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65 Original Mountain Poems

Original Mountain Poems

These are original poems about mountains by me, Pine Tree Poet! Like most of my poetry, these were written away from the physical and emotional constraints of plastic, steel, and concrete. Somewhere wild, ya know?

Please share this list of mountain poems with your adventurous, outdoorsy, sunshine-loving, all-day-hiking friends & family. Send them the list, tell them your favorite, and ask which is theirs.

The mountains are where I feel alive and connected. To myself, others, and the natural world. And it’s in the mountains that I believe the best poetry is born.

Hey! I wrote these 65 poems myself (aside from a few sprinkled in from one of my favorite poets, Emily Dickinson), and so I’d love to hear which is your favorite. Leave a comment at the bottom, will you?

65 Poems About Mountains, updated 2/3/24


Mountain landscapes
we admire
after youthful toils
we retire

but for beauty’s health
our cumbersome wealth
is a situation quite dire

December 2023 by PineTreePoet
More poems about money


I ponder
all the vastness of the sky

Like what am I but a speck
and what shall happen
when I die?

But death seems so unreal
like it’s too many
heartbeats away

and there’re too many mountains
still to climb
so upon this rock I stay

and the Sun shines now
upon my face
like Existence knows my name

for wind and sky and
now nighttime stars
put mortal doubts to shame.

December 2023 by PineTreePoet


I trade my time
and soles
for mountain views.

6/22/21 by PineTreePoet


They dwell in the city
and talk about
mountain people
and beach people

like they’ve unlocked
some great secret to tranquility.
But it’s no secret that
plastic and steel and concrete

can easily, handily, unceasingly
by nature’s eternal beauty,
be beat.

7/1/21 by PineTreePoet


If you’re looking for love
go to the mountains.

Even if you meet no one there
you’ll come back

in love.

8/8/22 by PineTreePoet


If a poor man sent his lenders
to the forest to collect their debts

they’d soon be found
quite naturally content

to shuffle under pines
scurry up steep climbs
and to bask in such wild sunshine

that very soon they’d forget
the owed large money lent.

8/17/21 by PineTreePoet


I wear lots of hats in the mountains
I’ve got a lot to do
I’m watching and smelling and tasting
sensations many more than a few

The mountains also wear lots of hats
some are snow, others stone, and many pine
me and the mountains with our many hats
we get along just fine

12/6/22 by PineTreePoet

A few of these poems about mountains were written in Grayson Highlands State Park, in Virginia.


The stream cut the trail
tumbling down the mountain

and we splashed like kids

tumbling into each other
and into ourselves
and deeper into the wild.

8/26/21 by PineTreePoet


It is unfair
to man’s greatest achievements
to behold a mountain sunrise.

8/2/21 by PineTreePoet


My fears about mortality
I showed the grandeur of the Rockies
the mysteries of Sedona
and an Appalachia sunrise
and they laid down their arms.

8/26/21 by PineTreePoet

The Mountain sat upon the Plain
In his tremendous Chair–
His observation omnifold,
His inquest, everywhere–

The Seasons played around his knees
Like Children round a sire–
Grandfather of the Days is He
Of Dawn, the Ancestor–

The Mountain by Emily Dickinson, 1864


Follow your own path in life
just make sure

to see a few desert canyons
climb a few cold mountains
and stop and smell the pine trees
every chance you get.

8/27/21 by PineTreePoet


You don’t seem the mountain type
so I won’t be seeing you again
with your plastic preoccupations
though I’m sure you’d be an okay friend.

8/12/21 by PineTreePoet


In the mountains
your nighttime company
are owls and cicadas
or stars

and I really don’t think
you can go wrong.

by PineTreePoet


The rugged trail said to me
follow me
deeper and deeper
into your own soul.

8/1/21 by PineTreePoet


Spend more time
in the mountains
so you spend less time
thinking about
your bank account.

by PineTreePoet


And then again
maybe we’ve all sold out
our reverence for nature
for some normalcy
amongst our kind.

8/11/21 by PineTreePoet


Stillness is the playground
of Earth’s wildest things.

12/6/21 by PineTreePoet


Bad news doesn’t travel well
in the mountains.
Nobody’s paying attention
what with all that natural connection.

12/15/21 by PineTreePoet


A sweaty hat
dunked in a mountain river
solves quite a few problems.

8/14/21 by PineTreePoet


to a tall mountain
and a big blue lake
and a trail-crossing
sun-seeking snake.

by PineTreePoet


People who always
talk about gratitude
are usually mountain people
and though their incessance
can be droning
I surely get it.

by PineTreePoet


Soup in December
cooling but still hot
thoughts of melting mountains
we’ve entertained not.

12/4/21 by PineTreePoet


Painters have it easy
I’ll have to remember this view
with my cumbersome
fragile camera
I’ll have to make do.

12/11/21 by PineTreePoet


Flowers in the mountains
have a particular way
of making me smile
at the ground.

5/16/21 by PineTreePoet


I’ve good reason to suspect
the mountains are happiest
when we’re under their pines,

laughing and splashing
staring and crashing [sleeping]
beneath their needly green blinds.

11/22/21 by PineTreePoet


What do you make
of peoples’ anxieties?
I asked the mountain.

I’ve no knowledge of it,
she said.

11/16/21 by PineTreePoet


I think if the world
ever did end
I’d like to watch it happen
from a mountaintop
with a bag of granola.

