Best Uphill Poems
Life's a One Way, Uphill.
Every Wrinkle on your Face
Marks a Step of Maturity.
You go Up not Looking
At the Peak but Dreaming
Of Sliding Down, Trying to
Look Younger than You Are.
In the flush of hot summertime, I took the scenic route,
Up a hill of pine trees, when all of nature was in fruit!
All along the fragrant path, I relished that winding road,
Swept away by multitudinous colors, beauty had bestowed!
The dawn had grown so lovely, with its cotton candy skies,
So like the debut of springtime, in its blushing surprise!
And I was welcomed with sweet songs, into Birdland Manor,
In the blooming golden age, of nature's youthful glamour!
Moving up one's journey uphill,
Though for many a soul a thrill,
Is a scary endless struggle
Verging on a daily battle.
One may expect thorns on the way
And a scorching sun through the day,
One may witness wild winds uphill
With not a spot oneself to shield;
One may expect rough, rugged roads
With no single voice one to goad,
One may expect to face a cliff
Or down a precipice to slip;
One may expect blows from vile men
Or a stab on the back from friends,
Envious of one's seat to take
Or eager to snarl at one's fate.
Moving alone up a steep hill
Calls for zeal, power of the will
Courage coupled with bravery
And the gem of divine mercy.
When our path is shrouded with doubt
Let us give a positive shout
To clear away any dark cloud
That of ourselves we may be proud;
When along a road we do fall,
Let us surely rise after all,
Pursue our journey till the end
With spirit of a real man.
When the top of the hill seems far
Let us think of the distant star
Some billions of light years' away
Shedding light to brighten our way;
Let our end goal be the hilltop,
Instead of a slippery slope,
Gaze at the distant horizon
Where emerges the rising sun.
Take life for an escalator
Go both through its ups
and downs
Ride it like on an elevator
Expect both smiles and
frowns.
Take life for a suspense
novel
you and I unaware what
the next day will hold
Meditate and muse, or
this book of life just
peruse
Pore over it to watch
life's mysteries unfold.
Take life for the open sea
But pray drown not
yourself in it
lest you lose sight of
God's shore
and thereby lose all
spiritual wit.
Take life for a candle
let its glow illumine
others too
and in each and every of
its flicker
Try finding a hint or clue
Each soul's life unique as
mazes of one's
thumbprint
And usually for many
life's quite an uphill battle
At times sweet as
molasses, at times bitter
as mint
and life's roller coaster
shakes you like a rattle.
If you let yourself be intoxicated by life
Be prepared for the hangovers
Better taste of the goblet of life
making right choices like wine conneisseurs
Life tis like the rise and
fall of notes
Consoling to find people
in the same boats
Ah on life you can find a
zillion quotes.
Thus ponder over your
life and reflect
how good you've been
to it
and not just how it's
been treating you
Veer around the pit, and
keep your path lit
for darkness of the soul
is for you unfit.
(relates to the contest
prompt in how we
should live our lives
being ourselves coz we
are all unique but we
should also blossom into
a giving spirit at heart)
uphill stretch
homebound
smoke in the chimney
posted on June 30, 2018
We have all heard about diverse roads
and rivers,
currents and currencies,
investments and co-investments less traveled,
worn,
tried.
The law and order rules of the road
and downstream river most rowed
are politically and economically empowered
of, by, and for punishing disorder,
dissonance,
uncivilized behaviors,
sociopathic paranoia and madness.
Yet the Golden Rules of upstream ecological sacred grace
speak of divine gift economies
and power of mutual cooperativity
along a Golden Ratio Equivalency PolyPath
of mutual cooperativity.
On this road less notnot traveled
we notice investments and disinvestments that can no longer fit
within individual ego-sized positive containers,
intended to be used only one time,
and then quietly disposed of
under our own independent authority
and responsibilities for restoring our accountable co-presence
back toward this upstream river's timeless Source:
grace, and racism and religious-monoculturing supremacy,
anthrocentric health assurance, and prejudicial sexisms,
salvation of the World, and condemning judgment of Earth,
reward, and punishment,
pride, and yet also prejudice,
restoration, and retribution
love, and hate-marketing,
peace, but also war-mongering,
gratitude, but also bad attitude.
