Himalayan Poems - Poems about Himalayan

She found a job near Annapurna and when she trekked around a turn It was like walking into a wall of beauty, awesome like a burn It sometimes stopped her cold; this display words could not surpass: Alpenglow on distant peaks, flags on a mountain pass. Her ancestors lived by Polish rivers, but none were like Dudh...

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It is too many Peaks towering high Snow-capped giants scraping the sky Mighty Himalayas Cold winds howl and icy blasts sigh It is too treacherous Those jagged peaks were so perilous Glaciers groan and shift Avalanches roar, and the danger is furious It is too remote Villages clinging to precipitous slopes Narrow trails wind ?Few dare venture where only mountain folk cope It is too unforgiving Altitudes leave...

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Better to reach for something and miss than to hold back playing it safe Destiny in the intention and choice hesitance falling from grace Better to be adopted by truth in flight than the orphan of a lie Where words and music marry as one on the highest mountain —you climb (The New Room: January, 2024) ...

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There's an eatery here in my hometown I'd heard about, That features exotic wild animal fare so I thought I'd check it out! I perused the menu and here are a few examples of its bizarre cuisine: Slow-broiled and marinated Indian elephant spleen; Delectable bar-be-qued Texas style rib of rattlesnake; Tender sixteen-ounce portions of grilled hippopotamus steak; Choice butterflied pork tender-loin...

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I have seen you flash by Amidst thick green foliage and swaying pines Like a distant silver dream On receding skyline But was never satisfied For a close encounter I craved I did then go up The Space Needle in Seattle Hoping to have a clear view Of your snow-clad balding pate That thought profound thoughts Against mortal blues of the empty sky But, alas, you remained Elusive...

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Why am I hurt so sore, my folks Why does my heart bleed Why do I take it so personally Why do I need to worry at all Yesterday my General, his men And the family were here in splendor Today they are nowhere to be seen Men in uniform were together for breakfast But for lunch, they will never...

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waterfalls thunder down Himalayan peaks, cuckoo calls pierce echoing mountains, April displays stalls of flowers for customer bees, pines wait, wearing overalls of pearl white snow, river flows silent between walls of ancient rocks! Something beautiful in 5 lines poetry contest Charles Messina sponsored written 07/Nov/2021 rhyme see bold highlighted words...

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Imagine me the creature in broad daylight with green metallic crest as I flaunt a copper plumage wild and free whilst feathering my nest native of the Himalayan range I scale the sun drenched mountain peaks the zoom and swoop spirit I encapsulate when skimming gold vein creaks I dwell on red oak conifers or alpine meads bound by rock-strewn ware pale...

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The view is one of rare and ineffable beauty as our plane passes over the Himalayas. Mountains, enveloped in dense forests embroidered with meandering rivers and streams exude the soothing radiance of green. The sky is a panoramic show of clouds appearing in myriad forms: layers of vapor surging forth; fluffy balls floating around or nestling against mountain peaks; a goddess...

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A sarcastic frown; Labeled grumpy old feline; Still beauty is found. ...

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Himalayan Trip-Trap They poured in, before the deluge To surpass the natives in numbers folks in their cribs -through-hearse stages, trusting like kids, a burnished sky, blue-white, a cocktail of the wrong and right, and the mountains, inwardly grumbling , darkly forbidding… Snaking it up to the high spots of...

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As the bus rode through the molting pine forest and the crumbling ochre rock formations; bits of colorful cellophane litter brought the only relief to the eye. Inside, behind a profusion of people, boxes, backpacks and assorted baggage babies slept. The bus creaked, shook and groaned its way down the serpentine, asphalt, mountain track. Passengers chattered away in Indian, Nepalese, Danish and English, abrasively punctuating...

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The young men sat, planted under the overhang like the pansies and geraniums that surrounded them in boxes, as the rain pelted the terra-cotta terrace. The mountain air was sharp with the taste of lightening. Having bid farewell to the arched shard of a rainbow across the valley, they sat tensely watching the celestial bombardment of Katmandu. The lightening stoked the...

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