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PrernaK Mar 2019
In the light, we laugh
under the moon, we gleam.

lying on the dry grass
of an unknown field.
we talk about how
on a cold mountain
one day,
we'll wrap our arms
around each other
humming the songs
of our summery dreams.

_PrernaK
How I write thinking of my lover's face.
Raven Woodfort Mar 2019
You
Who taught the sea to sing?
called the clouds to dance?
Who let the wind wander around?
made the mountains to stand?

Creation’s beauty
has me perplexed
yet I’m not surprised;
not asking why or who
for I know it was You.
Raven Woodfort Mar 2019
Oh! the walls of might raise voice,
Oh! the halls in white rejoice;
A coat of clouds covers them all,
Its icy magic dances a ball,
Its crystals causes our hearts to sing;
The lights and fires let amenity ring.
Oh! comforts of winter glow,
Oh! the magic of the snow!
Winter would not be pleasant at all
Without the precious snowflakes’ fall.
A more old-style poem. Blame the Tennyson & Longfellow I've been reading.
Arisa Mar 2019
Mist may hide mountains,
But nothing covers my smile
When my eyes grasp you.
An old haiku made while waiting for my date.
Hugoose Feb 2019
Not One Hours Rest, Moon Still Standing Nice and Tall

Stars Still Hanging on, You Ride Hazily and Lazily to The City Train Station

Seeing Faces, Seeing Slouched Shoulders, Seeing Tired Eyes all around you

Waiting and Thinking of Home, Observing Yet Constantly Yawning

In No Time You Are Propelled Forwards and Out Through the City Limits

Metal Container Rattling, No Snooze Alarm for the Rising Sun

The City Dissolves into the Back of Your Eyes as You Hit A Tunnel and Enter the Suburban Void

Suddenly Fantastic Splotches of Greenery Drift into Sight, Dabs of Golden Light Float Like Dandelion Spores in The Air

People Move Up and Down the Carriage Schizophrenically, Fidgeting, Never Considering Sitting Still, Not Even Once

Please Just Look Out the Window

Outside Battered Tree Trunks Lay Lifelessly in the Middle of Wondrous Sprawling Fields

Clouds Ripple Insanely Throughout the Horizon, Livestock Enjoying Themselves While They Still Can

What Follows This is a Series of Dilapidated Sheds and Abandoned Roads Leading Up into the Hills so Jagged They Must Have Been Cut by a One Single Colossal Breadknife
Colm Feb 2019
I am not
The height of all heights
No
Nor will I undersell my flavorfulness
The salt of the earth
And those reasons why
Are why I will not let it grow
Salt In The Mountains
ImpliedLines Feb 2019
I watched the winters work
I continued to climb from off the earth
MicMag Feb 2019
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

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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.
Egeria Litha Feb 2019
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
Ruch Feb 2019
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❤️
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