Caverns Poems | Examples

Filling Caverns

Caverns of patterns,

Awaiting your return,

A cliff at every turn,

For you to fall and burn,

Slipping into your pattern.

It repeats until you discern,

There's a reason for concern,

Earning a new lesson,

Life is in constant progression.

Filling the cavern again,

With every little win,

Catching the pattern in motion,

Slowly filling through devotion,

Allowing a new path to open.

One that you have chosen,

A choice in the decision,

Thinking with precision,

Creating an incision,

Letting new patterns dig in.

Living consciously,

I see them repeatedly,

Caverns of patterns within me,

Created when I couldn't see,

Keeping me from being happy.

Caving Disaster at Mossdale Caverns

Ten adventurers went caving in Yorkshire Dales, England in 1967.
It was a gorgeous June day, so they were in terrific spirits.
Four of them decided not to continue a few hours later, unsure why.
The remaining six were all young healthy men.

Morag Forbes, who had discontinued the adventure, returned to the site.
Mossdale Caverns was underwater so she knew the six were in trouble.
Shocked for her friends, she ran to get help.
Many volunteers began digging a ditch, to circumvent water.

The six inside had been climbing and crawling through the cavern,
When a rush of water came in through all directions due to flooding.
They were caught by surprise in the labyrinth.
Sadly, they were buried inside the cave.

Ohio Caverns

We form a queue around a small
million-year-old blossom,
are captivated
by dripping peaks
of creeping continuum.
Rainbow striations
in bezels of stillness,
then the power fails.

A pitch black of nothing
quashes carriage and mien.
Minds shrink like dark stars,
then the yellow flicker
of a generator hums us back.

Nervous grins, holiday shorts,
maybe some a little soiled,
floppy hats.

Caverns

The drop of water
Natures only noise
Curiosity caught her
Had no other choice 

Hands, trembling
Flashing eyes
Integrity disassembling
Cave, stone skies

Man made, cracking pillars
Holds up uneven rock
The innocent are killers
Ringing sound, a mocking jay mock

Deeper she wades
Heart pounding harder
Light she evades
Evil’s own martyr

Led to die
Born to float
Dead she lie
Maggot’s boat

Her last day,
Far from joyful
Panicked disarray
Remain ever loyal

She won’t be missed
Though remembered 
A death not wished
But terribly rendered

Frozen by winter
Stone can’t catch fire
Burned to a cinder
Flames flicker higher

Ohio Caverns

We form a queue around a small
million-year-old blossom,
are captivated
by dripping peaks
of creeping continuum.
Rainbow striations
in bezels of stillness,
then the power fails.

A pitch black of nothing
quashes carriage and mien.
Minds shrink like dark stars,
then the yellow flicker
of a generator hums us back.

Nervous grins, holiday shorts,
floppy hats.


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Secret Caverns of Mexico

My cavern bursts with bittersweet aura
— like globose berries, a cluster of tints.
The secret place — its musk, amidst the flora,
a limited conquest of feet — their prints.

Excitement rocks — I wade in hidden space.
My helmet light — it swims above my eyes.
The shadows wet, the adventurous ace.
The winding walls will never brush the skies.

The natural deep dark, unharnessed hush.
Us tourists kneel — the prayer within the calm.
The stalactite and stalagmite - time’s crush.
The pleasing whim — underground cave a psalm.

In seven hours se la explora.
My cavern bursts with bittersweet aura

6/7/2019
Nature Scene-Orphan Sonnet Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Dale Gregory Cozart

se la explora - it is explored

Caverns of Delight

caverns of delight
glistening and inviting
soon welcoming stars

Within the Caverns of My Mind

Deep within the caverns of my mind
where few imploring souls have ever wandered,
there residing secrets you will find,
and all the deepest thoughts I’ve ever pondered.

Thoughts of happiness and love and life
that wrap around my dreams within my musing;
darker visions fill my thoughts with strife,
the jealousies and greed my life abusing.

Reveries adrift along the wind,
and echoing the thoughts of lust and passion;
feelings that my pride will not rescind;
emotions that my soul will never ration.

I am but a knave of foolish dreams,
these fantasies that ever leave me hoping;
plotting evermore misguided schemes
that leave my hapless spirit merely coping.

Knowing life is built on shifting sand,
I’m keen that some are wanting to undrape me;
therefore these deep secrets I remand,
and never will these deepest thoughts escape me.


