Midst the mountains, sitting so high Gazing down at a turquoise sea Nature recites love songs to me As I release contented sighs Crickets chirp, sparrows sing, my spirits rise This is a world to be relished and prized Midst the mountains
Imagine Earth in perfect harmony Forgetting war, strife, victim's tortured cries Escaping all life's pain and lies Resting here where my heart is free Midst the mountains
Trying out more poetic forms. This one is a Rondine. https://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/rondine-poetic-form
... Well on closer review, I didn't actually follow the form correctly. But I still like this one so I'll just leave it as is.
Camping in the Blue Ridge Mountains was the greatest day of my life It was my birthday I brought a suitcase and my favorite dame and hiked 2 miles UP^^^^^^^^ laughing all the way
UP ^^^^^in the Ozarks Medics were shooting steroids in my **** BUT, never been more in love with a man who injects grief in my veins
Dwelling in the Sangre de Cristo Mountains sensed his vibe Yes, Jesus I feel you here
held en el Rio Grande con mis mejor amigos drooling in the hot springs Taos has called our names ******* the rocky sand that is below me I find a coin from New Zealand, in turn, losing my evil eye earring an offering to spirit's stream a pair of desert lizards we desire to get frisky and be alone we shine silver glitter under a moonlit glow
witches cackle and curanderos hide behind coyote cries and cacti looking to each other with faces expressing, "What should do we do?" I guess allow them to do their thing humans need ceremonies too
There was a mountain across the grill Long and far It stayed there still There was a rising view of colored hues And magic breeze It blowed gently for miles There was a book lying upon my desk With a thousand notes and thoughts untill The pen that wrote the mighty words Of the glory days fullfilled I sat there gazing and wondering why The cold was dark and blue The sky was mist and winter chill My eyes were painting hues I penned some words Of tress and shrubs Life living the mountain ways I made some tea With warmth and feel And a book indeed to read Realizing my ways Not all is lost His ways are still unclear He has your back All you need is to start Coz Not all views in life lead to a journey some lead to your heart❤️
The mountains whisper across the rugged earth Echos upon echos shimmering through the millennia A language far preceding the etchings of men, scratched into the ground. Reverberating through the depths of rock and soil and stone. A creaking between the roots, steeping into the mantle, and into the sky. A silent dialogue, between the above and the below, and the within and the around. An undercurrent that flows unheard beneath the flimsy corrupting crust of mankind, We are visitors, and it is not our song the mountains sing.
Sometimes I can't tell if I love you, sometimes I think I convinced you that you love me, convinced you that I love you. Sometimes I give myself too much credit for the words that come out of my mouth. I wish, sometimes, that I could love you. I wish, sometimes, that the world hadn’t hardened me to the idea of love. And I wish, only sometimes, that it wasn’t my greatest superpower.
Their name was Anu. We meditated at the top of a mountains, smoked joints and climaxed while we started into each others eyes. We played pretend together. “Welcome to the Anu and Fi show!” we yelled at fake cameras while using fists as microphones. My heart beat fast with you. I squeezed motorcycles between my legs for you, confusing the vibrations with forever. I ran down mountains in the night with you, resting with the Babas isolated by rocks.