Best Scenic Poems


Premium Member Crater Lake

Crater Lake

Looking down high above in sunny skies
A view through aircraft window down below...
A sublime scene of beauty cast in eyes
Of a crater lake, crowned by pristine snow.
The island in its center brought such cheer,
A picture postcard flocked with evergreens,
With a sense of serenity so near
In glory of this lake and what she means.
The deep azure of water shined like glass,
I will never forget our stunning view.
Enchantment stole my heart which came to pass
I vowed to visit there one day with you.
God's hideaway in mountainous terrain,
A sacred sight retained within my brain.

1-13-22 rev. 

~Second Place~
Winter Wonders Within Nature Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: M. L. Kiser

*Photo from Wikipedia by WolfmanSF

1-3-19 
Sleeping Volcano Poetry Contest~3rd Place~
Sponsor Eve Roper

Premium Member I Once Walked Scenic Woodland Trails

I Once Walked Scenic Woodland Trails

In the utter darkness of great forested nights,
those sounds call and beckon to me about life;
I am finding again my way into a bushel of lights,
a child, fleeing from this world and its strife.

Years of my youth, I walked scenic woodland trails,
a voyager across ancient and stoic seas;
Nature's beauty reigns supreme, all others fail,
wonders await amongst the tall, majestic trees.

Alas! Dark-winds come to shatter this beauty renown,
where my young feet danced and gladly roamed;
Man's arrogance and stupidity wants to tear it down,
After seeing it before, my heart sadly moaned.

Dare we, cry out for much more enlightened ways,
with greater understanding and loving hearts;
And seek always, for ever brighter forested days,
with this dream fulfilled, it surely restarts.

Robert J. Lindley , 12-02-2015

Note- So busy but my muse demanded I write this today,
this late at night. I need sleep!!

The Scenic Route

It seems that for our journey through life a road has been paved. 
That some say we must travel for our souls to be saved.
Well that might be the path for the average man. 
But It's not for me, you see I have my own plan.

I will build my own road and probably pave it with doubt.
But it will take me where I need to go, this much I have figured out.
I think our time on this earth Is just a short stint.
Filled with too many judgments and rules made to be bent.

Though the decisions I make are not always the best.
And usually going against the flow of the rest.
I have to say I like the dark corners, being on the edge of the cliff.
I never want to look back on my life and wonder what did I miss?

So if ever you can't find me, I'm doing fine there's no doubt.
Those who truly know me well, know I'm taking the scenic route.


Scenic Switzerland - El

Land of lush forested hills,
Such exquisiteness gives thrills,
Sparkling Alpine lakes delight,
Their pristine glow glitters bright,
Azure touches the meadows,
A whisper of cloud shadows,
Land of lush forested hills.


07.06.2021



For Charles Messina's "Elemental" contest

Scenic

Who's lost?  Taking scenic route!

Premium Member Mount Rushmore

Off to Mount Rushmore
To see the presidents:
Washington, Jefferson,
Lincoln, and Roosevelt,
Men of enormous stature
In the land of The Lakota,
Keystone, South Dakota
Fourteen years undertaking
Borglum’s work breathtaking,
With sixty-foot-high faces
Carved into granite outcrop,
One of our country’s
Most celebrated places.

written August 15, 2021

Featured on All Poetry's Front Page
September 28, 2021


The Scenic Route To Hell

I know I'm going to hell
for eating this forbidden fruit
but before I say my farewell
let me leave taking the scenic route

 

I want to see the ashy trees
and the hell birds flying by
the crimson lava filled seas
with the stench of death's tide

 

I got to death's black doors
as a man of Haiti let me in
the mighty Cerberus roared
while I was burned for every sin

 

And here I stand flaming hot
in a place with no love
my soul lay here to rot
with a demon named Beelzebub

Scenic Tour

Cobwebs of branches
intersecting, reaching out
Destination sky.

Premium Member - Scenic Sunrise -


                The hero of a fairy tale never loses his face
                The blizzard will subside when the day is over
                Leaving convulsions,
                that freeze in the wild veil of abundance
                An arch of wind instruments of winter,
                without a glimmer of mercy from above

                The cold invites not to roam barefoot
                A tumultuous night, the clock slumbers
                Dawn bestowed to the glory of heaven
                Clear and full the radiant sun
                Emotional associations,
                happiness does not come by avoiding pain

                To strict reflection
                with chaos of the mind
                Such a glorious shrine ...
                fascinated by the phenomenon

Scenic Beauty

roar heard all around
waters flow down cold mountain trail
music fills air

Litha

Humid and hot
Scorching parking lot 
Longest day, shortest night 
Light and dark fight 
Shorts and tank tops 
Sandals and flip flops 

Cutting grass
Catching bass
Beaches and amusement parks 
Hungry sharks 
Summer-do’s
Badminton and horseshoes 

Green grass
Oaks and Sassafras 
Daisies and sunflowers 
Sun is up for hours 
Bonfires and torches 
People on porches

White, red, yellow, gold, orange, and green 
What a beautiful scene 
Lemon, orange, and rose
Litha strike a pose 
Power, creativity, and healing
Sights are appealing 



Brightness and inner power 
Stop to smell a flower
Litha is a scorcher 
Some think it’s torcher
Some think not
Wow, is it hot!
© Ja Angelo  Create an image from this poem.

That Motley Drama of Scenic Solitude

in the dead of (winter) night
in the dead of winter (night) 
a mime was executed for stealing pancakes

the gunpowder tango sounded
over the burnt black bones of Bastille

wretchedness comes in manifold reverie
in distempered visions of epochal disasters

mime's widow's now loitering enshrouded 
dismal and dismantled into the strawberry 
storm of desolate lament on a horizon

monomaniacal embers of deceased mementos
shuddered after the rain of infirmity

day dawned once again with frolicsome frogmarch 
in shrubberies echoing the ghastly romance

friendly fiends and fiercer fury of mountain tops
are inversed by limb contorting boredom
in the dead of (winter) night
in the dead of winter (night)

The Scenic Route

February marks the date but we don't celebrate.
Relationship is real, daily struggle, money, temptations, and 
suicidal moments. 
We took the scenic route but have only seen one mountain.

10/11/16 
Yella 

Written by My Amazimg girlfriend; Danielle Zink. 

-Allowimg her to be a part of my poetic journey is enough probable cause to share wth her my Sweet last name. You may pronounce us Mr and Mrs Zink... (she has been my biggest fan for 3 years so she is (and has been) my poetic practice audience. And now she has even been not only using my words against me left and right, she has figured out how to write poetry... I do believe the replacement woman has been getting loose in the right field bullpen. I'm considering calling in the lefty as it has become obvious that she has come to know too much—about me and of the human mind. An obvious threat to any man currently married or divorced. That's not going to happen and I just made up some reader savvy nonsensense; or did I? I'm not telling. I love Danielle; that being said let's say the ups and downs of a "hypothetical" break up—as follows: Down Side: lose my family. Up side: with heartbreak comes more material for me to write more poetry! Hey! You must always look on the brightsides. Just in case she's still reading this; I loveyou honey! You are my world. Without you, I am lost in a ghetto trying to score and much much more. It's like a **** show. Peace in everyone, hang tough! 
                                                             Ir0NIc Zink

The Scenic Route

February marks the date but we don't celebrate.
Relationship is real-
Daily struggle, money temptations, and 
suicidal moments… 
We took the scenic route but have only seen one mountain.

2016

Premium Member Scenic Memories

Winter hangs onto the top of the mountain with some snow
Spring has taken over below, with greenery, flowers and warmth
While cold memories are transformed in the miles of beauty

Heidi Sands

5/24/18

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