Best Summits Poems
What is it that our
vaunted intellect supposedly conveys?
That benefits the air and sea,
summits, life and
broad expanse of land?
Now
Suppose that we
at some stark moment
vanished one and all—
adjoined by all
matter and assemblage from
our forced and plundered reign?
In absence then of everything
we pillaged and proclaimed
would air be rent
by thunderous noise
of mighty rivers
returning to their courses.
Resumed the growth of forests,
near vanished and forlorn,
and healed all the
wounds and scars
that marred
Earth's sacred skin.
Then floating in the
cold and barren void,
this supernal sapphire jewel:
eternal haven of
innocence and peace.
We would not be missed.
Categories:
summits, peace,
Form:
Free verse
Now, I am speechless; I am without speech
As you transcend the simplistic to grand
Grant me the guidance of your gifted hand
In the temple of your pen, I beseech
To climb in your footsteps of verse, and reach
Green summits of imagery-laden lands
My throat growing tight as your voice expands
As my eyes feast on all you have to teach
Seeds planted long past still flower, untrimmed
Beyond the span of pink springs come and gone
Nor even the darkness of death can dim
Words lit luminous in eternal dawn
A timeless poet's timely passions brim
In lyrical legacy, sonnet drawn.
6/11/20
(this is an ode to my all time favorite poet, Edna St. Vincent Millay; if you would like to read some of her work, I recommend 'The Spring and the Fall', 'Dirge without Music', 'Prayer to Persephone', or the sonnet which begins 'Love is not all, it is not meat nor drink' or 'I shall forget you presently, my dear' - but I love all of it!)
Categories:
summits, appreciation, poetess, writing,
Form:
Italian Sonnet
Write Me
your ballad of beliefs
your epistle of emotions
your parable of paradigms
your chronicle of convictions
Underline Me
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leave nothing out
embrace the honesty
bare your naked soul
Italicize Me
finesse the cadence
narrate with engaging elan
embellish with panache and aplomb
UPPERCASE ME
Magnify the Momentous
Shout from the Summits
Accentuate the Ascendant Apogees
Bold Me
use your signature font
imbue me with the vocabulary of your DNA
...the glossary of your very own fingerprints
*Punctuate*
your paragraphs with personality;
your chapters with charm -
your stanzas with s t y l e !
I am your diary of daydreams
your scrapbook of stories
your poem of promises
your litany of life
I am your tale
Write
me
written 6 July 2023
Categories:
summits, life, write, writing,
Form:
Free verse
Those sad violin tunes play for me, from the depths of heart
The moment when love failed me
The moment I became a toy, the moment I became a sick doll
Set to be used at will and discarded without being given a second glance
Those sad violin tunes bid my tears to flow
Even if the night air is smooth and the stars twinkle ecstatically
Happy to be existing, even if they are the only ones to be aware of their aim
Love is a strong word, heavy, fragranced and carries with it double meanings
It can lift me up
As it can break me
It can gift me wings
As it can bury me deep in its own pit
It can have me dance even if I don't know how to
As it can have me fall from the highest summits if it so wishes to
Lost in my own wavy and messy wave
I craft a poem to share with the tunes of the sad violin tunes
So that my heart finds enough will to breathe, easy and steady
Love, being such a powerful word,
Is something I wish not to know
Especially not on this fallen Earth,
An abode which remains too harsh for my frail heart!
Those sad violin tunes, so like rogue waves
Trample upon the blooms of my heart
As I get transported back to a time
When love, which I wished to glorify
Turned me into a nocturnal monster, capable of
Functioning only during the day time whilst
Having to hide my true self at the fall of the night!
Categories:
summits, lost love, love, love
Form:
Free verse
Waist deep in an icy clear blue mountain lake
Under the watchful gaze of the Grand Tetons majestic grandeur
Snow peaked summits reaching clouds where they join the rising sun
A more beautiful place I could never have imagined, even in my dreams
Casting sunflower yellow line patiently over and over
As the icy blue drops of water race back down the line so gracefully
As though they can't wait to return to the secrets below
The rhythmic snapping of the rod echoing in the still quiet morning
My fly floats by the place among the crevasses of rocks where rainbows hide
Beneath the icy clean blue water
Here we are you and I, sharing this place, eye to eye
Watching you dart from side to side, every color of the rainbow
Reflecting, bending, gliding
A rainbow in motion, here right beside me, all around me
You jump as though proudly displaying your beauty
As I gently hold your rainbow magic in my hand, thanking you for a perfect day
I leave you to return to that hidden place where rainbows stay
©Donna Jones
Categories:
summits, blue, nature, rainbow,
Form:
Free verse
Meaning, ever bending, never ending-ly open to changing it's mind and opinions,
by moving around words and pulling and pushing in different directions,
until everything changes, rearranges pages in history
just for the mystery to begin again
with new songs, new players and these layers and layers
of summits and new beginnings.
