

Clock illustrates man’s vulnerability
to a catastrophic diaster.
Threat to humanity and planet
drawing nearer, faster, faster.

Last year proved perilous, chaotic
the looming...

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Like a thin blue line
is a far-off lake
bordering six towns.
At my back there lies
a grand mountain range.

I sit viewing
many green trees
this breezy day
in my valley.

Leaves...

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Personification is my favorite poem to write.
I can fly to my nest and feed my eaglets, 
or I can scare humans to death with my...

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