Best Ridge Poems

My spirit flew away to far off lands,
travelling over hills and vales, 
o'er seas and deserts dry,
until it arrived high 
on a cold chain of ridges,
where soft winds caressed my face,
freshness embalmed my inner self.
 
Perhaps that's why I saw her there, alone
lying on her...

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In these mountains, where I’m from, peace amazes,
With nostalgic beauty, its gentle praises.
Silence whispers to souls, believers know love,
Breathless inklings linger, a calm from above.
         Love this alive and perfect surely blazes.

In these mountains, where the sun...

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Dorry's Ridge
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~
across the sapphire
blended with emerald hue
ridges rise in praise
~
clusters of pine trees
birch, poplar, oak and locust
merge to give sweet peace
~
bright flowers grow wild
dancing with fresh moss and fern
inspiring jubilation
~
waters run gently
across smooth, gray and brown stones
soothing the spirit
~
every plant worships
from where it’s rooted in ground
that...

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Above the Blue Ridge hills
flights of stealth owl
glide in from the moon.

Strange how a jungle is never quiet
but these Tennessee woods
sleepwalk along moccasin paths
watched over by the velvet foliage
of dreaming tree.

Owls are the true eagles here,
they hunt the thriving flesh
and distain all that no longer...

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Death will not listen;
still, the candle burns,
in blue dark
and sets free the sun.

Will you hold me tight
when I shed my identity?
I was going to start a silent prayer
for this earth.

I forget, that I always remember
the green pain
which lived in the bones of winter
when dawn was...

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Sometimes I am in doubt
about why I am here

Here amongst these mountains
certainly not just anywhere

The path seemed to just effortlessly 
want to open itself to me

The draw was powerfully magnetic
So I surrendered and let go 
of the part that was hectic

Often now as I drive...

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Long ago, formed by His hand
Courageous and bold
Like the oak and the elm
Whispering truths 
Silencing every doubt
They call to the spirit
With tenderness, inspiring
A fire that brings passion
Alive, wild and warm,
Soothing the spirit and 
Coloring the will in brilliant hues
Of God breathed guidance

Old as time, they...

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The dark blue mountain
ridge like a statue in sky
Clouds with freedom passing by

Secure and stable
mountain ridge with tint of gray
A home for clouds to return

Heidi Sands

4/15/22...

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There was a dear who had a ridge that she perched from
It was where she felt welcome 
Below there was a road 
Where cars must go. 

They would be driving in singles and pairs 
Going too fast that gave my dear many scares. 
“Go slow,...

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This jade river roils 
into the heartbeat of your weather beaten canyon
wetting the wonderment of a restless rebel
searching for a lost song
yet to be sung,
an ancient wisdom winds through
the young temperature
of your rain forged temple
perfume of broken sandstone
stirs secrets unstolen by Time
while a graveyard of...

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I've got one left,

gettin' dogged' in the cleft,

wicked walked it to the bet,

poured out rage and left-

...hey yeah
on a step,

a bad measure of the best,

but hey,

my faith is at rest so let's next!...

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Miss the mountains so
        Flat land is surrounding me
                Blue Ridge calls my name...

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You be the sea
I’ll be the stone
Waiting and waiting
On your seashore
To eternity and beyond
Miracles happen
Miracles happen

Miracles always
Happen!

You be the wave
I’ll be your wind
Caring and caring
Your waves i’the sand
To eternity and beyond
Miracles happen
Miracles happen

Miracles always
Happen!

You be the splash
I’ll be the waiting
You be the kiss
I’ll be the...

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In fall, Boomer Halloweens produce orange and black memories;
     will I ever outgrow treat-laden bags and glowing pumpkins? 
Van Gogh's flaming handiwork draws crowds in the Blue Ridge;
     he paints the trees, but God does the skies.
The...

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