"moutains" poems
i think a lesson we all need to learn
is that you need to love
selflessly,
expecting no return.
love fearlessly
on a big scale,
climb moutains
cross oceans
for those that make you feel
like warm breezy summers
and pure joy.
you can't light someone up
like a cigarette,
just to take a drag
and stomp them out.
expect nothing,
and you will recieve
plenty.
Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 10:52 PM UTC
the snow fell in alaska on a christmas night
covering the moutains with ****** snow so white
huskies they were barking to pull along there sleigh
to deliver presents on a christmas day
children building snowmen as happy as can be
filled with lots of smiles and lots of christmas glee
everything so peaceful on this christmas night
when snow falls in alaska its such a wonderous sight
Dec 23, 2013
Dec 23, 2013 at 11:11 AM UTC
got poetry to show to my friends but im thinking of deleting my twitter
my thoughts aren't as cool as I wish they could be, so bookmark my HP page for the updates
the summer is chillin and im going places my mom doesn't want me to go to
just because a place brings back bad memories doesn't mean I shouldn't be there
Im past all of the stupidness and accepted my foolishness, no need for the reminders my ego is drowning
my link on my insta no need for tweeting my emotions my tumblr is boring but so are your hobbies
im writing for some dollars for more pencils, im running out of them
i got some money but thats for anything that comes coincidently coincidence
no need for some pens because I cant erase mistakes with them
nhom site under construction so give us a few weekends our weeks are productive we hustle until we get it **** what you're doing
there isn't any way but the need way so excuse your missing bikes, we're 16 and we're foolin
we order pizza and write down ideas no time for galleria
we ride for adventure on two weels
interacting for promo no need for hiding behind some screens
my life is a run on but thats how it should be no time for breaks, sleep is an option lead is necessary
rooftops capture sentences paintings illustrate our visions
if you dont contact me then why should I
I should be humble but my account has 4 zeros, my mom dont trust me with it so I dont know the pasword
That child support is piling up, I dont really care
got miles on miles on miles on miles on miles ridden on my bike but I haven't gone anywhere but the city
Im aiming for the carpet so when we go back to school I'm bringing my summer
Got numbers as options but there's no reason to hit them up, got a good one I'm grateful
I'm riding fast my way don't slow me down, is this a comeup? I don't know I'm just going along
Come up from suburbs, I want to live high until my view is the moutains
Im from Dallas but that don't mean nothing, no city defining where I'm going because I was on the 26th floor when I was at my lowest and I wasn't even on coke
these days my grind is so lowkey, im sleep deprived
my paint never dries, my brushes are always getting washed but these projects aren't for the public
I only have a few questions, is love really real? should I sleep more?
i dont know but Monarch dr is gonna be in a book one day
Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 4:43 PM UTC
So much emphasis is placed
On finding the face in the crowd
That makes a permanent home in your brain
On the way a small forest fire can sprout from the fingertip touch
Of the one
Who may or may not stay
Just like the feelings that seem too good to be true.
But what about waking up early just to be filled with the solace of a gentle sunrise
Or dancing to the radio while cooking tomato soup in your sunlit kitchen
Or rolling down your car windows despite the falling rain
Or pulling on your favorite socks after eating peanut butter toast
I want you to wake up in the morning and smile because you have a whole life to live
I want you to learn to appreciate the way the light streams over the moutains at 7:36 in the morning
through the air laying heavy with people's thoughts
and through your window screen
Where the light lands in speckles on your bed and seeps into your heart.
I want you to cook your favorite breakfast and ride your bike the long way to work.
The beautiful things in life
Are the ones that are rarely noticed by others.
Love seeps from the earth and from your skin. Don't wait for someone to hand it to you.
Feed it to yourself.
Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 7:46 PM UTC
snow leapards they are lovely and such a sight to see
they live in the moutains roaming wild and free
hunting in the snow for any food thats there
rocky mountain sheep the marmots and the hare'
they live in a den on the mountain side
that is where sleep and somewhere they can hide
they like to live alone in there solitude
until the mating season when the females brood
but now there lives endangered soon they will be rare
poachers out to **** them they dont really care
selling of there skins to fill there money greed
killing when they can wiping out there breed'
we must try to save them before there gone for good
let them live again like the leopards should
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 2:09 PM UTC
After a brush with death
his eyes were like kaleidoscopes
the scene reflected himself in relation
to an ever changing world
he felt impermance
in an after glow
as the sun decended behind
the mountain's asylum
Soldier Summit's quieted railroad
an attraction to some
but for others a refuge
after a long and hateful dawn
May their souls rest in peace
those who eternally are blanketed by snow
and may the moutains speak
to the survivors who fight to reach the top of them
Jan 20, 2013
Jan 20, 2013 at 8:16 AM UTC
I know no home
no more.
Clouds on window panes
are forgotten
at night
through the shutters.
Moutains rest on the calm water
bringing flavours of snow.
Flies,
unwanted company, dozed and silent
walk on the door frames
and die.
Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 10:46 AM UTC
Stars above my head,
Gently caress of wind on my face,
The sound of song birds in the distance,
The smell of wild flowers in the meadows below me,
O life how you can be so beautiful.
O life how you can tempt me to be at peace.
Tall moutains around me tall enought to have snow caps resting on top of them,
Forests so lush with life even the deafest ears can here the songs of forest life,
O life you, you tease me with these sweets.
Even as I stand here in this meadow of flowers dressed in moonlight i can not stem this feeling of unease,
It's the knowing that at some point this will end this peace.
Because peace never lasts long.
Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 5:46 PM UTC
white posts with red eyes
flash by with driven monotony
the trees a green-grey blur
in the early morning mist.
the beat of the wipers
poens the door to
memories...
as we climb into the moutains....
spiralling sprinklers,
and hiding before tea....
a bedroom of purple,
bbqs for dinner....
lavender patches,
the home of master jack,
the old black cat....
silver hair like a curtain
to her waist...
a silver brush, always,
one hundred strokes.
the smell of tonic and gin,
russian toffees melting
on my tongue...
jam jars awaiting filling...
and
a caress,
with bony fingers,
on a young girls cheek.
a smile gentle and knowing.
a wave by the honeysuckle
gate...
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 3:51 PM UTC
The candle
will flame
for all
Eternity
Blazing through
every day
just like
Eternity
Moutains fade
trees die
through out
Eternity
No one
would recall
with out
Eternity
Eternity
will never
fade away
Feb 7, 2010
Feb 7, 2010 at 11:18 AM UTC
as i stand here
in this pool of blood
i look at my wrist
i see the cuts
i see the scars
so many times
ive drug this blade
across my wirst
wondered if this is it
this time is diffrent
is this it?
was this my life
a sea of misery
moutains of pain
rivers of hate
finaly its all over
im getting cold
im getting tired
as this pool grows
at my feet
i think finaly
i get to leave
i collaps
evrything gets blury
i slip in to my slumber
never to wake again
Nov 23, 2013
Nov 23, 2013 at 9:54 PM UTC
They told me.
Told me this is right.
I never thought to disagree.
Until we began falling from this lofty height.
I don't know how we got here.
Or where to go.
I can't tell you why my pulse is racing.
While my breathings slow.
I think this has been some sort of accident.
The kind you drive by really slow.
Never has the air between us been less passionate.
You smile, but all I see is the anger just below.
I've watched this love wax.
I don't think I can stand it to wane.
I try to hold harder the more this retracts.
Stuck in this whirring profoundness I can't explain.
I want to stop, but again and again it's all deja vu.
We are surrounded by moutains and molehills.
Perpetually waiting for the other to come through.
Held to some truth that constantly self fufills.
Yet, I just can't bring myself to leave us behind.
I cling, I fight, I pray, I hope, I wail.
because love is patient, love is kind...
