Climbed Poems | Examples

She Climbed the Poison Tree and Lived to See the Leaves

She climbed the poison tree with care,
Its bark a warning, dark and rare.
With every step, the whispers grew,
Yet onward, up, she bravely flew.

The branches twisted, thorny, grim,
Their shadows casting doubts within.
But she, undaunted, scaled the height,
Her heart a beacon in the night.

The leaves, they shimmered, toxic green,
A beauty fierce, both felt and seen.
Their veins like pathways to her soul,
Each touch a challenge to her goal.

Above the world, she reached the crown,
And gazed upon the land, looked down.
The poison flowed, but she stood tall,
For she had conquered, risked it all.

The tree that sought to bring her end,
Now bowed to her, a silent friend.
She lived to see the leaves' deceit,
And found her strength, her own heartbeat.

Wall Climbed For Crying

Suffocating from their world, breathe dark—
Block in the orbiting around each other’s heart;
Hidden the face, barring like glass,
Rather than pull the reverse of an upturned mask.

Granite waxes high, to fill the rim within,
Mute even as the maddening tears sink in.
Their stares break upon my stony back—
Cannot be met when I face this pass.

But from inside, comes a deep white rose bloom—
Open in my throat, but there to
Cut; share in a writhing thorn—
Where a chunk of the flesh is torn.

Clammy and Spent Death Has Climbed Off Me

So many dead bodies have climbed up
on and down off me
where my head rests it is wet there
and clammy.

The smell of it
when plunging deep into sleep
feeling by the depth I can taste
what I see
as it came and went in my dream.

If I can't see, it can see me
other's rested here
in death, death is a dream a dream few have
shared.

Low I may lay and it's humid and hot
I can't catch my breath
while the red chili hot peppers
down my neck have long since left.

Dead not in death though through the
living there not
as one after another they climb up
and get off.

I'Ve Climbed

I’ve climbed a lot of life’s mountains
Seen view after view
Moved with ups and downs in life
The best that I can do
I’ve made mistakes or worked too hard
Held onto dreams I can’t discard
Wrapped memories with bows and a smile
Had getaways to escape for a while
I’ve loved and hurt, had loss and gain
Doing my best to survive and sustain
I’ve learned a lot and created much too
Laughed, danced, dove into life straight through
Still, with each day that is new
I know in my heart, it would be better with you

Heidi Sands

9/25/19

Would Climbed Walls of Canyon

Would Climbed Walls of Canyon

We would climb walls of a canyon;
God did chose us to be companion;
Us together;
Any weather,
As well as Him being our champion.

Jim Horn

Tommy Climbed a Tree - Wayra Up High

Bubbles are popping 
Landing on children's noses 
Some float too high...can't catch them 
They rest upon the leaves 
A few band-aids for Tommy's knees
  


For some odd reason I can picture Mr. Tom Cunningham as this adventurous young lad (lol) This one's for you Tommy Boy!



Wayra Poetry Contest 
Sponsored by Nette Onclaud 
8-13-2019

I Climbed a Tree

I climbed a Tree
I climbed a tree to see the world I never felt more alive 
I climbed a tree to see the world and see why I should live 
I climbed a tree to see the world and all I saw you was you 
I climbed a tree to see the world and it has nothing more to give
I climbed a tree to see the world and then I took a dive 
I climbed a tree to see the world and I never felt more new
I climbed a tree to see the world and now from there I hang 
I climbed a tree to see the world and u never came
I climbed a tree to see the world and you're the one to blame

A Bear Climbed Over the Mountain

A  Momma Bear Climbed Over The Mountain 

And What do You Think She Saw 

She Saw Another Mountain 

So that Momma Bear Climbed that Other Mountain 

And So On

And So On.....


As She Looked up into the Heavens 

Careying Her Cub this Far

Never Looking Back

Their Destiny is in Gods Hands

Faith in the Lords Love has brought them many Miles and over many Mountains 
 
Momma Bear Prays Everyday that her Cub may find her way......

