Crested Poems - Poems about Crested

The mountain was crested with snow towering in the slate gray sky Oh, how it made me wonder why? Where I am going, I don't know! A light wind whistled through the trees Could answers be calling to me? In this familiar place to be? I tried to listen with some ease. Then, it seemed the mountain did speak with strength across the frozen...

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Oh, my Red-Crested Cardinal Range You have made me want to change. To love the shrubs, grass and trees To love the foxes and the bees. The sky is blue, the clouds are fast Oh, how I wish this moment would last. The tides are running early and late. I think that this should be fate. How does the water look like glass? how...

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Fading rays of day were giving way to twilight as I stood on the precipice overlooking the ocean. Minutes earlier, I was in the arms of the only man I'd ever loved... Sean. We'd said farewell beneath windswept branches of the tree we'd been married under a month earlier. Now, I watched him waiting on...

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By shadowed lantern light I've written verses about flying fish and Charybdis' guzzling curses; of humpback whales that breach crested waves then plunge to the ocean's depth of watery graves October 16,2020 Gregory Barden's Rithimus Divisa 10 Contest a verse from 'Sailing Mystic Seas' ~ 8/28/20...

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Mighty Ocean, In your shoal I stand, peering over the swells of your surface. Your gentle waves roll upon the sand, soothing and massaging my feet with your deft fingers...ebbing and flowing in rhythmic beat. Would you be so kind to grant me something I cannot do myself? Trapped upon your shores, I have...

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I must state That I am great, I have a crest, I’m simply the best. Oh yes – I’m a Great Crested Newt! I am brownish black, With warts all over my back, My orange tum has black spots It looks just like join-the-dots. Oh my – I’m a Great Crested Newt! If I lose a toe or a leg Another one grows instead, My spots on...

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The snap of canvas sets Her ropes groaning. And She skims the waves, with wood planks moaning. A spray of salt brine; wets my lips and tongue. Nature's elixir; it helps keep me young. Foamy, frothy peaks; are crested and kissed. And indigo waves; morph into a mist. Chasing brisk breezes; she leans to one side. And I'm elated; near bursting with pride. But exaltation dies with the next swell. For emptied of...

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Steal young almonds Under the full moon As spring fades...

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Come on in again...! Let's go straight and sail In the bluewatered lakes, In the far Australian coasts; And nest in the waving water ...

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Blue crested collar man (an origional song) i'm out on the fringe with a stringless guitar the silence of my strumming can be heard both near and far hard times are a coming in a fossil loving car big men stand up with their heads in the sky angels dressed in white raise the taxes oh so...

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On the threshold of the evening Before me, mounds of dead leaves Brown, limply sodden, resistant to angry winds I stand and watch another day's bitter passage Coiled with the same winter darkness I croon my spring serenade of loneliness My voice fills the void with sad lyric Which dwells over mornings that couldn't be sung When fog hooded the appearance of the...

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