Mountainous Poems - Poems about Mountainous

I don't know what I am The dream from which I'm waking has left me in a trance A dissociated state kept separate from yesterday Where the immediate is all there is of me at all There is nothing here but me Neither bush nor building for as far as I can see And I struggle to discern without anything external Whether...

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Mountainous majestic meanderings mixing masterfully merriment momentarily made monumental mistake many munched meat, majesty’s masterful melody of melding....

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If consciousness were to exist beyond the self What opinions might it change Can something exist outside its space Can something be something it’s not Is time the new slave to the master it birthed Can the end be started again Can the future or past exist on their own Can...

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Don't you wish, you were, Free As to open your arms wide Pretending they are angels' wings And take off From your confined space To glide over lands and seas To reach the top of the highest mountain And to sit there Still free Bared and unguarded To enjoy the sight of clouds Clouds, trying to communicate with you Through the images that they convey And leave to you...

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The keys to a duck monument are timely hidden by an egg basket. Egg baskets can play marvellous games of ball in the high season when the brilliance of the sun passes through the earthenware titles like a mist above an ocean. How rather ravishing it is to witness the race of the sea lions,...

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surpassing sublime pristine majestic waters mountain footstool drop Barbara Washington...

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Water pool rippled as mountainous tears poured; cascading rapids spray fallen boulder with foam. Cleansing impurities that winter and spring stored; refreshing mother’s evergreen menagerie home. Cascading rapids spray fallen boulder with foam; singing its babble, echoing against high rocky cliff. Refreshing mother’s evergreen menagerie home, with earthy rustic aroma in each new whiff. Singing its babble, echoing against high rocky cliff; surging under...

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An angel with her hands of equal height, Her foot in the water, Looking down on a man, Sitting in a park, Reading a book. The book is called The rise and fall of the third Reich....

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Crowned by golden rays, Copious kingdom obtains: Tiara of light....

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