Cliff Poems - Poems about Cliff

And when i climbed the mound of grass The sun set at a stop Birds came swirling round Outcrops in the light Waves crashed under, instability; Glass houses and rocks. I think i got there. I think i managed, because i could see so far out And when i set up my gear To yell out to the climbers I cupped my helping hands around...

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On a cliff I stood alone A night so dark, with no place to call home The wind it howled, like a mournful sigh As I gazed out, at the darkened sky The stars above they twinkled bright But brought no comfort, to my troubled night The world below, it seemed so far away As I stood there, with nothing to say The...

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Lonely is the one who only ever follows Cursed is the one who chooses his own path. For neither ever will be truly satisfied. A problem such as this Doesn’t seem to exist for a sheep. Even on a cliff’s edge, A sheep is neither hurt nor dead. Perhaps only weighed down by his own coat. Perhaps that is...

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there's no one around you see it's just me and cliff ear buds help cushion the volume my smartphone warns me it could damage my ears i put it at full volume it's 9:40pm and the family are asleep this could go on all night cliff said he was proud he never adopted a hedonistic rock and roll lifestyle and never...

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One nerve-wracking race Is motor bike cliff climbing Grand finesse with grace....

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Behold sequestered by the sea, not whale, nor seal, nor small sand-flea. This is the face of old grand Ewe, whom from the cliffs, has come to view. Though slit-eyed stare, gazes at the ocean, watching it move in glorious motion. And then slowly moves across the land, as trotters deep in arduous sand. But none the less, the ewe finds the rock, somewhere...

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Tho' bore your fate 'tis artless place you lone Your girth--your hold freedoms--your claims be more Restrained your gambled trade choice place bemoan Shewn thee frankly tho' toughened be your core Afoot they'd maketh treads besought a door Shameless their upbringing, relieves doubts--be Natheless, some uncharted may answer for Behold yond harbored shoreline midst the sea Feign thunders crash a cloudless sky--unknown Truth betold...

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CERAMISTA cliff leach impermeable   & opaque functional   translucent   vitrified faience   undervalued engobe  terra       signposts burnished & defined ...

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The mountains of the mind are not high, peaks that raise no taller than the spike of a moment, and yet, to climb them can be treacherous, thoughts can be avalanches. Better to just watch, those bluffs, buttes, and cliffs as if on an oscilloscope, let them pass you by as meaningless blips....

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I have one thousand eyes There are two on my head Nine hundred ninety-five in my mind Three of them are dead Two see a screen Ten see a light Five see a glass Moonshine or insight I have two voices One rests in my lungs One covers my heart Squeeze the ba-dum One speaks so quiet It is asked to speak up One screams to the abyss That it...

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The brightest yellow ball is dilute on the vast blue horizon. The heavenly peace that the restless breezes create is indescribable. It might be the last day for overthinking minds, unsettled feelings, and unwelcoming miseries. This huge wave will eventually erase them forever. What...? Why does this chameleon mind get shocking, frightful, suddenly thinks about the good things, unlike any...

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Looking down the waves below Crash at the bottom of the cliff In which i'm careful not to fall from. Though the thoughts in my mind try to convince me otherwise, I remind myself it's okay to be alive. It's okay to be grateful to breath And have blood flow underneath My skin that has been scarred By the world...

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Emerald Waves crashing, lapping, frolicking on the tranquil seashore…. I watch, I reminisce, I close my eyes… alone, standing on a cliff! A Buddhist temple on the sublime shore, chimes soaring from above, I drown myself in a tranquil reverie, inspiring my creative imagination. Aha, I remember my serene childhood, remember the days when revelling on the shore with...

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As I watch the magnificent waves out at sea, on their journey back to me, I think of all the brave sailors and fishermen who became victims of the fury I see below. The violence portrayed and the helplessness of a tiny ship caught off course. Tears moisten my eyes. Lamenting over the erosion that years...

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Somewhere partially due east Of Hunching Cliff On the Jurassic coast Where the Old Lighthouse Used to stand it's ground Battered intermittently minutely Against the wave's and constant tide With only the steeple rock formations As any form of barrier or protection Without it's blinking search light Now sleep's ever more come The darkness under cover of solent night It no...

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