Best Pinnacle Poems

From Pinnacle to Cynical 

When we were young
We had our dreams
But, in our future we would find
That many times along the way
There were mountains, we must climb
But with the strength  
That comes with youth
We foiled every peril 
And hiked the broadways to the top
Until...

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I stood, as if buoyed up, atop a crag,
unchanged (yet somehow changed), not knowing why
my mountain-climbing friends could so much lag,
for I was where the pinnacle met sky,
but they were gone completely from my view,
and in the recess, then it dawned on me
my situation strangely...

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Inviting and magnetic the towering awesome sight
A perspective of domineering rock and icy peaks
It challenges, dares and beckons with unfolding beauty
Stretching upwards into shades of blue and puffy clouds. 
Along the winding sloping trail I make my way, the easy
Lower tract encased in green, till...

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Rising 

I climb towards the pinnacle of my mind
Slipping on my inconsistancies 
Grabbing at the edges of my understandings
Afraid to look down
For fear I will fall into my abyss 

My feet hold fast 
Pushing me upwards
Extending my reach to the next crevice
My brain’s intricate folds
Jagged...

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sweet fragrance of perfume

          pheromones on satin sheets

                    scented spice of devotion

     ...

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Feet clamber the heights
Each pair of varied cadence
Eyes are on another’s feet.
Scaling the stairway
I focus on every step
Dead set on my arrival.

At the pinnacle
An old man sits on a throne –
He saw me and heaved his last.
Standing at the top
I feel old and the world...

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Pinnacle

My indefinite existence on this winding road
Discovering passage through woods a peaceful abode
As powdery dust blocks my vision
Then settles so I can see my mission
The wondrous pathway
Long and lengthy leading me astray 
As I climb to reach the top
I stand upon the pointed rock
This is...

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PINNACLE

With a piggyback of hopes and dreams, I set forth to reach a peak.

Along bed of roses, rocks and tall sharp weeds, I harvested golden grains of progress. The days and nights rang a wake-up kiss on my head. They told me: "Move on, move...

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I don't understand you, so...that means you don't exist.
You create spectacular works of art impossible to resist.
Your thoughts and actions are written down, in indelible ink.
Ignorance and ingratitude doesn't move me to ponder, to think.

It's much harder to say, I'm confused by you, I just...

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Of
travel-
the moment
of returning
home...

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I
Started
Up the path,
Not knowing what
I would find up there.
Passing the foothills, then
Stopping to catch my breath,
I gazed upon the mountain itself:
Barren, rugged wind-swept granite.
The pinnacle was somewhere beyond,
Hidden by a crown of feathery rain-clouds.
The path weaved back and forth, mostly climbing,
Occasionally entering fissures, once passing...

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At the top of my mountain
Were many writers of words
Each step I took was fraught with despair
They were so good
I tentatively wrote and pasted on my page
No comment received
My heart sunk, was I that useless
Picking up the pen I started another
Yet another and another.
One day...

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Vishwamitra was enraged 
how he been duped 
by Deity King Indra
felt ashamed of 
lost all the virtue
gained through years
after penance and asceticism
distanced from mother so child 
got back to penance. 
Menaka birthing queen melody
left newborn in the forest
Abandoned by parents
sage Kanva found 
A baby girl
in...

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The Marvel of the Peak


There is a disconnect, a denial perhaps,
of the years endured.  A separation of
the mind and body, a landlord/tenant
disagreement regarding the use of the
facilities in question.  The physical plant
functions well enough, and the tenant,
well, he thinks not at all of...

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Surfeit of stalagmites barring, hampering my way
Clouds descending from heavenly heights
Obscuring my outlook in the rarified air
Mount Certes challenged all my senses
Aching muscles, pounding heart, gasping intakes of breath
But for all that I felt elated, ecstatically elated
My soul craved for such a challenge an achievement...

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