They told me love will never fail.
Apr 29, 2012
Apr 29, 2012 at 3:37 AM UTC
My heart's on my sleeve
I'm running with the wind
I don't know where I'm going
because I haven't gotten there yet
but my hopes are high as moutains,
my dreams as big as oceans
look again at the heart on my sleeve
it's armoured,
stronger than it's ever been
so come on baby,
take your best shot
Jul 27, 2010
Jul 27, 2010 at 1:20 PM UTC
Across oceans
Across moutains
Across islands
Flows like viper
Speed like lite
Thorns of pains
Deep down d heart
Compromising voices
Diverting hopeS
Ufailing memories
Uncontrolable tears
Beyond reach of man
He makes and own all
Unimaginable
Nov 9, 2013
Nov 9, 2013 at 6:01 PM UTC
Dreams cone as one
under the lights of city
of city hustling inside mind
Rustling breezes of letters
seeking stairs on your service
under the night of city
of city bewildered so high
here, dreams cone as one
the beauty gasp under the bridge
praised under suffocation
On sale for shillings
while truth flowing out of town
seek solace beyond moutains
and shines under moonlight
we hold hands with smile
with dream of our own
there, a star falls for each dream
May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 5:10 AM UTC
there is lots of beauty for all us to see
the wonders of the world and all of this free.
the beauty of the land with moutains very high
standing very tall reaching for the sky
the rolling of the waves on a sea of blue
the shining of the moon gently shining through
lots of little birds singing out so loud
with lots of lovely bluebells growing in a crowd
the beauty of the sun bringing in the dawn
lighting up the day on a brand new morn
these are lots of things that world can give
giving us its beauty helping us to live.
Mar 26, 2010
Mar 26, 2010 at 9:31 AM UTC
there is a place in ireland where i used to go
so very nice and quiet where the peaceful waters flow
it was in a valley where i used to walk
in a little county that is known as cork
there was lots of beauty there with moutains and some trees
and you could feel the warmth from the summer breeze
there i would go to pass the time away
somewhere i could go to brighten up my day
id; sit there for hours in the valley green
so relaxed and happy in this lovely scene.
Mar 15, 2010
Mar 15, 2010 at 7:57 AM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
Don't look,
Don't open my eyes,
inside,
I look within,
To realize,
What my whole deal is,
Lucid,
As it gets,
Take your pick,
Your the expert,
I got to leave all this behind,
Can't be like this my whole life,
Picking your poison,
And your ivy to,
Looking decent in your favorite jeans,
Worthy cannibal,
Yeah your pretty cute,
Pretty as in pretty , and as cute as the soul in you,
Look at whos...
Flirting with you,
So subliminal,
I-know-this-is-not-real,
Expl-aining-how-you-feel,
I'll-wake-up-any-minute,
Loo-sing-you is no big-deal,
Insomnia is coursing through my veins as we speak
In tongues and reminisce about the feeling of kissing
Your lips in my dream state,
Was so sweet like cheesecake,
With my knees straight,
Forward like I'm coming off as crucial to them,
My brain cells are dancing to all the track's of
Riddim,
She mind controlled me to make her lust when the
Lights were dim,
And all the other females are reality Sims.
I-know-this-is-not-real,
Expl-aining-how-you-feel,
I'll-wake-up-any-minute,
Loo-sing-you is no big-deal.
/
I find peace and solace knowing that I show
forgiveness and all that comes to me,
Lacking a lot out of life still,
Walking through the streets with my head held high
with mental illnesses,
but still,
I'm a loser and I will always remain a loser but not in Gods eyes,
moving moutains with my words and Reminiscent dreams overcrowding,
i sleep still,
Even though insomnia has me in its clutches,
thinking that the devils gonna hold my body down for practice,
hes a coward still.
