Mountain poems describe the grand and majestic nature of mountains. . A mountain is a giant mound of rocks, soil, and sometimes snow.
Some famous mountains include Mount Everest, the highest one, and the Rocky Mountains. People sometimes climb mountains for fun or challenge.
They use words that make you feel the size and beauty of the peaks. They also celebrate the connection between humans and nature.
Mountain poems describe how people feel when surrounded by mountains. They talk about how the scenery changes with the seasons.
For example, snow-covered peaks in winter or blooming flowers in spring. Since mountains can be challenging to climb, poems also convey a sense of adventure and the thrill of exploration.
Let’s read some mountain poems, as they will help us connect with the beauty and power of nature.
The Mountain May Seem Very High
The mountain may seem very high,
It reaches even to the sky,
And yet the picture holds it all
As well as things quite near and small,
And then the picture’s but a nook
‘Meeting among the Mountains
Against the hard and pale blue evening sky
The mountain’s new-dropped summer snow is clear
Glistening in steadfast stillness: like transcendent
Clean pain sending on us a chill down here …
Bredon Hill
By A. E. Housman
In summertime on Bredon
The bells they sound so clear;
Round both the shires they ring them
In steeples far and near,
A happy noise to hear.
Here of a Sunday morning
My love and I would lie,
And see the coloured counties,
And hear the larks so high
About us in the sky …
The Mountain Sat Upon The Plain
By Emily Dickinson,
The Mountain sat upon the Plain
In his tremendous Chair —
His observation omnifold,
His inquest, everywhere —
The Green Mountains
James Russell Lowell
Ye mountains, that far off lift up your heads,
Seen dimly through their canopies of blue,
The shade of my unrestful spirit sheds
Distance-created beauty over you …
‘Loud Without The Wind Was Roaring’.
Well – well; the sad minutes are moving,
Though loaded with trouble and pain;
And some time the loved and the loving
Shall meet on the mountains again.
Hymn Before Sunrise
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Ye Ice-falls! ye that from the mountain’s brow
Adown enormous ravines slope amain –
Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice,
And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge!
God Made the Mountain Very High
By Annette Wynne
God made the mountain very high
So we could climb up near the sky
And look and see what we thought tall
Were very small things after all.
The Sky Loves the Tall Hills
By Annette Wynne
The sky loves the tall hills,
Wraps them in day,
Starts a million cooling rills
Dancing down their way;
Shelters well each bright head
Bad days through,
Every night puts them to bed
With coverlet of blue.
Hills
By Annette Wynne
Hills—
Blue and green hills, near and far,
The farther they lie, the better they are.
The near ones I can climb and see
But the beautiful far ones call to me
Vermont Hills
By Hilda Conkling
The Vermont hills curve
Like a swirl of wind;
The last light shines . . .
They are like plums and grapes.
They have lights like coral,
Like April peach-trees in the dark.
I shall dream them again
When years have gone,
And I shall not have forgotten
You.
This is all about mountain poems.