Best Rock Climbing Poems

My hands caress the curious shapes
And search for hidden cracks and nooks
Like blind men touch a lover’s face.
At last a probing finger hooks

Around the slender sandstone waist
Of a small pillar. On a ledge
I stand on tip toe. High above
My fingertips just reach an edge

That juts...

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My daughter and I
Were rock climbing one morning
We got up real high
I reached the top of the rock
And awaited my daughter

Something went bad wrong
Her rope came completely loose
And she was falling
I grabbed rope hard and tightly
But she was slipping away

I started to fall
Caught myself nearly...

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One in a billion
Can dare this amazing
Courageous rock climbing
This one second of success 
It reflects years of training 
One second of success 
Can also be a second
That takes a life
It's too dangerous 
There is a sense
Of accomplishment 
As great as the risk
The need of great...

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At a rock climbing party,
It’s cool to observe
Both the kids who are cautious
And those who have nerve.

The daredevils clamber
To get to the top;
Neither ziplines nor tightropes
Will cause them to stop.

They tackle each challenge
With joy and with pluck
And they rarely require
Assistance when stuck.

The wary are watchful,
Proceeding...

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              who'd duh thunk

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Dedication


The world falls apart.
The world is your hands stretched when
Something within me is a rock worth climbing.
When the reality is worth inhaling.

When the Moon cuts the sanity with its light.

I cannot quit.
I wish I could.
I cannot quit.
I wish I could.
I cannot depict what’s going on.
I...

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CAMP 4

‘If I die, I die.’

The realness of those words
sent a shiver down my spine
as I listened to the climbers.
It was late autumn, 1969.
There was a pause after his words
and each face made the slightest nod
peering deeply into the flames;
Tom Bauman had just soloed the...

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Searching for the hidden answers
My fingers numbly trace each shape
Of every rock, nook and cranny
From this ledge I find no escape

My spirit cries for help from Thee
Tenuous grip but strong in hope
I tremble, falling to my knees
Upon this jagged, slippery slope

Remove from me this obstacle
My...

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High limestone cliffs rise precipitously
Teetering chunks carved by cruel winds
Tempt adrenaline junkies who clutch
The crevice, inching their bodies upward
Toward the barren flats easily accessed
By steps carved for more cautious souls
Who come to enjoy the canyon below.
Some bring along a picnic lunch basket
For there are no...

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