Ridge Poems - Poems about Ridge

60 miles from Cherokee

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

WHAT WERE YOU MOST PROUD OF IN 2024

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

The Blue Ridge

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

Blue Ridge Mountains

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

Rain Song

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

Blue Ridge Mountains

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,

Home

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

The Blue Ridge Queen

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

Blue Ring Ridge

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 
    

Mountain Ridge

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

From a Rock Ridge

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

Blue Ridge Mountains

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

Alone On a High Ridge

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

In a Blue Ridge Mountain Moment

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

Miracles Happen

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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