Valleys Poems - Poems about Valleys

In the quiet corridors of my mind, where thoughts flow like rivers through ancient valleys, I ponder the nature of wars and the battles fought not for land, but for the dominion of words. Language, the most lethal weapon forged by man, sharp as any blade and subtle as a whisper, Cuts through the fabric of reality, shaping...

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dry thirsty valleys sheltered by high dreams around ~empty rivers through~ grey sorrows slide down the big warm naked mountains ~stormy above us~ hopes paint a rainbow ~pouring raindrops from heaven~ quenched mouths for a while ...

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In the deep valleys of the spirit, where dreams boil in the overflowing cup of consciousness, I wander aimlessly, seeking countless treasures not in gold, but in scattered words. There is no money in poetry, only echoes of emotions woven through the fine threads of time, Like an ephemeral butterfly, flying over the green fields of my soul. Where...

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In the twilight valleys where shadows weave endless tapestries, Where the breath of dusk embroiders the horizon in shades of evening, A hermit dreams, his window an eternal portal flung wide open, To skies where eternity whispers secrets to the gathered stars. He is the sole architect of the divine murmur, Casting his heart as a sacred manuscript upon the...

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A new day of change, the process is near, Valleys rise to meet the sky so clear, Mountains are made low, in humbling grace, Paths once blocked, now are cleared space. Where once we couldn’t go, now access find, Yesterday’s hard places, now bloom in mind, Sparking heart’s desires, like flames anew, Breaking barriers, breaking through. Walk to the beat of your own...

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On the pathways in the valleys, where the sun weaves with the eaves' shadows, April's flickers spill to adorn the pale oases. Winter's shadows are extinguished, broken in the wait for buds to bloom, Melting away in the golden dawns, lofty beneath the proud morning's loom. The industrious rays of the sun begin to sprinkle golden threads Over the endless...

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Those highs and lows Peaks and valleys Appear to be arising.. It is the script which Seems as a script Or seems not..these "Seemings" are Simply not two.. Rendering the scripts Filled with the Freedom of what is Unknowable... ...

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Through the valleys of shadow where longing enthrones its reign, I have come to you, in search of the elixir of forgetfulness' gain, Heart healer, mend my suffering with a phoneme's mend, Banish the storm of feelings, that prison of mourning without end. At your altar of blood and crystal, I have taken my vow, Please offer me a mystical...

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As some traditional leaders joining some politicians their people finding screaming in deep valleys  On the trolleys and no one to uplifting them quickly....

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How do I start this story, Let’s begin with an optimistic reader, Who happens to be my brother, I got to tell you I really revere him He says when you’re on top of the hill, You never acknowledge the valley, Let alone thank it for existing, Yet without it your hill wouldn’t be real, Your hill would be nill. And...

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In parts of Derbyshire and Yorkshire there are still pit-valleys, where industry and nature collide, marry, and have their natural born children. The earth once gouged, raped and laid desolate, is landscaped by those who once despoiled. Time plays its part, plants its seeds, it up-roots high piled slagheaps, softens broken mountains of concrete. I have walked these valleys, in some I had to stumble...

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I move as my soul moves... I sway with the tides, and drift along the shores... I soar over valleys with the wind, and run wild through natural habitats... Anything to not live in stagnation if I can... Freedom is my calling... Patience my jest. Come as you can Before I am gone again......

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Mountains - majestic, like the wind and the storm - Believing, like the wisdom of pure love! ~ Quoted by this poet Mountains, striking – ridges, majestic As the emerald and purple hues, Lying breathless beneath azure skies, Where the silent rainbows conspire Sighing with laughter, embracing the Carefully painted smiles of a summer sun, Erasing the darkness, the ominous Presence...

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Mountains of my life never forgotten. Rivers of my veins flowing through my memories. ...

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Everyone enjoys cruising easy street Hits keep playing around the clock Everything flawlessly falling into place Puzzle pieces effortlessly interlock Humming along until hit a speed bump Your momentum derailed by a detour Diverting your good vibes off track Unsure if you will be able to endure Then reminded of our ability to bounce back That has craftfully carried us this...

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