Short Mountaintops Poems
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Gleeful mountaintops
Wear the crown of morning sun
Envious plains weep!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
14 March 2017
Morning sun rises
Mountaintops wear golden crown
Cherished dreams take flight!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
15 March 2019
Waterfalls cascade down mountaintops
Huddling stones gathering fine crop
A pastoral reel where man can't drop
Just watching the view from eye's knobs
One needs not all mountaintops to conquer for his mark to leave in life, the right hill suffices!
(c) Demetrios Trifiatis
06 July 2016
H ippies are dirty and have long hair
I nto the Dead and fresh air
P ot growing and smokin' pot
P laying with frisbee's on mountaintops
I nto guitars and writing poems
E ating and munching at everyone's homes!
glorious spring days
lovers awaken
as roses romance
warm weather melts hearts
dancing on a song
sunlit gardens
shoot sensations
to mountaintops
heightened passion
exploding
azure skies
spark lovers
night heats
fireworks
flight
Sitting idly by the river with a fishing rod in my hand
A timeless afternoon spent in reverie, eyes benumbed
Watching cloudlets floating across distant mountaintops
I find myself all hooked up, writhing happily in the sand.
Take wing upon a hummingbird
To mountaintops amid the pines
Down rugged trails to waterfalls
Sip nectar sweet from columbines.
A song so soft to soothe my soul
A frantic dance to stay in flight
Oh beat my heart to match the wings
Gild my spirit with rainbow light.
As the political head snakes it's way
...........around the world,
it's tail,still lingers in the mountaintops
with a darting forked tongue,searching prey,
only one of two things can happen....
coil like a constrictor....or,
bite it's own tail,and cannibalize itself....
Mountaintops
Mountaintops –
Barren rocks,
Scrubby brush,
Nothing grows there.
Valley view –
From mountaintop,
Lush, green growth,
Teeming life.
People can’t grow on a mountaintop.
We grow in the valleys of life.
People can’t stay on a mountaintop.
We return to toil and to strife.
Form:
To The Mountaintops where dreams are Born
where Higher Powers and Ideals Birth Forth,
where Raging Winds Dance to the Great Dance Of Life
and in that Moment, you know that you're Alive,
and the Rivers of Salvation Serenade the Soul
For you have arrived, Up The High Road
this new year
I cannot hold on to hate
I have clutched in my heart
all this time
so I let it go
negative memories
fade like melting snow
slipping from mountaintops
like blurry scribbles
in an old diary
or a yellowed photograph
the faint outlines there
to be reminded of
to be forgiven
not forgotten
Early morning seedlings
The thoughts of a new day
Sprout from my mind
And travel up your way
In northern Italy
By train, by plane, by mail,
By digital rails
My spirit to you sails
And my heart for you prevails
Completely unveiled
Forever in the gale
That ebbs and flows aloft
These alpine mountaintops
Sweetened fair caress
Dreaming sallow mountaintops
Bleached yummy delight
Mello crimson mix
Sensing scarlet falling leaves
Mouthwatering pleasure
Russet mixed within
Cheerless delighting nature
Succumbs emotions
written for
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As five am drew, the morning scene looks like a postcard.
The ridges of the mountaintops are perfectly outlined as if drawn by a painter
Three shades of blue layer the sky
Pasted to the shades of blue sky are a half crescent moon and one very bright star
The picture perfect scene ends with a warm breeze
Molder of mega minds
Tracker of tiny time
I write mountaintops
To read the bottom line
Storm catacomb castles
Swarm like Hollywood hustle
Transform fat into mighty muscle
Warm and happy
With an afternoon apple
Fruit salad ballads
Round about rapids
Cool off in a bath of acid
Knock the voices out of my head
Using a rubber mallet
Turning this blank verse kaleidoscope towards
The ageless mountaintops....
Sealed aneath sine die scrolls amid
Probities as brass; calliope signets
Upon the colligere pages yet to be crafted
Afore....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
....Sirius, whom gazes from above!?
Note: Smile ~ "A Signet of 'Love,'" John!:) ~
Form:
Out of Ink dreams are achieved,
visions fulfilled,
knowledge instilled,
and ignorance distilled!
Out of Ink words tide over,
silent thoughts are evinced and our hands can touch them.
Out of Ink a skillful writer strikes a chord with the reader,
and so the reader becomes a runner,
leaping over the mountaintops as fast as fire burns dry grass.
the rising sun leans
on shoulders of mountaintops
beside a curved lake---
roulette of bluebirds ascend
burning tan from rhinestone light
in late afternoon
trees shade dizzy,dizzy leaves
coiled from heated glint---
petals gaily romp to play
with rings of sunshine’s last twirls
Leonora Galinta's Tanka Crazy--Sunshine Contest
by nette onclaud
A peaceful path some may call a rough road,
In succulent scents--they feel a forebode.
Me--I'm only a drowsy dreamer
pitching pebbles at all troubling times.
Searching skies for lovely rainbows,
climbing clouds above mountaintops.
A wistful wayfarer finding my way
December 15, 2021
rewritten as free verse July 12, 2022
poetry is love
like a summer rain watering my soul
in a dry land
making metaphors grow and caress the mountaintops with laughter
inner beauty coming to light on the printed page
lighting the dark places of my life with revelation
changing rhythms with peaks of distinction
carrying away all of my worries
one word at a time…
(c) 2011 PoetryofMotion!
All Rights Reserved
they'd come for me again
just like before I'd hidden underneath
the bunkers as bombs bit off chunks
of buildings shattering mountaintops
the thunder seemed to roar over
the soundless skies I'd began to wonder
if redcross would arrive in time
as fema deployed upon my entering
a Pakistani village I'd exposed myself
to hatreds war where Lucifer sat sun bathing
~ Class Notes ~
Bills don't jingle
Coins aren't single
Hermits don't mingle
Diets don't Pringle
Fingers can't fingle
Though pingers oft pingle
Wingers wings' wingle
When Bilinguals lingual
No, dirt floors haven't shingles
Nor mountaintops dingles
But the snow still tingles
The beard of Chris Cringle
~ Transcribed into Readable
Form by A. Stew Dent
My
Mind
Melts
Orange
Scattering butterflies
Singing with iridescent
Chameleons
First aqua green, then
Revolution
Clubbing twilight with both
Fists, gulped by gallons
Of planets
Parading
As thoughtless trees
Overbearing junipers
Crowding the galaxy
With shrinking
Wisdom
Unafraid of red
Ants
Colonizing advanced
Mountaintops
Millions
Of miles
Inside
My
Mind
08/08/13
© All Rights Reserved
On that day of freedom
These mountaintops couldn't speak any louder
Reaching the peak was rare
But I knew what was on the other side
One foot was at the bottom
the other at the top
Searching for their alignment
Snow capped fury
Endless worry
That only stopped when I did
I was eager to draw the line
Beaming with glorious release
As the same language was spoken
On that day of freedom