Cliffs Poems - Poems about Cliffs

Losing Face

One may see puffins and parrots
any hour of the week
both birds bear a big colourful beak
the former pelagic feed on fish
and live in large colonies on coastal cliffs
tho' monogamous collectively breed as a bunch
but with renown as the Atlantic sea clown
in Iceland several are served as lunch
the latter arboreal primarily frugivorous
toco being by far the

SECRETS OF THE OCEAN

As the tide retreats,
the shore unveils a tapestry
of deep garnet and crushed ruby sand,
spread before a mosaic of polished rocks.

Towering above,
the jagged cliffs rise steeply,
their weathered faces carved
by relentless waves.

Ancient glyphs emerge,
whispering timeless secrets
to the ever-listening ocean below.

In a sea of time, where the waves of memories crash against forgotten cliffs

In a sea of time, where the waves of memories crash against forgotten cliffs,
There exist those rare beings, lost between the niches of destiny and the shadows of dreaming,
Never fully rooted in the fabric of society, never bound by the dreams of the night.
Souls that seem to have been born before the first accusation of

The Cliffs of Moher

 High 
looking 
at the sea,
waves knocking them,
the Cliffs of Moher 
beyond the years, 
face future
being
tall

What A Brutal Sun That Assaults The Cliffs

What a brutal sun that assaults the cliffs
   Where cacti and mescals dare to abide!
Here and there, dozens of petroglyphs
   Decorating the canyon may be espied.

In large nesting circles neatly drawn
   In evaporating wisps and bold squares
In a sun to give thanks for every dawn
   In little

Christmas Walk

 Breath of fresh air on Christmas Day
To walk cliffs briskly and view the sea
Boat's in the harbour, anchors away
Silent good wishes to sailors from me.

Ragged cormorant on favourite rock
Immune to all festivity
Gimlet eyes sharp he takes stock
Consumed by fishing activity.

Blustery air blows quickly on my walk
Unexpectedly seeing flash of colour
Distracted when those seagulls squawk

Cliffs

A wise old man
standing up there, 
on the cliffs, thinking
about all his life and mistakes.
Everything he did wrong, 
everything he did right.

A sad and honorable man,
feeling blue, wanted to jump
to the dark and cold 
waters to disappear forever into the ocean.
I couldn't understand why. 
I could not understand 
what the problem was with him.
I managed

Imbibing the Cliffs Enthrall

Heart

Pulse throbbing, breathlessly imbibing the cliff’s enthrall. The crashing of momentous waves against the bolder rocks. The passionate heaving of whisking foam and the swollen coolness of seaside air.

Mind

Blown, for I am not a fisherman, nor reside near the cliffs. What is a haven and harbor to many is a far-fetched tale to me, but

England and Me

England our island, is being eaten by the sea bit by tiny bit,
In my life I am the island and as I age I'm feeling weaker and certainly less fit.

Our coast is slowly changing as it gets waten away,
My life is much like this, I feel like I am fading and I can feel my

Grey Haired Old Man

There once came a grey haired old man.
Or am I mistaken was it rather a ma'am?
Nevertheless he big brought gifts
And climbed big cliffs
To deliver them to his little fans.

The Cliffs Call Me

Ancient mountains 
Where I used to find fountains;
Strong; solid; soundless;
In strength and energy countless...
I feel calling me always,
I see Moses bush blaze;
The Yahweh says: I am who I am,
I see Cherubims and angels stand calm...

13 December 2022

Elixir Vitae

cow bells ring 
through verdant hills 
rolling up to cuddle  
towering gray cliffs
spraying white foam 
intoxicating Alps
where Frankenstein
concocted Elixir Vitae
and birthed a monster
rich red wine 
and a pot of fondue
on a cafe terrace 
jagged tip 
of the top of Europe peeking 
through the fluff hugging
its head and shoulders
stunning monster
the Alps
Elixer Vitae for an
old soul

Lithium - El

Lithium keeps me current
On river raft sans torrent
Dreaming by cloud tufted sky
Scoring rustic lullaby
Hands caressing cool water 
Passing coarse cliffs which totter
Lithium keeps me current

Cold Cliffs

Years have taken me to the top of the mountain,
The arrow of misunderstanding pierces me again
To the cliffs of hope pushed by words
from the bottom, fast water invites me.
*
The waters are deep, black, cold
my soul dives, tired.
Alien breeze, the mean breeze
my love down the waves blows away.
*
I drink bitterness, I swallow
I give up...
while the crying

The Cliffs of Sand and Sea

The music 
is her breath, 
or…wind…

into the open
bottle. The songs
of folk-lore.

***

Around her bon-fire, 
embers sear the sleeve,
of her Hoodie;

The sparks 
are as red
as the blood

of a burst 
aneurism.

Thus...
she could have

a "broken heart".

The sparklers
in their hands,

the flames
of our Sun,
dressing

the edges...
of Sorrento Cliffs,
that think

they could
conquer
the sky.

The beach
in a dream...
melts the sea

and sky 
into a flesh-
colored

palette
of all
light browns.

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