Rugged Poems - Poems about Rugged

Great and Rugged Pyrenees

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

The rough and rugged place by Suzan Satchell

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

Bogomil Cove

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

Rugged Are the Surfaces-

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

Rugged Patches

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

The Rugged Trail

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

That Old Rugged Cross

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

Rugged Road

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

Rugged Maps

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

Rugged Grime and Rabid Dirt

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

The Cowboy

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

Rugged Individual

by Wayne Wysocki

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

Rugged Crosses

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

Rugged Wind Waves Goodbye

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.

Rugged Wind Is Over

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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