Long Reach a peak Poems

Long Reach a peak Poems. Below are the most popular long Reach a peak by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Reach a peak poems by poem length and keyword.

PINNACLE

With a piggyback of hopes and dreams, I set forth to reach a peak.

Along bed of roses, rocks and tall sharp weeds, I harvested golden grains of progress. The days and nights rang a wake-up kiss on my head. They told me: "Move on, move on...Don't ever give up..."

There are rainy days on the way. A rain shower teased my climb halting me for awhile. Some so strong, I faltered - gained some wounds. Some directly stabbed my heart. And somehow, sometimes they even knocked my very soul. Although tough thunder tremors shook me, I fought hard to stand still continuing my climb. 

Each height I step onto, I came to know moon and stars. Some of them began a war with me. Some of them a veil of fraud. But blessing, most have shed a continuing guiding light.  Some hugged me. And wanted me to stay but some pushed and pressured me until I am all like a dripping sponge. 

The potpourri situations brought  me: a ladder closer to our God. His faithfulness and unfailing love a durable adhesive to my persistence and dreams.

A rainbow after each rain drew a promise of sun-kissed days. They melted the cold lonely years away. They permitted me a walk and run to heavenly meadows. Finally, I reached the pinnacle where grins a forever familiar tale.


(c) Olive Eloisa
2:07pm
October 01. 2012

© Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser  

Better things are on the way.
This goal comes from the heart.

It depends straightforward of your array.
Utter how genuine the sparks are to impart.

Evoke positive remarks over the life tray.
Believe you will reach a peak; be smart.

Bestow blessings at home every day.
Relish your day's blessings not being apart.

Note how your bones crack and decay.
Every day, the sun rises as the day starts.

Assist people grieving with little sway.
Rays dazzle with dazzling praise and darts.

Always strain to forecast for the coming day.
A stern warning of the following song's art

This planet will surely sing and play.
Accept slight setbacks, don't throw hope chart.

Written: December 2nd, 2022

© Sotto Poet  

Lithesome steps lead me to an ancient 
 temple 
Perched across a bay, weeds and 
  hyacinths curl between my feet, 
Where mist refills bowl of cotton clouds 
As rustling breeze ascends on skyline's ladder.
 In stillness, I lounge on the pew to whisper unsaid psalmic devotions
 for a world which aches for calmer  
 retreat-- 
That I reach a peak where the mind 
  becomes absent-- 
Then I hear them , a medley of peals
 Lifting me higher in regulated tempo from gong 
 rhythms, 

A music swelling in warm temperance Until warm kiln of light and radiant 
  fireflies stir my kundalini.
On this treasured moment, a sentient 
  energy 
Cleanses  my beingness from  past sins -- mortal and venial-

 That I listen to the clang of my inner child's soft echoes entering my veins:

 Somewhere in blank spaces, bells swing of 
   innocent laughter...a treble,
   a clap 
   bringing me to the kindness of youth,

 And my body stays quiet, welcoming this rite of 
  passage on days when the spirit calls for an 
      interlude's break...a meditative
 connection with 
      the self--
      without the need to speak.

© Nette Onclaud