Mount Everest Poems - Poems about Mount Everest

India ascent to mount everest

India ascent to mount everest
India known to be finest economy
But dead economy echoes nation-wide
India known to be military mite
But india is outweaponised by enemy's hypersonic jets
India known to be emerging hindu nation
But no reincarnation,no salvation
does India suffers from phobia of activities deficit,phobia of sovereignty deficit,phobia of height?
india's highest peak expedition without getting eaten alive
Into the

The Clouds of Mount Everest - may you ever rest

Flapping without flying.
It feels okay.
Your scales of fur corrode.
A foul, but sweet, but warm, but damp...
Scent of something new.

You're red and blue tomorrow,
Yellow, pink, today.
But forever, I'd say grey.

You're white, dirtied, pure.
Once lost, but now at home.

If invaders must die,
Make yourself the furniture.
You can stain my doormat red,
So you can see me before we part.

And

Mount Everest

Looking at the blue sky
From the roots of the mountain,
I see the rocky plain and the snows
I start climbing it
As I give myself courage to my last step
I feel the bite of cold rocks and icy
But the beauty of the peak takes the last breath away
I raise my arms so weary
And give the great mountain

Head Swollen Mount Everest

Rest of the things on this Earth to grow Mount Everest to follow suit to grow by the hight of a school going child or to the hip from the toe of his father Mount Everest has come up nearing the galaxy of stars by 2.8 feet.

Mount Everest

Pilgrims gather at base camp
kneel at her feet,
hypnotised in awe
of her beauty entranced,

strength, endurance 
tells of victory or retreat,
visions of glory
triumphant peak dance,

outdoor expedition
deceased exposed,
mind-numbing desire
to reach suicide zone,

adjacent to trash
well preserved corpse disclosed,
gruesome mile markers
some identities unknown,

preserved in bleak time
human ice sculptures rest,
buddhist prayer flags
blow rainbows against stone ~

tranquil are the days
when winds blow

Stoned Like Mount Everest

“Time is the thief you cannot banish."
                                   Phyllis McGinley, Writer, 1905 – 1978

I,
wake up in the morning, hurry to get ready;
run

Mount Everest

It's boring I tell ya, this life we lead
Each day's the same, it's a break we need
Maybe climb Mt. Everest
Over 200 have perished
Naw, gonna ski-doo up, ride down on a steed

Mount Everest

It's boring I tell ya, this life we lead
Each day's the same, it's a break we need
Maybe climb Mt. Everest
Over 200 have perished
Naw, gonna ski-doo up, ride down on a steed

Mount Everest

It's boring I tell ya, this life we lead
Each day's the same, it's a break we need
Maybe climb Mt. Everest
Over 200 have perished
Not me, gonna ski-doo up, ride down on a steed

Mount Everest

awesome snow mountains
                           treacherous paths to the peak
                     

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

Wobbling To Mount Everest

Grumbling,rumbling and Wobbling my pen moves on the white paper,staggering as it strides onthe line Gush!it belches as horrible sound comes out from its tip,the lines are blur and twinkle stars appear.I am drunk No!not me its my pen,different thoughts flow into the mind beclouded by mundane things repelled by celestial beings Why!why am I

On Seeing a Photograph of Mount Everest

On Seeing a Photograph of Mt. Everest

By Elton Camp

Some things are better from a distance admired
I needn’t be “close and personal” to be inspired
I have no need to make any personal inspection
So as to develop an appropriate degree of affection

Mountain climbing would surely be last on my list 
Of adventures and experiences not to be

My Mount Everest

I conquered the
Mt. Everest ofdistrust and
pain that kept anchored me down like a sunken ship in the Atlantic
your verbal abuse kept me off the radar
as I hid away my shame
my dismay was my watery grave
 
My lonesome journey was onerous
My arms and legs began to shake
I had to let go of my heavy baggage.
The weight

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