Short Snow Capped Mountains Poems
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eagles
encircle
snow-capped mountains
in search of other
eagles
Tribute To
The Bald Eagle
Also Entry For
Brian Strand's
A Rondel Contest
Show I not scrapers of skies, but majestic
Snow-capped mountains in alpine glow.
Show I not individuals of plastic;
But verdure and sylvan where songbirds show.
A fresh green shine engulfs my island
Each Spring, it becomes an emerald
Surrounded by a sapphire blue sea
Encircled with steep snow-capped mountains
My Earthly paradise, home sweet home
Take a pencil in your hand
It becomes a magic wand
Transports you to most distant lands
Snow-capped mountains, desert sands...
Place it gently down, my friend
'Till you next depart again
To Climb a Mountain
Snow capped mountains...Ascending to the skies
Perilous journey...Hard fought
Gods' grace awaits...Praise him
Whilst the sun slowly sinks
Beneath the snow-capped mountains
Dark-rimmed clouds drift high above
Red-orange skies shroud the sky
V-shaped geese honking afar
Darkness creeps on mirrored lakes
Gold eyes wink as dusk sets in
Majestic and tall,
This velvet antlered stag king
Patrols his realm so
With herd so mighty
Hinds bow heads as he passes;
Newborn calves frolic
Highland heather blooms
Snow capped mountains, horizon view
Kingdom of the glens.
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Memories of garden walks
Primrose paths, intimate talks
A coin tossed wishfully in a fountain
Gazing up at snow-capped mountains...
Lazy Sundays in our reading chairs
Sunset, sipping tea in our town square
The glow of ruddy cheeks twilight demarcates
A last toast to Friendship ~ to sow and cultivate
In my travels
I seek thee
Amongst the snow capped mountains,
The scenic valleys,
Meandering rivers
That meets the turquoise sea
The rolling meadows
And sprinkling streams
The azure sky above
Connect me to the supreme being
A transcendental journey
That invigorates and rejuvenates me
On a spiritual level
rocks and blue water stillness far snow-capped mountains- peace for this sad soul
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February 20, 2016
Poetry/Monoku/stillness
Copyright Protected, ID 16-759-801-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Monoku 7,
What you see and feel in image,
sponsor, PD
Seventh Place
rocks and blue water...stillness of snow-capped mountains...hidden birds calling
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February 20, 2016
Poetry/Monoku/the stillness
Copyright Protected, ID 17-9750-10-0
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest, Monoku 1: Your Best (old/new)
Sponsor, Silent One
First Place
No one asks troll woman her age
She is older than the petrified forest
twice as old as the snow-capped mountains
Savvy, sage, seasoned, Smithsonian-trained
Hard-working too her followers report
Her fawning fans glom onto every word
Embellishing her feats with adjectives of grandeur
She stacks rocks on her head, consuming none of their flattery.
a glacial lake
reflecting snow- capped mountains...
mirror image
dripping water
suddenly frozen...
ice sculptures
two penguins
waddling through snow...
happy family
antarctica
inside my bed room...
animal planet
© kash poet
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Placement: 3rd; (Dec.2011)
Contest:Pictures of Winter
Sponsor:john freeman
White
By Michelle Morris
27/10/2020
White is seen as purity,
In the peace of a dove or driven snow;
It is the reflection of all the colours
in the rainbow,
And of rarity in nature...
From the fluffiness of clouds in the sky,
To snow-capped mountains gracious,
In hearts pure and filled with joy,
White is a penguin's iceberg haven...
© Michelle Morris, 2020
Dear earth sorry?