So I try to notice which way I am heading,
and remember no one chooses a unidirectional,
monocultural path
not first and frequently made by others,
whether Business As Usual,
or that Other Sacred UpStream One,
for those born as gifts
to carry our gifts forward
along this narrow double-binding polypath.
I walked in places dark and lonely,
slowing down ready to give up get go,
always imagining every corner turned a brick wall,
ever ending steps uphill to only fail no will.
Waters passed frozen so cold,
broken glades from freezing breeze,
in the shadows hiding fear
opened eyes looking far and wide.
Letting go forgiving without forgetting,
once a struggle with no will
steps come easy light indeed,
finding the flame within growing,
A being that walked darkened hills,
shines so bright with neon light
never a dimmer to such a glow
radiant graceful a happy soul.
Uphill is the appointed track
For the anointed scholar
Who his brains continues to wrack;
As his hair keeps growing taller
And his paths persist to be dark.
Uphill is the blessed path
That is to few prescribed;
His ordinations are not out of wrath
But are by love described.
I choose to go uphill
And upper go still,
Till it's no more this fleeting breath
When chariots carry to the Utopia of death.
“As we tread along the journey of life
We need to strive and strive just to survive.”- By author
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An Uphill Journey
Moving up one`s journey uphill,
Though for many a thrill,
Is a scary endless struggle
Verging on a daily battle
Calling for persistence and diligence;
One may expect rugged roads
With no one to goad
In the journey of life
As uphill one does strive.
With no skills and experience;
Moving alone up a hill
Needs power of the will
With the shine of bravery
The gem of divine mercy
Coupled with patience and perseverance.
I
want
to reach
the summit
in my uphill climb
with a firm determination.
cold sweat
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your fevered brow.
the mountain wind,
an unforgiving barrier,
roaring...
"go down!"
pay no mind, friend,
instead, surge
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the odds seem
against you.
your body and spirit
scream...
"Please STOP!"
via panting
and labored breathing;
teeth chattering
and on rubber legs...
don't stop, keep
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a
push...
do not quit now!
push, push, push, push...
keep pushing!
you rest
at the top.
The way uphill is paved
With Winter white and cherry lips;
Silver wings filigree-engraved,
Runners’ serpentine-slips.
With Winter white and cherry lips,
Calmness after the blizzard winds.
Runners’ serpentine slips.
A child’s whim, hallelujah hymns.
Calmness after the blizzard winds.
The landscape, a breath of fresh air.
A child’s whim, hallelujah hymns.
Imprint of angel’s fair.
The landscape, a breath of fresh air,
Silver wings filigree-engraved -
Imprint of angel’s fair.
The way uphill is paved.
Have a great birthday, dear Winchil,
Uphill climb turns into glory;
It is easy to walk downhill,
It takes pain to gain victory.
Topic: Birthday of Winchil D. Marasigan (March 29)
Pain flows uphill, slow as shadowed streams,
Each step a burden, each breath a sigh,
Yet in the stillness where salt winds gleam,
The waves, like whispers, catch and reply.
The Oceanside hums with an ancient tune,
A lullaby sung to the restless heart,
Healing unfolds beneath the pale moon,
In the sea’s soft touch, all grief departs.
Health rises gently, a sun reborn,
In the swell of tides, in the break of foam,
From brokenness, the spirit is torn,
But here in the sea, it finds its home.
Softness lingers, a tender embrace,
The ocean’s hands hold without demand,
The ebb and flow, a sacred grace,
As pain retreats from the shore of sand.
And though uphill the river may climb,
Here by the waves, there’s peace in time.
Dad said uphill was home
All we had to do was climb, he said
First was saying to roam,
Mom was afraid if I was dead
Could Not roam, couldn't walk
One the way had no one to talk
Masters said we need to go solo
Covered half, when I looked down it was low
The path was good, but wasn’t my favourite
Simple jumping was more than climbing rate
Dad seemed off, like was unconscious
Mom was calm, as she in prayer