Jul 31, 2016
Jul 31, 2016 at 2:02 PM UTC
If you must,
Then hold him tightly;
If you must,
Then pray 'til your heart's content;
Whisper unto him your sweetest desires,
Beside either
Raging or dieing fires;
Hold fast his irises in your memory:
Brown as rolling rock,
Green as that Last Homely House west of the Moutains...
Adore the man, then,
Purely, honestly, hotly,
With every muscle and hair and bead of sweat
Your body can bear;
Love the man,
If you absolutely must,
And by all universal means,
Sing to him a song as gentle
As the very breath he breathes-
Unless, of course,
The man already belongs to me.
Dec 16, 2012
Dec 16, 2012 at 9:41 PM UTC
theres a little cabin by a little lake
that i often visit when my holidays i take
surrounded by the woods and trees so very tall
and a babbling brook by a waterfall.
there are lots of squirrels that are red and grey
and i sit and watch them gracefully as they play
there are lots of falcons hovering in the sky
and lots of golden eagles nesting near by.
you can see the moutains and the valleys in between
the leaves upon the pine trees with leaves so very green
i love my little place it where i long to be
makes life seem so real makes me feel so free
Dec 24, 2014
Dec 24, 2014 at 8:20 AM UTC
I lay upon the tranquility
beneath the stars
Wondering at the wonder
that made us who we are
The water's are black
but warm around me
I float like the ripples
of the surrounding sea .
There is a silence
that I long to know well
Somehow it's alluded me
All I can say is oh well
Eventually I wash up
onto the shore
I crawl up
like my ancestors before
I sit on the dunes
the sands of my time
That once were great moutains
made out of granite and lime
But before all of this was
Before even the wetness of sea
Even before there were
the great mountains that be
Farther back than
than any memories
I wonder where is the point
from where did I depart
to make my journey's home
to find a new start
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 12:21 AM UTC
Not all destruction happens with quickness, explosions, proverbial volcanos, and the such
Sometimes the sky falling to rest at your feet never thinks to make a sound.
Threads slowly being strained at the seams till they burst.
Stone cathedrals eroding as waves lick time into the sea.
Rain drips crashing through a spiders web silent as a whisper.
Jul 14, 2016
Jul 14, 2016 at 5:23 PM UTC
i'm the hirsute nectarine man
i speak soft streams of exegesis phonemes
i've got the mob in my hand,
they've got the cops in their pocket
hand me the cash! hand me the cash!
i'll take over the world!
i wanna get high!
i want my legs to be hundreds of feet long
and my **** to swing around my knees!
shove it in your face! shove it!
i am the archon!
i am the agelessness of ontology!
i watched the moutains crumble to dust
and i laughed, and i pressed the big red button!
my nightmare isn't any dreaming place
it's heaven on earth
what a wonderful world
where the sicknesses can come to play
where the tommy's and dandy's can frolic
and all the cats can get ******
and the warlords all chortle
and the bric-a-brac is never stolen!
i live in an amusement park
my soapbox is full of holes
but they just let the sun shine in
on the flowers i've planted at my feet
Mar 15, 2017
Mar 15, 2017 at 1:07 AM UTC
A life with no regrets,
What a life that would be,
A life where you rember all the good and none of the bad,
Where love is the stuff that moves moutains not money,
Where life and love go hand in hand,
And where we don't have to say bye to our loved ones.
If only out dreams could
Come
Tire.
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 8:03 PM UTC
These Knights of shame
fell off their horses
at the beginning of war.
These nights of shame
at the point where her body is exposed.
These Knights of shame
whom rode through battle in fear of death,
instead of conquring death itself.
These nights of shame
when the drinks became to much.
These words are how I life my head,
in moments of the worlds shame.
This is my personal worship
when it's the Father and I.
These moutains are made of mere large grains
These bits of love are made form small acts.
These Knights of shame
are the guys I have fallen for before
these nights of shame
are something of my past.
I believe in a lot of things that might wind up
false.
But I can say that I have
Hope.
If you dont stand for anything
You are bound to fall for anything.
Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 1:14 AM UTC