December 30, 2018

Ravenous Rats Capture Our Caverns

Ravenous rats in our lives
Determined to nibble the nipples
Stabbed by knives
Cutting tenuous triples in ripples

Undulating and ululating
In horror
At the humiliating and excruciating
Error and terror

Erstwhile partners and associates
Commit or omit
To implicate affiliates
Whose remit

Captures, raptures and sutures caverns
Embedded deep within bowels, dowels, towels, trowels and vowels of the Earth
Away from testing and truculent taverns
Where felt, unleashed wrath

Against ravages rodents havoc wreak
In the calm we covet
Even when we struggle up the creek
And services of a vet

We seek, click and tweak
In our endeavor
To kick, tick and stick
Into the peace favour and flavor

Singled out as the linchpin
Enmeshed
In a twin pin whose sapience spin
Bashed, crushed, slashed and trashed

In burrows dug by ravenous rodents
Ferocious and noxious
Whose complicit correspondents
In spite of behavior fractious

Slump and succumb
To energies injected in the strategy
Ensuring ravenous rodents run numb
As triumphant emerge our deployed and employed synergy.

Sonnet To Carlsbad Caverns

Antibacchic Meter

Deep cave, stalactites, stalagmites adorn thy black hollows where
flowstone with cave made gems lie like pearls placed by far sea oysters.
White colored calcite runs grace thy walls, limestone tubes yea show here.
You seem sphere alone having wetsome ever present old moistures.
See thy huge chambers lie draped in a velvet lined darkness.
Bright lights are wired high to show way down steep climbs, stairs made by man.
Daylight has no place in thy cold depths' seen utter bleak darkness.
I try to paint awesome sight; neither nice speech nor fine lines can.
Freetail bats use cave as home hanging most high from domes' ceilings.
Seen by all they leave their lone sanctum late seeking live insects.
Aye, piles of guano sell, so many make wise astute dealings.
These sage men make countless guano treks; they mine, not one objects.
Strange twisted shapes made of calcite, helicite reflect thy will.
A quiet deep darkness, guano and Freetail bats show eyes still.

Scarred Caverns

For what we harm,
let peace touch
not us

but cast afoot
deep within scarred
caverns to find

alas it is in
this everlasting hollow
that roots find life

Caves and Caverns

CAVES AND CAVERNS                                                   Acrostic
      
                        Caves since ancient days provide
                        A safe den for animals to find,
                        Violent or timid being of any kind
                        Even haven for primitive humankind.
                        Shelter by Nature primarily defined

                       Aesthetic art in drawing-painting engraved
                       Naïve human carved scripts on walls of cave,
                       Designed illustration of prehistoric era saved.

       Cavern the deep extension of cave dug by Nature,
       Accommodating, protecting hidden treasure to nurture.
       Varied colored hanging icicle stalactite with tips pointed,
       Erect upward grown stalagmite  tips rounded.
       Running water yields wax-like stones, crystalline pool spar to explore.
       Normal mineral deposits of water drips in walls, ceiling or floor
      Spectacular wonderful exhibit of Nature to enjoy and adore.

  08/05/16
            
 
   Edited on 04/10/20

          Third Place
 'STRAND PICK 7' Contest by Brian Strand

On Visiting the Luray Caverns

On Visiting the Luray Caverns

When I was a child in my younger days
My parents took me to the caverns of Luray

It was a place with huge, colored stalactite forms
With sharp stalagmites rising to meet the norm

Jagged like icicles of mineral and clay
Became objects from life we see everyday

Ice cream, false teeth and organ pipes
While mirror lakes reflect earlier Earth in sight

Sometimes sheer as cloth or scrambled egg
Pointed fangs and huge arms and legs

The sky blue wishing-well is like a dream
You think that’s the bottom, so it would seem

It’s amazing the shapes a cave will take
To think it's been four million centuries to make

Powerful and beautiful are not precisely right
To describe the majesty of this natural sight

For me Luray Caverns was quite the rave
The miracle of God’s gift called a cave

8/3/16

Caverns of the Heart

Cracked crevasses
miles deep
Explode in thundering booms
as they spread
into hollow and empty rooms
Replacing the chambers 
of a bursting heart
with desolate echoing caverns
Splitting what remains apart
unraveling the fabric of our life at the seams
We are carved by an unforgiving river
fed by frigid tears and scissor-like streams
Pulverized into a frozen slush of memories
Suspended in our regrets and fears
we are trapped and abandoned
In an endless flow of irretrievable years

© Cornelia Mattioli aka Flying Angel 2015

From Your Heart's Caverns

from the heart's caverns
fly out the malicious bats
your poisoned winged words

Eileen

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