Of openings back to where we came in.
New meanings are foaming and forming
within the fatted belly of doing and screwing until done.
Come watch a new one get sprung.
A new shape to take place of the old, behold
and believe in your prayers.
They keep coming these layers and layers
and faces of women and men.
Turn around just to begin again.
Categories:
summits, introspection, life, on writing
Form:
Free verse
Am Fuße der Berge
Versteckt sich ein enges Tal
Im Schatten der Gipfel
Annemonenblüten im frischen Gras
Erste zarte Boten des Frühlings
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At the foot of the mountains
Hides a narrow valley
In the shadow of the summits
Flowers of anemones on fresh tender grass
The first messengers of spring
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A los pies de las montañas
Se esconde un estrecho valle
En la sombra de los picos
Flores de anémonas en la fresca hierba
Primeros mensajeros de la primavera
Categories:
summits, nature
Form:
Tanka
I shall not waiver nor will I digress
from gazing at these lambent hills of green
where mounds of grass like cobblestones progress
from creek beds where the ash and alder preen,
their leaves like coins that shimmer in the sun,
up to the graceful summits round and lush,
that as the waning mists become undone
and dissipate within the morning hush
are bathed in iridescent emerald.
My eyes are now redeemed of paining dark,
though stars' asunder twinkling would herald
the incandescent trilling of the lark.
Indeed with eyes enraptured I confess
I shall not waiver nor will I digress.
10/22/18
Categories:
summits, nature, spring,
Form:
Sonnet
In the beginning there was a lonely word but soon after
there was no room at the meagre hostel for the saviour
Sanguine hopes flash-flooded the sanctuary of hearts
sacrificial blood of Christ awaited to be spilt in vain
Spelt out the message of rusty nails corroding on cross
bones mounted the flesh ready for vanishing memories
Lest we forget Christmas it amounts to summits of wrappers
luxurious gifts opulent indigestion after a vainglorious feast
Reindeer and global delivery services occlude the notion that
taking stock is not about counting presents but reducing the cost
Jesus flashes from i-pads I this and I that please give me more
extra goods additional abundance mince pies and stuffing
Belching and flatulent Tim reaches for his heartburn medication
tastes uppers and downers sniffs white powder on bank cards
His wife smears the makeup she grabbed from under the tree
her new perfume a bountiful offering of disguised scented myrrh
No sense for frank frankinsence as she sniffs expensive fragrances
from benefaction bottle’s decadence and reduces benediction to myth
Gift wrap explodes from the fireplace in the mix of unopened packets
just after Father Christmas has made a lucky escape from the scene
Arson of gluttony self-inflicted suffering self-immolation of sorts
sorts out this unholy communion followed by smouldering mourning
The insurance company refuses to pay as they insist that the couple
had backed the wrong course of action in vile contempt of true faith
They however donate a beautiful bible of careful calligraphy
with gilded ornamentation bound in leather and lather of time
There are no walls standing for wailing when Tim and his spouse
and it remains to be seen whether they might find a mangled manger
To resume business as usual or take refuge in meaning and truth
when the word in the beginning had become a sorry blank canvas
18th November 2018
Contest Christmas Mourning
Sponsor P.S. AWTRY
Categories:
summits, celebration, christmas,
Form:
Free verse
I never saw him but he said he could …
dive sixty feet
into three feet of drink ... i
saw him drown drafts
and distillers from glasses that clink …
I never saw him but he said he could …
ride bikes backwards
on bars with his butt … i
saw him
abuse and call her a **** …
I never saw him but he said he could …
whip any ten men
only for fun … i
saw him whip loved ones
and brag he had won …
I never saw him but he said he could …
ascend, sail in air ships … i
saw him soar
from s t a g g e r i n g summits
to heaps on the floor …
he never said he could but i saw him …
InciteinvisibleInvaders
CURSEshadow’sSilence
BR EAK bones
HURT hearts
TURN holidays toHELLDAYS
PUSH peaceTo Pandemonium
I SAW HIM!