...and May have Peace again in Her Day.....

A Rock I Once Climbed

He traipsed toward my face.
My grey, imperious majesty.
Impervious to strong fingers
and rubber-soled feet

His face set, hard as my stone, 
bearing a load as heavy as avarice,
hungry comes my challenger.
This conqueror of realms, 
remains of breakfast travelling on his lips

My unshaven face looks down upon 
this approacher, encroacher. Poacher
of the peaks and the torrs.

I am the absorber of shadows and
giver of light. Bringer of Sunday School
picnics and kites that catch the wind 

Faced with this venal subterfuge,
my draw bridge is raised, my
crevices inaccessible. 

My many jagged limbs,
created by the sea and the wind.
I am the perfect lure to the foolish
and the last sightof the dying

I cast my gaze upon the mirrored sea, 
my only neighbour,  whose waters hold 
firm under the weight of the working boats.
Bows powerless to escape the tension of her surface

You see me as rock. But, I see you too. 
I see the fear coursing through your veins 
like a virulent disease. A Flea upon my chest

Climbed Mount Everest

Climbed Mount Everest

Well my mate can't wait to celebrate
Only worry about fate when we are late
If a disaster it still does turn into
We just might be among the very few.

Maybe we have to go and then hide
Before they start of the downhill slide
And in private we both must confess
We have ended in in one hell (heck) of a mess.

Currently way were are now situated
A little longer we should have waited
Before all of our money had been spent
And you decided to run for President.

Personally, thought I would have forgotten
To me whole deal seems very rotten
Some cute Republicans trying to confess
That I am responsible for all of this mess.

So had an idea as usual that is bright
Suppose I bug their phones every night
When times trail off and are gloomier
I could create an incredible rumor.

When times are sad and also very bad
Wouldn't each of you be terribly glad
I only did one thing that was worst;
Name is Hillary and climbed Mount Everest.

PS. 
Some people say I had committed a crime;
They said my poems took too much time.

James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran

Climbed a Jagged Mountain

Razor top peak cutting the sun,
A full day sliced in two before my eyes.
Then a breeze burns this face without fire.
My legs cramping and giving out, yet I can't feel it.

These delicate little orbs of vision, 
Protected within goggles frozen to my bitten skin.
An evil wind sings a death call in ear;
While I cling to a giant that doesn't know I exist.

Still, you'd swear it was alive,
Whispering threats at speeds that surely can kill.
Just one little sneeze,
Could blow this human bug from its wall.

I thought about giving it a hug,
But this unmovable monster is too damn big.
Could easily die falling into its belly button;
Finally past its private parts, so I'll just keep climbing.


Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved

Limerick: Once a Great Doubter Climbed Jack's Bean Stalk

Limerick : Once a Great Doubter climbed Jack’s Bean Stalk

  for the raped 5-year-old Indian girl next door

Once a Great Doubter climbed Jack’s Bean Stalk
Cried : « For what Crime 5-year-old was debauched ? »
He got no true hearing
Slid down no more doubting
Now stalks 4-year-olds on dark side-walk.

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2013

The Ape Climbed Up the Drapes

The Ape climbed up the drapes
 just to get to the juicy grapes!
The Ape filled up his pajamas
with very sweet creamy bananas !

Jim Climbed the Rainbow Today

The first step was violet, the color of the flower,
The second step was indigo, the color of a thunder shower,
The third step was blue, the color of a lake,
The fourth step was green, a field of hay to rake,
The fifth step was yellow, the color of corn,
The sixth step was orange, a gorgeous summer morn,
The seventh step was red, the color of the rose,
Like the ones he planted for Ruby, a little while ago,
He walked on tall and straight until he reached the golden gate,
Then God put out his hand to welcome Jim to his band.
While he's so far from you, he's in good hands you see,
The angels love his stories, while he waits there for thee.

                                              Cile Beer

written 1999

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