Short Ravines Poems

Our lives changed
in falling in the ravines of time,
rising on our own strengthened wings like eagles
to do our own work

Need I say anything else?...

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FOG LIKE PHANTOM STREAMS
misty beauty, white ravines
make mornings meaningful

Acacia arboretum hold fast
At the breaking before breakfast
The new day, old friends, egrets...

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Raindrops began falling,
rumbles of thunder roared,
ravines became deep chasms ! 
Reckless drivers in cars, 
refuge anywhere found,
recovery of dead . . . 
Remembrance and candles....

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Across blue canopy dwelling, eagle flying, 
great heights igniting; just keenly lofting, 
momentarily navigating over plush quaint ravines, 
swooping trees; unearthed valleys with xeric yielding zeal.

Copyright © 2010 By Caryl S. Muzzey...

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Bloody ravines
Crimson greens
Tumultuous skies
Vacuous eyes
Raucous jubilation
Sonorous ululation
Acrid slanders
Audacious satires
Languid apologies
Acrimonious envies

Man can shrug or guffaw
Makes Gods drop their jaws.

Written 05/07/2016...

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It is not possible
refuse to die
or to live...!

live in leaps
and ravines, is a way
of living too...

not even death
give us rest
in life...

Death does not release us
from life...
the opposite is true
equally... !

Death is the mother of life,
life is spawn of death...
Divine plan!...

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The sun rises in a watermelon sky

Green leaves welcome the newborn light
shivering in the crisp air

Watercolor wings amid the blooming blossoms
flutter in the breeze

The verdant high hills and gentle ravines
awaken to the Meadowlark’s chorus in Nature's melody



Bite Size Poem no48 Poetry Contest...

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Over streams
or above deep ravines,
they cling to the earth that supports them.

Having borne years of burdens, their bones are cracking;
the splintery skin of their once-strong arms now rots.
Threatened by footsteps - though few - they groan. . . .

for time is deserting
old bridges.

(Not in a contest,at least for now.)...

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Herded humans
Sweltering trains
Dead cargo
Suffering remains

Gunshot glory
Spurting spite
Guarded genocide
Barbwire lights

Warsaw widows
Stripped of food
Numbered days
Ribs that protrude

Anesthetized surgeons
Screaming knife
Smoldering smokestacks
Vacating life

Conveyor belt corpses
Rolling into ravines
Six million taken
Will no one intervene...

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Banished by Zeus’s jealous wife, Hera, 
the lively Oread, Echo, 
began to wander haplessly
into the mountain ranges
The depths of dark abysses
The doleful tunnels and
The abandoned mines,
The desolate caves,
valleys and ravines. 

Lovelorn and pining 
for her lost love, Narcissus,
the once loquacious Echo 
could now recall only 
the last shreds of 
someone else's spoken words....

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On rolling hills and deep ravines,
thunder quakes and treetops lean.
Raindrops fall upon the ground,
softly weeping without a sound.
The wings of the Humming bird sing,
quickly drinking all that sweetness brings.
Acorns swing within their trees,
winds whipping to set them free.
Little squirrels digging deep,
seeking a long hidden treat.
Mother Nature sends her call,
when upon nature the storm falls....

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That bushy tail of yours, Mr. Squirrel
   it's kind of cute, the way it curls
High on a wire, it swings back and forth
   either east and west, or south and north

On a tall tree's nut-hunting route
   you use it like a parachute
And I've seen your tail shake and shiver
   when you spot a 'babe' who makes you quiver

I'm not quite sure what all this means
   but it serves you well in woods and ravines...

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First encounter was skimpy 
unleashing a terror 
of tales. I will not find the 
perfect body of a poem.


Remember, 
the salt lake, where you were
drowned one day in the eyes
of the needle.

It was an ode for the failed 
prophecy which predicted
the fall of an author 
in the ravines of jealousy.

A trampled butterfly exudes
the yellow fumes. Meanwhile
you can draw a nude on
the road for bystanders.


