Best Valleys Poems


Premium Member We Found Paradise, Its Valleys Wide and Soft Green

We Found Paradise, Its Valleys Wide And Soft Green

When your heart sang to this downtrodden and lost man
singing birds stopped singing to hear that melody;
I was broken, walking through life without a plan
if sorrows were a joke, I was their parody.
Your kiss, healed aching pains, misery's deepest pits
before, living was raging hell, a sad lost cause,
blows falling, longer they came, harder their swift hits
life had been torment, day and night without a pause.

My darling, your gentle touch cast darkness away
dawn's sweet songs began to enter this renewed heart
each singing note, romantic blessing sent my way
we had love and life, beauty at each magic start.
Each moment a dance, a waltz that was heaven sent
I joyous prisoner of my Amazon queen;
all my mistakes, this soul did so gladly repent
we found paradise, its valleys wide and soft green.

No bars needed, love cast its beloved spell
each night this appreciative heart sang anew,
you are the rarest pearl, I your protective shell
with you by my side, gifting bliss long overdue.
In dreams, we see our future, its wondrous treasures
dance floors of solid gold, you the belle of the ball
my fantasy queen giving love's joyous pleasures
of my life before you, I now have no recall.

7-04-2018
Rhyme

Written for Teppo Gren's -- Evergreens # 4 Cilla Black Poetry Contest
Inspired by all three wonderful songs...

Children of the Valleys

And as the hills yonder 
Turned red from sunset rays
As darkness engulfed the valley
And the sweet sounds of birds
Rent the cool evening air

Our cows and sheep and goats 
Hurried down the footpath
As though they were late
To a gathering of clans
Or to one of their own

And we the happy herds' boys
Turned our ravenous thoughts
To bananas yams and milk
And all available munch-able stuff
To calm our restless tummies

And as the evening metamorphosed into night
And the stars of the sky reclaimed their might
We the famished children of the valleys
Approached the fireside with widening eyes
As the roughshod soldiers laid claim to all
And shot in the air to frighten us all.

And so we watched with pangs of hunger 
Training our wrath and rancor and dismay
To other sons and daughters of Africa
Who for reasons best known to them
Or known only to their heartless handlers
Proclaimed themselves ‘defenders of our freedom.’


Voila! Children of the valleys of Africa
And of the cities and slums of Africa
You who gather in the evening breeze
After torrid days in the fields and streets
Only to return to a darkening sky
Sans food sans wear sans light. Voila!

Premium Member Springtime, Camped Between the Mountain Valleys

Springtime, camped between the mountain valleys.
Air filled with tickled laughter ventured through
canopy of leaves bathed a golden hue; 
labyrinth fields sun's freedom to rally.
An owl rides the air stream, into darkness
against the fading moonlight to confront
joy of flying in silence of the hunt, 
while crickets sing loudly in the stillness.
Rumbling sounds reach deep sleep from twice its breadth,
barely glean the worth turning into dreams
grasping the state of mind lapsed into deep,
a twilight world that knows not its own depth.
Waking up in the light of morning beams,
cooing sounds of mourning doves in nature's keep.

3/22/2018
 Italian/Petrarchan Sonnet  first 8 lines) abba abba (next 6 lines)  cdecde
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.


Premium Member Over the Miles - a Collaboration With Vladislav Raven - Valentine's Collection 55

Over The Miles - A Collaboration With Vladislav Raven - Valentine's Collection  55

Over the miles from the top of Arrach,
my heart sings an eternal song to you.
Touching the azure as sol does look back,
Through the ages we've passed and life lived new.

Hear my heart singing its Valentine song,
as your dear image before me does stand.
Over the valleys and mountains so strong,
Flyng so high just to hold your dear hand.

As we gaze out o'er the valley's fair grace
With our beating hearts that now beat as one
Your arms keep me warm in loving embrace
Restricting winds chill and warmth from the sun.

Valentine hearts and pretty red roses 
on this day meant for lovers, your heart's song,
verses written with romantic posies,
to you my sweetheart I'll always belong.

14/02/2019.

Thank you so much, Mike, for coaxing me to collaborate on your Valentine poem. 
Your words inspired mine and I wish you the best of Valentine's Days. May the romance of the day inspire more poetry! Blessings, Connie

Happy Valentine's Day to everyone at Poetry Soup!

Premium Member Valleys In Bloom

in temperate climes of valleys yonder
gazillion lavish blooms and eager buds
burst into spectacular rainbow hues
granting a new lease of life
to dreary seasons gone and past

sunny skies usurp possession
of a crystal heaven’s sweet complexion
sprinklings of glitter dust of gold 
adorn untrimmed vines in every shade
bestowing their divine enchantment 
to each horizon across the land 



AP: Honorable Mention 2022

Submitted on August 1, 2019 for contest A SUMMER’S DAY REDO sponsored by MICHELLE FAULKNER  -  RANKED 5TH

Mountains and Valleys

There could be no valley,
Without a mountain close by.
A valley is not a “forever place.”
It only exists between two “highs.”

Troubles come in everyone’s life,
We must all be tested and tried.
Each of us must choose right or wrong,
There is no other way to decide.

When your time comes to be tested,
Remember, God is in that valley too.
This too will pass! You’ll be victorious!
His Grace is sufficient for you!

