Ridge Poems - Poems about Ridge

I took my bike on Amtrak, got off at Charlottesville. Climbed up to the Blue Ridge parkway, the first of many a hill. I met a Canadian Carpenter as I got closer to N.C. He was cycling alone; his wife would meet him in Miami. We shared some jokes and when food ran low resupplied at the green valley of...

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When did your heart and soul soar, And bring you happiness galore, When did you see your way ahead clear, Was it amazing and awesome, So encompassing and wholesome, What delighted you most, Was it your help at the charity store, Which satisfied you to your core, Or was it that old man You helped cross the road, Or the little boy you helped Find...

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Not lost, but merely seek, knowledge and understanding. Both of the natural world and my mind’s space and time. What insignificant thoughts will push worries away, occupying that space, and consuming the time? On these cloudy rainy days the melancholy thoughts, come playing peacefully, like raindrops slowly falling. The deer appear often at the edge of the woods, testing things. Full knowledge of watching eyes, understanding no threat...

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When I visit another place, another state, another note Who writes its hope, its grace, its peace From the gentle rains, the tranquil rivers and streams The broken tears of a mourning dew, silent as the joy Who abides in those who hear His gentle falling from the glistening Serenity of a faded moment, a healing faith, stillness So surprising it...

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Densest fog hovers over the mountains, Blue ridges reformed, now steely, Gray as the moment just before dawn, When silence bleeds her dreams Through the still, cool light Graceful as the sigh, Wistful as the music’s rhythm Sustenance for fires, Breathed from trembling oaks, birthed by hearts, Grieving as the December storms, Shattering the moments, stricken by burning Promises, echoed on the shadows, Filling the moments, Erasing...

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In these mountains, where I’m from, peace amazes, With nostalgic beauty, its gentle praises. Silence whispers to souls, believers know love, Breathless inklings linger, a calm from above. Love this alive and perfect surely blazes. In these mountains, where the sun reflects, dazes, Harmonizing with shadows, carefree phases Beyond the oaks and pines,...

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They’ve always been there, unaware When I felt lonely, lost, longing For the presence of the light’s caress, Softly unfolding beyond the azure Skies, whispering joy over my soul, into Shimmering that twinkles, above In the skies and below, in my eyes They’ve always known me, as a child Silent and the only one belonging Beneath their gaze, in the warm haze Tenderly blowing winds...

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Queen Caroline hails one request that excellence must have no bounds, each dress displayed, shall manifest as brilliant Blue Ridge Mountain gowns. Her summer dress, a sunlight's kiss as breezes play the season’s song, such glory thrives in temperate bliss, as mountain spirits sing along. Her autumn frock adorns her frame as elements of grace unfold, her maple dress bears leaves aflame as mountain ash dons...

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Bouncing from piles of baby powder grains, ballerina feet firm balance establishing Addictive activity pulls challenger audacious Amidst busy Aussie city, solo gull glide coast Butterflies rise sucked cyclonic as lottery balls ...

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The dark blue mountain ridge like a statue in sky Clouds with freedom passing by Secure and stable mountain ridge with tint of gray A home for clouds to return Heidi Sands 4/15/22...

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Above the heat the sky is flecked with ice, high country has its own climate. The sun is no longer burning, it’s a ghost lamp swept by the rags of a coat-tailing wind. I'm on a high ledge watching. There it is - arriving out of a far place, a living cliché, a Bald Eagle It must have caught a thermal, I wonder does...

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Long ago, formed by His hand Courageous and bold Like the oak and the elm Whispering truths Silencing every doubt They call to the spirit With tenderness, inspiring A fire that brings passion Alive, wild and warm, Soothing the spirit and Coloring the will in brilliant hues Of God breathed guidance Old as time, they seem so wise Haggard and worn, their charm Is the laughing dreams That...

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My spirit flew away to far off lands, travelling over hills and vales, o'er seas and deserts dry, until it arrived high on a cold chain of ridges, where soft winds caressed my face, freshness embalmed my inner self. Perhaps that's why I saw her there, alone lying on her back, gazing up at the sky savouring the exquisite joy of...

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In a Blue Ridge Mountain moment Soft rays of light pour in Across the blue green mountains Smiling, lifting, singing praises Lighting the world with whispers Of the most gentle peace Longing to caress the spirit On wings of graceful melodies In a Blue Ridge Mountain moment Beads of dew melt webs Threaded by lonely spiders On the nights of shadowy prayers Laughing, breathing, repeating All the joy...

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You be the sea I’ll be the stone Waiting and waiting On your seashore To eternity and beyond Miracles happen Miracles happen Miracles always Happen! You be the wave I’ll be your wind Caring and caring Your waves i’the sand To eternity and beyond Miracles happen Miracles happen Miracles always Happen! You be the splash I’ll be the waiting You be the kiss I’ll be the fading Miracles happen Miracles happen To eternity and beyond Miracles always Happen! You be the tears I’ll...

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