Stalagmite Poems | Examples

the winter blues

the winter blues has a grip on me, all so tight 
   Its icy tentacles wrap around me and squeezes
   freezing my fingers and toes with its nasty frostbite 

   staving off the cold is a battle, an endless fight
   it brings forth an assortment of nasty diseases
   The winter blues has a grip on me, all so tight

   these grey days cloud over the sun, having no light
   as the icy chill roam wherever it does pleases 
   freezing my fingers and toes with its nasty frostbite 

   my blood flows like a frozen berg of ice
   and into my bones the air seeps, then freezes
   the winter blues has a grip on me, all so tight 

   frozen raindrops form like dripping stalagmite
   and the wind blows hard, never letting up or eases
   freezing my fingers and toes with its nasty frostbite 

   thunder roars. then the dark sky ignites 
   distant are the summer days of warm breezes  
   The winter blues has a grip on me, all so tight 
   freezing my fingers and toes with its nasty frostbite

Injured by an Ice Cube

Injured by an ice cube
'Tis hard to comprehend,
removal from it's tray
a spike of ice extends.

This dagger like stalagmite
did pierce my very skin,
a chilling site, believe me,
and much to my chagrin!

Some blood did run, yet briefly,
a smallish wound you see,
same ice that did the spearing
I used for healing me!

Bow To Me

A genie's lamp cannot compare,
To smoke awoken from my breath,
Slithered out in ancient swear,
Unshackled life from sudden death.

Hear me now in brazen bond,
Bow to me, before now still,
From truth ye once had to abscond,
In fevers, shaken by silent will.

From my hands,
Whose neurons lick,
The lightening to the mind.
Pineal guide to beguile,
Beneath the feet: the lands.

The tides, the sands, the echo chambers,
Stalactite caverns, incisors drip,
Chomping sedentary angers,
Stalagmite joys equip. 

Crickle, crackle,
Fire burn,
Electroluminosity, 
Cackle at the broken shackle,
Gargantuan pre-ponderosity.

Lexical endorphins breach,
The code of dialect,
Yet encrypt in empty preach,
These passwords left unchecked.

Anandamide is left to hide,
Before celebrities of bliss,
Confused by knowledge ever wide,
By eyes unknown, remiss.

Never mind,
My mind's unkind,
To those whose cerebellum lacks,
The able to unravel fable,
From facts I've meant for find.

Bow to me,
Not you, myself,
Dear reader if you chance,
Occipital, cortexical,
Step in languid dance.

I Will Pay You For Some Words

Serendipity, pollywog, persnickety, lemon, hog and peach
For these words I like to use I will give you six cents each.
Onward and upward, supercalifragelisticalidocious I like too.
Feldspar, polka dot, sapphire, nonsensical, jubilation to name a few.
Writing poetry gives me the opportunity to play other special words.
And others I like- like candelabra, stalagmite, stalactite and blackbirds.
Many times, I wake up at three a.m. hearing lines of a poem in my head.
I wonder if this will continue after I am supposed to be dead,

Stalagmite

Never have I felt the sun shine
Or heard blowing wind speak
Within this cavern I align
Frozen in stalactite confine
I dream drips of dew drops unique
Formed by the sun I seek

One of the countless stalagmite
Protect the cavern floor
Facing our northern brothers height
Waiting here unmoving, my plight
Made of their drops, solid to core
Yet I want to be more

Not to be still rock formation
Dependent of their scrap
To grow on in bright elation
Not in this darkest damnation
Not to feel like nature's mishap
To feel caught in a trap

I could be flora lush and green
Pure dew on fragile leaves
Only my wildest roots unseen
Branches with elements convene
Reaching for solar rays achieves
Reprieves by shadow thieves

I’ll wait for giving’s from above
Fall to our rounded tops
Our centuries of growth thereof
To petrify, not push or shove
Wishing this muddy water swaps
With fresh gleaming dew drops

Imploring Divine Wisdom

My Lord,
I pray to You, 
You, who are my eternal stalactite, 
Imploring Your divine essence 
To let Your precious drops of 
Wisdom,
Upon my craving for knowledge soul,
One after the other, to fall

For

My earthly stalagmite,
With the passing of time,
Layer after layer of experience and learning,
Towards 
Your heavenly heights to
Rise

Thus

One blessed day,
Your celestial truth better to understand

So

I to walk with faith onto your path of light,
Erring no more!  
 







