Mountains Poems | Examples of Mountains Poetry

A thousand ships through the dark nights sail, to mysterious lands and adventurous trails. With a thirst for life, I cannot rest, when one is finished, there comes another quest. I travel many paths into the unknown, with each path completed, I know I’ve grown. Though dangers lurk at most every turn, I sense I’m protected; I have no concern. I try new...

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Grandma worked for the salvation army, sorting clothes. she was part of a class called the working poor. On occasion she'd take us shopping downtown this was long before downtown went crazy. She would buy brother and I a toy-maybe a treat. Did I mention that was before downtown went crazy. Today it isn't safe for anybody, and crazy is spreading...

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Fragility is quite a strength just as the crucial bumblebees’ breath Perhaps not only titularly gentleness is stronger than severity . . . Channeling Emily Dickinson : To be a feather in a holocaust – hope, sewn in the soul, sings the song needed most A minor thought on regeneration : To regrow the leg the mantis lost – a marvel on...

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We hike the trails where emerald silence grows, The forest hums beneath the morning light, The mountain breathes in rhythms nature knows. The beach wind plays with gulls in seaward flight, We splash through waves, our footprints wash away, The forest hums beneath the morning light. By lakes so still they mirror skies all day,...

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oh, the mist on mountains rising to meet the clouds swirling like ocean waves land shrouded in a veil . .. secrets of plumes misty that the morn' will reveal...

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Touching time, towering, vast Time stands high in grand relief. Layered stories trace the past, Etched in stone, stark and brief As I wander through a layered cake of time. Guarding the desert, towers of stone, Stand watch from a tilted throne; Cracks run deep, through petroglyph grand, Relics left by human hand. sentinels of the desert Watch me wander this layered cake of...

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At Lough Allua, along the waterfront One observes a turning of the tide From river stones, which stay blunt Are nature’s creatures, who needn’t hide A little toad searches for anew Commencing a journey made by few Its passage, grows so weary Following the gravel track On its way to Ballingeary High ditches cloak edges of the roads Serving to both sides, a useful shield Tender...

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Words both good or bad are very powerful, bad words said are like a volcanic eruption to the soul. Why do family and friends hurt each other, do they not understand what it does to the other person ~ volcanic eruption of the soul takes place. These painful words and actions are like hot lava, hot lava running out from ones...

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I felt the earth moving under my roots. Very same feeling deep down as it was - five thousand years ago when Flame Mountain started murmuring and belching before. It turned its anger on all of us spewing a fire river of scorching lava burning the brush to ash, darkening all living things it touched in its flow. They call me "Methuselah The...

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Everything leads up to this adds up to this position where you think you'll be alone forever but fairly soon if not exactly next week you will meet someone in a park or stuck in traffic They will set your flesh alight slowly much too slowly and it will seem like bad behaviour you will feel as if as if you are harbouring an infection You...

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winter came early it was freezing in the mountains no shelter meant death ...

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May summons summer season, The sun is sunny, ...

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"In the echo of silence, the whispers of the Divine are heard." By Rumi I entered the winding path into the captivating vale Surrounded by ice-capped mountains and ancient trees Firs, larches, redwoods, spruce, and ash, all grand I shouted in glee: “I’m here!” All around some Echo replied. A repetitive Echo, always vibrating and mesmerising. What a singular sound...

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I wonder where, oh boulders and sand, Your spirit or heart truly stands. To you, of Stone with worn heart in your chest Surly you were once like the rest. Once A boulder perfect and formed, From the day you fell from mountain top, born. Down the slope you came and lay, To rest near a peaceful lake one day. And...

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In the thin air of my thoughts, where obstacles become mountains of time and memories, Every hurdle jumped seems to break my bones, like branches under the weight of the wind, Every daily fallen tear turns into silent sighs in the nights of solitude, Every sin committed haunts my soul like shadows dancing in the moonlight, And every last...

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