We are very bad humans
We have destroyed you
We have taken away yours emerald meadows
We have cut down tall forests
We have taken away your blue oceans by damping our trash
We have taken away your brown soil from your bottom
We have taken away snow capped mountains from the skies
Sorry is not enough
Sorry is not enough
But dear earth we are sorry!
my eyes gazed
over the doting sun
while i focused on
the tall pines that
lined the darkened forest
i'd remember laughter
a quiet timing of tranquil
thoughts nestled so
beneath me i suppose
the snow capped mountains
craves my warmth as i
craved the divine beacon razs
gently time calmly left me behind
WRITTEN BY YOLANDA JOY NICHOLSEN
Down below the snow capped mountains stood a woman by the Muddy waters.the water flowed down through the river bed premonitions went through her head. Green acres stretched from side to side distancing beauty of a great find.a picturesque sight of beautiful landscapes shown brightly as the snow melted off the hills to the valleys below. Birds sang joyouslyand as clear as the morning sun.
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In the nighttime hours
As the world deftly creeps by
I summon my powers
Spread my wings and fly
Past cotton clouds,
Snow-capped mountains, white
I am lost and I am found
I am beauty and blight
Past the midnight chimes
A soul searching for home
Tangling myself in rhymes
So as to not feel alone
Catch the updraft of hope
Friendship sun on my face
My place in this world in scope
Loathing, with love replace
White gown flows like wind blown snow
Even with delicate features, she rides magnificent creatures
Her attributes, heavenly shaped curves, delicious smile
Divine jewel green eyes like set emeralds
With powerful and fine hands she steers her steed
Dynamic cloven hooves pound the passing earth
Snow capped mountains swell with each gait
Toward the towering castle of her dwelling
for the contest "Rain the story"
Nick Faber
Breathless
Morning dew at its best
natures bloom, a soft caress
crisp winter days and long nights
earth is calm, as if taking a rest
Cascading waterfalls behind the bay
birds chirping, fish at play
glinting light scorching dry rock
a painters easel of disarray
Rippling creeks,snow capped mountains
a magical journey through a desolate land
decaying bark and overgrown brush
some things will never be
just a barren wasteland…..
Snowfall
As the snowflakes slid down in air,
the winter resumes its perfect flair,
Our warm breaths smoke,
the frozen engines choke,
Shiver smiles in conditioned rooms,
stars wink to the hearts in gloom,
White cover gives a tight embrace
shining to bright sun's morning grace,
Snow capped mountains and trees enthral,
As passion heats up the mystic snowfall.
Written Nov 20th, 2015
For contest by Shadow
Fifth place win
People bat these words around -
Majesty and grace;
Yet it's hard to find them both
Embodied in one place.
I've gazed on snow-capped mountains,
Seen that Canyon, truly Grand;
And loved Sedona and the red rocks
Of that native land.
But when I saw the redwoods
Jutting straight into the sky,
No words could paint that picture
So I will not even try.
I will repeat majestic, though,
And that will have to do,
For once you see those trees
I think that you'd be humbled, too.
The silence of the park,
seizes the hour of dusk,
where majestic snow-capped mountains
adjoin the skies of midnight blue,
a halo of light encircles the
quiescent scene highlighting
a child's red jacket left behind
on the end of the slide,
the playground is the sanctuary
of childhood beginning and
childhood ending----it is where
laughing and yelling are allowed to be,
especially at midnight when the
spirits of frolicsome adventure overtake
the child in all of us.
Floating on a universal stream,
Spellbound in numerous forms,
Drifting onward forever it would seem,
Live to love the sphere in which we are born,
It chronicles our life,
From ancients clad in light,
To the beginnings when all is ripe,
Live to love with no end in sight,
Snow capped mountains, untouched moors,
Expansion of green, extension of shores,
Highland in blue shadows, vivid white clouds soar,
Let us smile upon a new day, let us live to love forever more.
(2017)
Heidi comes to mind the instant I hear the word Switzerland.
I see snow-capped mountains, sparkling waters, vast meadows
Bern tour will include medieval clock tower and Muenster Cathedral
I will include Lucerne’s chapel bridge and Montreaux, on Lake Geneva
Dare I visit the berg of Zermatt, named for Alpine’s meadows?
Do you realize this is a car-free resort town?
I may have to peek at Geneva, home to peacekeeping organizations
Peacekeeping and neutrality the mainstay of Swiss politics.