Satish Verma...

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The croissants of buttered hills
glisten in the searing marmalade
of August's arid oven.
September's cinnamon swirl
scorches muffin-colored homes,
the flames smothered
as October rains
send lives and mud
sliding into the ravines
like apple butter.
On Thanksgiving morning
survivors eat fall's charred breakfast,
then praise God in church.
In the milk of spring
they rebuild,
just like the last time
and the time before that....

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What are mountains
But opportunities
To climb and conquer
Our  fears
Of  achieving
Our own
Magnificent potential
Overcoming the pitfalls
And crevasses
Loose boulders
Ravines and gorges
Dense thickets and forests
Or even bone-chilling snow
Pumping adrenaline
For a magnificent
View at the top
And the exhilaration 
Of thumping our chests
With pride
To scream into the wind
“I DID IT!”

~12 Jul 2016~...

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Have you ever cut a tree down
and counted its rings?
Or maybe traced the rugged ravines
in its bark?
Trees are so open,
their history for everyone to see.
The rings show its years,
so do scars.
If you trace the rugged bark,
would you too trace the rugged, engraved skin?
Could you understand that 
a history is shown?
A dark, somber history,
with stories told only by the number of rings,
or rugged ravines like the bark of a tree....

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Fire lets there be light in the wintry ravines
that hide between mountains of nickel and iron.
Illuminated by spouts of trickling light,
you tickle my eyes and rinse my sight in delight.

Adamantine beauty shorn from the earth's belly.
Tempting fingers, enticing tongues.

I touch you for a second and you release
invisible frost that dances then dissolves
upon my palm from which a trillion tongues
emerge to taste your transfixed light....

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Most delicate     
tragedy     
Far from ravines   
Sea knows me   
  
Air scents     
Lupines of love     
grow in the half light     

Unfolding their     
sapphire wings     
Learning to fly     
again   
  
pearlescent dew   
anoints this dawn   
I am waiting   
for the refrain   
  
of rain   
spindles weave   
axis of sky   
around   
  
gentle hills   
breathing   
in motion   
  
reflecting 
pearlescent 
painted 
ocean...

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The mind is an universe of majestic splendour
The mind is an amazing, unfathomable wonder
The mind is a wondrous refuge, a perfect haven
The mind is a sanctuary, a gateway to heaven.

The mind is a boundless, priceless treasure
The mind is a source of infinite pleasure
The mind is an origin of thoughts and attitudes
The mind is a display of mercurial moods.

Now rising, now sailing, now soaring on wings
Now descending, now plunging into deep, dark ravines....

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Lofty mountains chilled winds, ravines below,
Hotel, fountains and lanes covered with snow

I wanted to shout loud to every peak,
What would I give if I could hear you speak?

My lonely cry, Come see, Come back to me.
The mountain peaks replied, "to me, come see."

Avalanche fell down on frozen rivers,
That was her reply that brought me shivers.

Fool! What could I expect from her essence?
Let her enjoy peaceful iridescence.


8/2/2021

Placed 1...

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Arrive with me in untainted
light. Between two threats:
life and death. Falling from
mantle, there was no surrender.

Bone-deep, I will ask you a
question. What life has given
to you and what death
has taken from you ?

Read more in my eyes. You will
find the ravines of hunger. For
truth. No organic pain. Only thirst.
For a very violent rush of rains.

Ink-stained moon was willing
to cede the moonlight, even dew
to wipe out the nightmares of
your scrapped ego. 



Satish Verma...

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The blue shaded mountain of strength
Rises bold and protective into the sky
Casts secrets in the ravines of slopes
Where trails weave mysterious stories
The lake is frozen, covered all white
With ice secured beneath its cover
Until cleared, for someone to skate
The gray, bare trees stand like soldiers
So still on guard at the edge of time
Who may come and be lost to be found?
Like the few scattered leaves left laying
        On top of the frozen snow   

Heidi Sands

2/8/21...

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