Rugged Poems - Poems about Rugged

Great and Rugged Pyrenees Whose solid presence demands Notice of lush valleys And Spanish oaks that dot the glens - Prevailing winds churn in wrath - I stop to breathe in them; You cut the horizon in half And grip my eye with icy hands. Your cohort - a mix of...

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The rough and rugged place. The rough and rugged place is meant to be a safe place. It’s a place where we go to pray and fellowship. It is the sanctuary of God; it promotes growth, so we should never stay away. A place where there is sometimes dismay, discord, and misunderstanding. Where broken people congregate to pray, sing, and...

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Hidden yet rugged At the bottom of the world Cool water flowing High above Hell’s barren gates High above ringed deception...

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In the heated jungle city girth the roads and highways heating heated birth Burst chuck holes crevice valleys bottomless Those the asphalt mounds needs cutting resurfacing Rugged on the streets we drive on over Chuck's holes And Tom's Bumpy are the sidewalks we stride on Cracks and holes yet we still go on With in the cityscape we travel...

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Along life’s pathway we encounter rugged patches Times when nothing seems to go as we planned, Smelling the roses is often accompanied by scratches But, overall, wouldn’t you agree life is quite grand? Written March 19, 2022...

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I walked today along a winding trail. The pathway started subtly smooth and flat, enticing me to take the hike and scale. I charged the course and started with a scat. The pathway steepened over rocks and roots I hastened forward never did I squat. Instead of walking shoes I needed boots. A trail so rugged, can make ankles twist. In rocky terrain...

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That Cross Letting earth-bound mind (and soul to) indulge thought The title of this hymn came to heart and memory And miraculously, after one "new" hymn I know not My freshly downloaded file played, "The Old Rugged Cross" Slowly but suddenly I'm a majority of one (in GOOD company) Echoing, "Cross, 'emblem of suffering and shame'" has a claim on me For...

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Life is not a straight line, It turns bad, it turns fine....

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Topography- embrace its meaning Open roadways- visually gleaning State boundaries- further we'd proceed Connect-the-dots- we'd follow their lead Deepened creases- a wider landscape Artful tearing- revived with clear tape Thumbprint dirt stained- unplanned souvenirs Revisited- discovered frontiers 3-10-2021...

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E-nhanced L-ockdown M-agnificently A-bates R-ugged G-rime A-nd R-abid D-irt U-ntil Q-uarantine U-pends E-pidemic Topic: Birthday of Elmar Garduque (June 16) Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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Marion his given name most called him the Duke, American lad made good living the dream, Started as a bit actor, B movie followed B movie he strived for more, His big break came with the movie stagecoach, Then everyone knew his name, A true cowboy rugged good looks gravely voice, Going to war with indians, gunslingers and more in his...

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by Wayne Wysocki The man was neolithic, Awesome was his might; His soul was rough and rugged, Twas made of Neolite!...

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For me, but not for my kids, it was The Old Rugged Cross teaching my ego/eco-logic crossed to believe adults could deprive their Earthly minds of sacred co-passionate investment and yet thrive uniformly healthy bodies of equitable wealthy, yet sacrificially lonely, dignity. Not until I uncovered The Blessings of the Earth and Sky (K. Patton, J.S. Bach) did I think to wonder win/win why Earth and sky, crossed...

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R-ugged wind waves goodbye, H-aving faded into the night; O-nce the twilight ends, N-ew dawn sets things A-right. E-arly morn March thirtieth S-ees the break of day; C-rimson sun Thursday O-pens the sky without delay. B-eacon bathes your heart, A-s the cold chill passes by; L-ight warms your mind, rugged wind waves goodbye....

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M-isty air early Saturday I-s nowhere in sight; R-ise of the sun begins, A-fter the long cold night. M-orn twenty-fifth February A-ims to meet the dawn; D-ay has just broken, R-ays come from the beacon. O-pen your eyes to warmth, N-o more vile weather; E-nding the chill of rain, R-ugged wind is O-ver....

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