© Demetrios Trifiatis
        28 May 2021

Enormous Frozen Stalagmite Icicle

my frozen tundra
stalagtite icicle
protected by snow

winter residue
her fantastic confidence
regally standing

solid and secure
overseeing the village
guarding the mountain

winter protects her
carefully keeps her secrets 
adding extra strength 

she enjoys brief reign
glistening in frozen truth
spying on others

a dazzling glow
many come to worship her
rever her coldness

wishing she could stay
a frosty benefactor 
winter creatures hide

Frosty Ice Cap

a frosty icecap
left to her own devices
in the gelid blue of the subzero cave
added ambiance to the stalagmites

Secret Caverns of Mexico

My cavern bursts with bittersweet aura
— like globose berries, a cluster of tints.
The secret place — its musk, amidst the flora,
a limited conquest of feet — their prints.

Excitement rocks — I wade in hidden space.
My helmet light — it swims above my eyes.
The shadows wet, the adventurous ace.
The winding walls will never brush the skies.

The natural deep dark, unharnessed hush.
Us tourists kneel — the prayer within the calm.
The stalactite and stalagmite - time’s crush.
The pleasing whim — underground cave a psalm.

In seven hours se la explora.
My cavern bursts with bittersweet aura

6/7/2019
Nature Scene-Orphan Sonnet Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Dale Gregory Cozart

se la explora - it is explored

Limestone Heart

limestone hearted eaten away 
by God's eternal, feral rain 

stalagmite preachers in full royal bloom
igniting fanged candles to temper gloom

memories choked with thorny throated weeds
half-hearted souls, blue marbled eulogies...
  
truly, time chisels flesh into stone
fluted memories are forged from bone

snake congregation bearing footfall refrain
limestone hearted forever.. a mad harlot to the rain

In the Cavern of My Heart

I, the stalagmite
You’re the stalactite, and I
Waiting you to fall

Stars and Soliloquies

stars and soliloquies

1-18-'17

dream me a day gone by, 
when the sun didn't refuse to fly,
when we knew, through and through,
that this tepid water could birth
ice cubes with stalagmite ridges.

and tell me now, lowest daughter
that peace can be found above
the volcanic melted-rock fray,
of a newscaster's tenuous reality,
let's dream again.

into the ocean and around the unencumbered cliffs,
let naught but the wild winds roam,
come home. 
home, where vacancies retreat,
our rugged tired souls meet
and we release
bliss from the end of our sordid games.

A Mountain Frosted White

Mountain crest frosted in cold snowy white
Sparkling with countless facets of pyrite
basking in the golden glow of sunlight
With feathered wings, to the top I'd take flight

Summit's beauty is enhanced at twilight
Shadows frame the majesty of its height
As the sun bows low, my eyes glimpse the sight
of sheep scaling the mountain for the night

Rising from the ground, like a stalagmite,
stands this monolith mountain of graphite.
Infused with the radiance of starlight,
I pen the visions that bring me delight.


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 August 25th, 2016

Caves and Caverns

CAVES AND CAVERNS                                                   Acrostic
      
                        Caves since ancient days provide
                        A safe den for animals to find,
                        Violent or timid being of any kind
                        Even haven for primitive humankind.
                        Shelter by Nature primarily defined

                       Aesthetic art in drawing-painting engraved
                       Naïve human carved scripts on walls of cave,
                       Designed illustration of prehistoric era saved.

       Cavern the deep extension of cave dug by Nature,
       Accommodating, protecting hidden treasure to nurture.
       Varied colored hanging icicle stalactite with tips pointed,
       Erect upward grown stalagmite  tips rounded.
       Running water yields wax-like stones, crystalline pool spar to explore.
       Normal mineral deposits of water drips in walls, ceiling or floor
      Spectacular wonderful exhibit of Nature to enjoy and adore.

  08/05/16
            
 
   Edited on 04/10/20

          Third Place
 'STRAND PICK 7' Contest by Brian Strand

I'M Yours

From an inch away, I feel the cold grace my way
Lost heat radiating from your words
But still I’m yours

Across mobile lines
Shivering my mind
But still I’m yours

I’m freezing but your thawing
Heating from this warm heart of mine
But still I’m yours

My bed is stalagmite now
And my pillow is gypsum 
But still I’m yours

Frozen to be ancient
You’ve turned me into this ice monster
But still I’m yours

I’ll be that face in the wardrobe 
When you reach out for a sweater
Cos I’m yours

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