A mountain top is waiting for you,
When you leave that valley below.
You’ll be better, stronger, closer to God.
Trust Him! He knows more than you know!


He Is the God of the Hills and the Valleys

His love sheltered me in my highs
his grace reached me in my lows

                       his kindness showered me in my ups
                       his compassion picked me up in my downs

his goodness warmed me in my hills
his mercy called me in my valleys

             through my
          highs and lows
             ups and downs
             hills and valley
               he is GOD

I will taste the sweetness of my highs in my lows
                                           (smile in my tears) 
I will smell the aroma of my hills in valleys
                                          (joy in my sorrows)   
I will kiss the smooth lips of my ups In my downs
                                          (success in my failures)

             HE IS THE GOD OF THE HILLS AND THE VALLEYS
                             (1KINGS20:28)

Mountains, Valleys, and Streams

seasons

Mountains Valleys and Streams
Haiku
 
Wintertime is cold
Claims sponsorship over all
Wildlife starves for months!

The Hiccups of the Valleys

The thousands of words pain of imagination which improvised the parch of life to itchy sky, the foods is mudslides to the sadden caskets of corpses lying unattended, in the morning where they monitored to acidic 

The ceramic of thoughts parches of imagination group of fact finding gluing by the fire exchanging stories, history of lives so fresh in their memories like the vultures covering the cloud of helmed of fathers.

Now the ends of Ebola to new era of mountains of nightmare hiccup of the hills and valleys at the center of cry, the shadow of death dubious actions  

Invitation of mourners lining up, water meant to entertain throats shining drink that cuts the trunks of trees and swept mud rolled down to the true generation of tomorrow to basement of fallen heroes to the feeling of lofty debris of death.

The nation shaded their only treasures to the rubble of hills granites of pillows, the rapture of once called city of our own to the leak of the sky cloud of corpses waiting for identification to sound of euphemism to insignia on their faces

The media molested the dignity of our nation pride to the fence showing the world  the pain was buried down to the earth, the name they painted pictures cloud of degrading your neighbour to the media dilute of understanding and lack of online etiquette and allotment shame on you.

Buried in the shape of valley swallowed by Cinderella of waves, banged the hope mama ‘Salone’ draining to the drench to the hope of nation to naught swirl rivers of cry tantamount billions memories hijacked the love of one another to anoint bodies lying down to brink of calls that never been answered by the valley of Regent shroud to plastic bags.

Premium Member My Switzerland

Mountains of my life
                 never forgotten.
              Rivers of my veins
    flowing through my memories.
             Green Swiss valleys, 
                far from my sight, 
     but always close to my heart.
        My Alps where I was born,
          bring to me the fresh air
                 to breath again.
    I remember those summer days,
                    with my feet 
           into the shore waters 
                of the Rhine river, 
           or the long walks across
         the charming countryside.
            Oh, bohemian Basel...!
                   my birthplace.
         Oh, my lovely Switzerland...!
     you will always be my first steps, 
           my unforgettable dream, 
           a treasure in my mind...!

Valleys of Lucidity

Sweet smells 
of musky green love
hang high in the ceiling 
   close to were we are 
an altitude high 
hazy still state 
laughs of swellness rain down 
close to where we never dwell, sober and unswayed

              it's hard to stand still in the rain

 but heavens bliss is a blanket of innocence 
red view in the rear view -lights flash 
sweet bird softly land
     birch blue is anew as life is 
aglow, aglow,  aglow
all around me 
is all I know 
please don't tell me I should go
outside it is getting late 
policeman listen don't you know

people grow old waiting on their own lives to unfold

I want answers to loosen their hold on secrecy 
let them dance with me
waltzing away
a ticket that's crisp as autumn is handed to me
last of him I hope to see, on to another steep fall into valleys of lucidity 

COPYRIGHT  @ NANCY BECKMAN

Valleys of Virtue

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                                                Valleys of virtue
                                 Snowcapped peaks of perfect peace
                                           Flowing streams of love

Premium Member Earth

Endowed with miraculous blessings of  Nature

              Astounding plains and valleys, mountains and oceans

                     Raindrops, and clouds, plants and trees,

                         Tangerine sunset, ruby-red dawn

                  Harmonious life flows like a meandering  river.



                                            May 13, 2021
                                      For Planet Poetry Contest
                                         Sponsor: Matt Caliri

           

                                             FIRST  PLACE                 
                              Brian Strand August Poetry Contest

Premium Member thirsty valleys

dry thirsty valleys 
sheltered by high dreams around 
~empty rivers through~

grey sorrows slide down
the big warm naked mountains
~stormy above us~

 hopes paint a rainbow  
~pouring raindrops from heaven~
quenched mouths for a while

Premium Member Peaks and Valleys

Everyone enjoys cruising easy street 
Hits keep playing around the clock
Everything flawlessly falling into place
Puzzle pieces effortlessly interlock

Humming along until hit a speed bump
Your momentum derailed by a detour 
Diverting your good vibes off track 
Unsure if you will be able to endure

Then reminded of our ability to bounce back
That has craftfully carried us this far 
Have tackled tough times like this before
Know that we'll be able to raise the bar 

So now when we find ourselves in a rut
Realize that it is shallower than before
Because the bottom begins to get filled in
Restored with resiliency from our core

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