Mountain Poems - Poems about Mountain

...In the wee hour of the morning I hear my spirit calling, I wasn’t sure how to respond to it but my emotion made me answer it. It was extremely dark outside and the street light on the other side s......Read the rest...

... Just Clouds They seem just ordinary fill for a background, a fuzzy white or gray that doesn't grab the eye and distract from the more deserving stuff like trees, sweeping ocean views and mo......Read the rest...

... One day you were sadly taken away So extremely ill you were, you couldn't stay I could not be with you, Covid was rife For three months I missed the love of my life. I feared the wors......Read the rest...

...I awake to swirling aural vision a dawn nirvana dazzling shades crisp allure from earth to faraway sky clouds that drift, float and harmonise birds that scatter leafs on green clad trees i......Read the rest...

...Effective leaders Connect roads to the last house In the mountain side. ......Read the rest...

...He sits there with defiance in his eyes and listens to the choir as it sings the final chorus before it dies, the room was packed with critics and a mountain of problems was climbing up the cliff and......Read the rest...

...I rowed a boat into a lake, to clear my head from feeling addled. I forgot my big brown dog Chum, but after me he paddled. A loyal shadow in the water, but my eyes just looked ahead Chum’s breath ......Read the rest...

...I am a mountain, not high, not low To my shoulders, the sunshines glow To my streams, the waters flow To nurse the creatures down below I am the measure of someone's fame At times, I put t......Read the rest...

...I loved you since the first time Even though our wolds don't rhyme At times, we were even But now, I'm earth and you're heaven How I wish I could climb my mountain And find the cure to my......Read the rest...

...If you’re only a teen, you may carry the weight, Of a past you abhor and a present you hate, You may live in your room, like a temple of doom, But the rest of your day is a book and a broom. Oh......Read the rest...

... Pinnacle perfect creation~ poets write odes to me; artists strive to capture the pure essence of me. I am felt by work-worn masses who have lain in the shade of me, trembling at the she......Read the rest...

...My life is made up of so many stages. I change as I go through the ages. A rambunctious child and a shy little mouse. A loving teenager and a right proper louse. Through the changes of every seas......Read the rest...

...All, glory to God for trying, Why, must these people keep dying? For, you set apart mankind in their own land, Yet, they still have pride in their own hands. In, confusion given their own languag......Read the rest...

...A SONG THAT WILL ONLY MAKE SENSE TO EAST COASTERS! (CANADA) A heritage that we all share, our blood is maritime. We thrill to see the Bluenose, her picture on a dime. Emot......Read the rest...

... Growing up, I was the runt of the litter. My siblings called me Cute, because I was the youngest one. It was very hard growing up as a little mouse, gray with tiny white spots. I saw ......Read the rest...