Categories:
summits, childhood, depression, father, introspection,
Form:
Rhyme
Glorious human race!
Monstrous machines
unto globe thou place.
Surpassed grandeur,
overwhelmed with grace;
Heaven's territories
thou subdue 'nd embrace;
Surmounted all mysteries,
summits and space.
Yet, thy mightiness,
perfection never pace;
Tiniest Coronavirus,
fail thou to face!
Categories:
summits, health, humanity, irony, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
The flat evening
In the bowl
In the swing
Absolute control
In the sky
The gray air
A little shy
The white hair
In the morning
The beta blocker
In the evening
The scripture and prayer
The river was tranquil
Neither the ripples nor the whistles
The chest peaceful
No fractions and decimals
Suddenly the gale
A blue blast
The prayer is frail
Begins the glasnost
In the dead soil
Fresh green poetry
The cup of turmoil
The struggling two and three
The charm is infectious
The music so supple
The Aphrodite of Cyprus
Drives away the camel
The control is contaminated
The germ is inexorable
With the blood gets blended
The pink poison granules
We postpone the starlight
The wine glasses calling
The summits of the highlights
In the waft of the spring
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April 7, 2018
Contamination - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
Categories:
summits, confusion, corruption, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Throughout my life, the mountains of grief have been climbing
During which time myriads tears, profusely, I shed
I succeeded in conquering some of its highest summits
From where, at last, Heaven's laughter I heard ahead!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
03 June 2022
Categories:
summits, grief, journey, life,
Form:
Quatrain
The old man gazed at the sun about to set
And its molten core soon to dissolve in the sea
Scratching his head with tremulous hands
And running his fingers on the stubble of his unshaven face
He held once more tight to his wheel chair
Casually he had a glance at his hands
Those dry, weak and shriveled hands
Gone wrinkled with passing years!
His hands once so busy are now limp
His days once brisk are now long and dull
He noticed the discolored patches on his skin
Under them the lattice of tortuous veins on the dorsum
They run down to join with the bigger ones
Like small rivulets flowing towards larger rivers
He remembered how the streams from summits
So vigorously come down with a gush
Also the noisy cataracts somersaulting down,
Leaving reverberating echoes all around
But they produce only a soft musical sound
As they join with the rivers and pass through plains
And finally end in a kind of hushed stillness
Just before merging with the sea!
The old man philosophized;
Life too is like a river:
Fierce and ferocious when one is young
Gentler and sedate after middle age
And slow and sloppy in old age
With this calm acceptance of the need to de-accelerate
Wrapping himself in the shawl against the growing cold
He turned away from the window.
Pushing his wheel chair,
He moved forward,
Knowing no haste…..
Towards his bed for another night’s tired sleep!
Categories:
summits, analogy, grandfather, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
Rumi Quote "Doubt is a precipice on the way to God. Blessed is he who is freed from its bonds."
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Walking toward the edge, facing a gray sky,
Paradise magnificence is dazzling below.
Goals are shrouded amid dense, rimy snow,
Amid scarlet stones, serenading scary lullaby.
Mountain summits catch nascent sunbeams,
Time for either primal bitterness or delight.
Flagrantly feeling fearful of a factious fright,
Falls fully into the recess of sliced streams.
Positioned on the edge of annihilation,
I was looking into the distance of my mind.
I am seated and pensive, on muse behind,
Have I the resolve to move toward obligation?
Yeah, the road ahead is all thorny and broken,
So I'm trapped, admiring it from a distance.
However, I am unable to reverse my insistence,
for the route I've taken is empty and betoken.
I've no action as to dwell in confine of truth,
Observing dread and splendor of doubt.
Skilled in leaving to safety despite flout,
Wish to dive into the dimness, still in my youth.
Fear the ambiguous; it is nothing but dread,
If not brave enough to tackle a rough path.
As I felt anxious at this point, unfit to lath.
Still, what path can I decide to sail ahead?
Should I return to weird safety or leave?
Is the charm of the enigma alluring to me?
What can I do? not a clear path to foresee
Yet, such ways will always be a lie to weave.
But I must purport to persist on this precipice.
Hinders the impending gravity of genesis.
Categories:
summits, analogy, bereavement, character, confidence,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme