Climbers Poems - Poems about Climbers

Sometimes we find the strangest things about. Like polka-dot turtle shells or diamond studded tree roots. Occasionally grace is given to those who can see a teddy bear tree. Disguised as a round clump of prickly ends that sit high up on leaves until the arms and legs...

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Rugged cliffs against the mountain face Shown rising from the morning’s mists, Silvery tan like discarded slate sparkling Residue of mica in the mineral-rich stone. Climbers shinny up the mountain face Slowly, cautiously moving toward a goal, The summit beckoning to a victory won Breathless and weary they upward climb. written March 20, 2022...

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To be ordinary is extraordinary, To be still is a mad endeavour, To be sad is easier than happiness, To get by, a challenging venture. The battle starts at dawn, Does it end, there's no way to know! For the dear mother of fresh thoughts and Joyous health, let him wear nights away! Hope is a four letter word, Hope is...

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High limestone cliffs rise precipitously Teetering chunks carved by cruel winds Tempt adrenaline junkies who clutch The crevice, inching their bodies upward Toward the barren flats easily accessed By steps carved for more cautious souls Who come to enjoy the canyon below. Some bring along a picnic lunch basket For there are no conveniences in the wild Country where mountain-climbers risk Their lives to reach...

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Boot banter grows Telling these are innocents abroad, Flash of flesh, And free movement, The long vista taken Through the window, Fresh Segantini colours; Not long. Treading cobblestones, Draining clear water, Fit for march; Like a train, They snake, Towards defiant, misty, White caps....

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we make snow angels atop mountain we dared climb our laughter echoes...

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I from the bottom looked up Beyond the cloudless dream of sky And with my empty Decided climbing this mountain was worth the try What can a man lose going up: Some pounds of unwanted flesh Left in the ruins of communication Some puffs of breath Making the lung jubilant against the forecast Of life's cliff falls, or impending death. What we lose does not...

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