Short Climber Poems
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... impulse throbs raw, speaks
of conquering mountain peaks,
heights grand, climber seeks ...
Happy birthday, dear Rochelle Ann,
A climber reaches the summit;
That man makes it there in less than
Fourteen hours and a minute.
Topic: Birthday of Rochelle Ann Ebanculla (March 23)
Always a climber they said.
Hardy, perennial, no need for a bed.
But the ditch was too deep,
My roots could not keep,
Your watery words
Infected by hers.
How could I grow?
You kept me in shadow.
Skillary Spillary
Sir Edmund Hillary
Climber, Philanthropist
First up Mount Everest
Liked to keep bees
New Zealand juvenile
High-altitudinal
Knighted in fifty three
Maintained humility
Loved Nepalese
a trellis cascade
creeping beauty on the fence
in pink white or red
my purple climber
been around, going somewhere
new as morning dew
pretty whites and blues
happy on my garden wall
lost in the summer
If the climb be arduous
the peak hidden in mist
He who attempts it
may cease and desist
Yet if the slope seem gentle
the mountain but a hill
Beseech Heavenly protection
for any climber unskilled
Good Climber Is Greatest Goal
Om my goodness and then do bless my soul,
Being good climber is Mexico's greatest goal;
Climbed right in,
Again and again;
As usual like Trump whole show they stole.
Jim Horn
Ivy is a climber
She climbs up on ladders and chairs
Creeps into an empty house
And climbs its creaky stairs
She just loves climbing
And never falls
The best thing she loves to climb
Is up all garden walls
Some people think climbing a hill or a mountain is easy! But as long as you are not the climber and as long as you are not wearing the shoes' of the climber , you will never know! the best remedy is to shut up! and do what ur good at.
Colors astounding
Bringing truth to the quaint realm
Fades to a mountain
A climber nearing the peak
Will find long coveted goal
Russell Sivey
Entrant into Olajide Adelana's "Dream Land" contest
1/16/2012
A rose-laden climber
bows to the morning sunlight.
I inhale the sweet fragrance
of damask delight and
Monday fades to sensory ecstasy.
The only way to begin a day.
Bite Size Poem Contes
Line Gauthier
5-31-2022
Not out of sight,
but far away
like a fresh peach
rosey on the top
branch of a tree,
he was too far
for me to reach.
Some other woman,
a better climber,
might pick and eat
that distant fruit,
or a bird perhaps,
or maybe he’ll dry up
and wither on the vine.
"There is no safety this side of Death",
admonished Father Jubal.
There's a chance we've only one more breath;
I'd bet my bottom Ruble!
My iron tongue- my lying lung!
One last dirge to be sung...
But from the depths of Hell, from Heaven fell-
I have climbed up wrung for wrung!
Evermore through winter,
Emerald leaves from east,
Excitedly scented,
Easily grown jasmine,
Enduring cold and frost,
Energetic climber,
Enjoyable by all.
You,
celestial climber,
agile acrobat
of the scrub pine.
You,
of the branch,
the thistle-fan grounded
in agoraphobia.
You,
for whom the fig tree
swells purple
with passion,
I would have this
nothing and this
no one which
you "do not" have--
how provident
the world
of the squirrel.
Khalid
Kindhearted, funny, talented, happy
Son of sweet hearted mother
Lover of drawing, music and animals
Who feels encouraged, optimistic, and joys
Who fears quarrel, blood, weapons, and wars
Who would like to fly in space, to be a paratrooper and a mountain climber
Chemistry researcher
This explorer bold man, a skilled climber,
followed own technique of an old timer.
His choice was foremost always,
wife wasn’t content with his ways,
for he never cared to wait to time her.
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February 19, 2022
Syllable count : 10 10 7 7 10 (HMS)
Contest : A New Bawdy Or Humorous Limerick
Sponsored by : Tania Kitchin
High
Where
Eagles
Dare to fly
The wind is howling
Heaving against the jagged rocks.
A climber relentlessly hangs on to endurance
Skilfully persevering till eventually the top is reached, the aim achieved.
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Contest: Fibonacci
Sponsor: Rob Carmack
Placed: 6th
I have never stopped
long enough
for deep regret --
sort of like
a career gambler
win, loose or draw
thrill really is the
bet
like the climber
not the high
low nor~ fall
but somewhere on a ledge
a step above us all --
Then, there is love
That of deity and man,
from infinite possibilities
I've yet to find
one clear plan....
A pebbly scree
crabwalks him within a dunk of fog.
He should not have climbed so early,
should have waited for a clear sky.
Disorientated,
a slogging momentum
keeps boots stumbling upward.
A swirling murk surrounds...
a sheer cliff edge confronts.
Sitting now on cold stones,
the climber waits to be rescued
by his own pale,
heavy breathing
shadow.
He climbs up rhythmically
keeping his legs
within a ring of rope
like his life.
Intuition assures
the ripeness;
life-nut falls down
from the tree top.
Just a slip
will end in all end,
but practice
rarely slips.
Though the ways are hackneyed,
he’s honeyed and free
under his calluses.
Morrows and yesterdays,
he never climbs upon.
He hugs today, green and yellow
like the coconut tree leaves.
Lobster woman climber scrambled through white lily petals of joy
Their aromatic ambiance surrounded her with the means to be happy
We are waiting, the violets urged her, no longer fearful of her claws
She had been visiting them for many moons now, and she was careful.
She still has a bit of fish smell about her, the lilacs reported to the daisies.
Pollyanna-like, the daisies remained optimistic as they waited for her visit.
the mountain is high
it's filled with stones,
the rocky slope
is prone to storms...
the peak is high
but you need to climb,
hurdles are many
but you can pass them and smile..
the icy cold wind
may chill your spine,
you may feel lonely
in the tall forest of pines...
but the peak is near,
you cannot give up,
be steady and strong,
though the route is rough...
as long as you aim
to climb above,
no one can break you
so just be tough...
HIGH CLIMBER
Above my sturdy maple –
By nature tree related –
A frisky, leaping fellow
Is lord of closed earth below
Wonder of agility
This sprite for all seasons
Knows not the gifts he’s bestowed
To what evolution owed
But goes daily surveying
Each frozen plot, fence, house top –
Careful descent, twist, turn -
Survival his main concern
He’s one of God’s high climbers
Instinct old as life itself
Mother Earth, then mortal man
Ascent the Creator’s plan
On the upland at the slope,
magnificent water tumbles.
On the talus climber stumbles,
on small, dewy leaves of grass.
To his eyes disclosed is spa,
marvelous mountains, falls and streams,
fabled landscape -
rare appearing frail flora.
Leafed trees and conifers,
crooked wood and little flowers.
Raining often – scary blizzards.
Slanted sidewalks among ranges.
There the weather quickly changes –
swiftly hunting are the buzzards.