The Alps Poems - Poems about The Alps

the mountains call my name I hear, but am fearful about responding they come to me in dreams demanding to be heard I keep dreaming of them, I complain you are meant to go, they want you. is this possible? I turn in for another restless night the alps are demanding. I must have lived there in another lifetime. I always had an affinity...

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I walked outside in the scorching heat moving papers and turning over pages just looking for that one line that goes back to the middle ages. The search was long, the documents were strong and the paragraph sits at the bottom with the exact words about the controversial land. Moses was deceased, Joshua was bequeathed...

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Masterful! lordly framed picturesque rain stain ing icy cap summit’s height, vaulting off grassy green pediplain’s sloping foothills, impinging azure sky’s obscur ing clouds. blazing sunbeam painted freshet rush to where river-rocks are...

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Army of Napoleon Bonaparte, Was so rhythmically marching, Gliding across all rough paths Like condors to conquer the Alps; A woman aged in experience, Warns him consequences dire; For never ever in her lifetime, Had she seen anyone coming back; He, overwhelmed by love for her, Gifts her diamonds vastly valued; Tells her to spread the great story Of Napoleon daring to come back; The army in...

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the ribs of falling night cold flints of a dark path a dark curtain creating two rooms nameless stumps of teeth melted to the white rock jaw ...

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