11/21/21 by PineTreePoet


Hitch hiking up the mountain
the wind carrying me in her hand
birdsong all around
wilderness’ perfect band

And I don’t know where’d I go
if these mountains ever fell
but I’d sure go slow
to a place much less swell

12/6/22 by PineTreePoet


I can hardly blame
the weekend throngs
for loving the mountains
as much as I.

2/24/22 by PineTreePoet


I never saw
a mountain
I didn’t like.

7/25/21 by PineTreePoet


Wear hiking boots
to my funeral
and then take the smiles
my life left upon you
into the mountains
to live forever.

11/15/21 by PineTreePoet


Mountains are the gentlest giants
guarding us by grandeur
from our material superstitions.

12/3/21 by PineTreePoet


My neighbor asked
where I spent my weekends
and I told her among the pines
I said I couldn’t bear
long grocery store lines.

9/4/21 by PineTreePoet


Ledges and edges
we stand upon shakily
the mighty mountain wind blows
toes tip forward faithfully

he does not lack wisdom
who peers down from mountains
upon the rough sketch of life
pondering its many fountains

of youth and want and money
those low gifts we crave
I’d rather die up here
than sleep in a manicured grave

December 2023 by PineTreePoet


Blindly now
I stumble around
I’m infected with my human wants

All I see
is big bright billboards
decorated with one thousand fonts

But Nature
kept safe by mountains
whispers my human name so sweetly

in Its ancient voice
by Creation dispensed freely

December 2023 by PineTreePoet


“Read romance!”
they shout at my moping frown
thinking it’ll cheer me up
carrying a love story around town

but it’s not love
that’s got me wrecked, you know
it’s the smell of gas
and city traffic flow

and all these talking people
but they don’t see each other
only the mountains can fix my sadness
this sickness of city smother

12/14/22 by PineTreePoet


One wretched
evening in the mountains
is better than any alternative.

1/12/22 by PineTreePoet


A new year
and I’m still here
surrounded by hims and hers

people suffocated with affection
for fancy false furs.

I’d rather see the creatures alive
climbing and running and calling

I’d rather stumble up a mountain
and spend a night beneath stars, falling.

1/4/22 by PineTreePoet


But instead of cities
imagine mountains
and instead of buildings
imagine trees
and instead of people
imagine stars

7/6/21 by PineTreePoet


Steal a kiss
from the mountain’s generous wind
and she’ll turn you into a prince
of no great desire.

6/3/21 by PineTreePoet


I looked in the mirror
and I saw
trees and mountains
all around me.

9/18/19 by PineTreePoet


The trees recruited me
and I recruited my friends
and they brought theirs

and now we’re all here
to listen to nature’s big pitch
and it sure isn’t some racket
we’re very eager to ditch.

5/4/21 by PineTreePoet


It should be written
on every billboard
along every highway:

“Visit the mountains
because soon
you’ll be dead.”

5/12/21 by PineTreePoet


Greener than money
taller than pride
prettier than music

11/6/21 by PineTreePoet


So long as I’m a stranger
among mountains and pines
I won’t be able to stay away

(I must get to know them, you see)

and when I feel at home
amidst their peace and charm
I’ll never see the day.

10/14/21 by PineTreePoet


I had a strong opinion
about something
I wanted to say
to many people

but it left me
when my boots touched
this mountain dirt
when a grey cloud sprinkled
upon my dirty shirt.

10/9/21 by PineTreePoet


There is somewhere in between
spending every day in the mountains
and spending no days in the mountains
I want to inhabit,
with a good preference
to the former.

10/25/21 by PineTreePoet


When I grow up
I want to live
in the mountains…

But if it fills your cup
your life to give
to green money fountains

well, perhaps that’s your cheer
but you’re welcome up here

just leave aside your plastic debts
and come visit, dear.

8/21/23 by PineTreePoet


I drove into the mountains
and thought about
how I didn’t need much.

Maybe just a good pair of boots
and a backpack
for my socks and such.

10/15/21 by PineTreePoet

The Mountains–grow unnoticed–
Their Purple figures rise
Without attempt–Exhaustion–
Assistance–or Applause–

In Their Eternal Faces
The Sun–with just delight
Looks long–and last–and golden–
For fellowship–at night–

The Mountains — grow unnoticed — by Emily Dickinson, 1863


People who spend more time
in the mountains
smile much
much more
and seldom
have a mortal reason why.

by PineTreePoet


People have mishaps and personalities
and so I prefer mountains and pines.

They only stare
and for my inefficiencies
they have no care.

by PineTreePoet


There is nothing
rehearsed, tiresome, or desirous
about the mountains,
and that is why I love them.

by PineTreePoet


The cold air
held my smile’s breath
and perhaps the warmth of my mood
high in the mountains
spread across their lonely peaks.

10/23/21 by PineTreePoet


You should know
I’m easily charmed
by mountains and moss
and early evening owl hoots

so if I ever disappear
and you don’t find me here

it’s possible I’ve laced my boots
and I’m enchanted and tripping
over big knobby roots.

10/9/21 by PineTreePoet


What would pine trees do?
They’d go hang out in the mountains.

9/26/21 by PineTreePoet


Nobody knows why we’re here
but I think I know
why mountains are here.

9/5/21 by PineTreePoet


We should all try
to imitate mountains.
A tall task, I’m sure.

9/18/21 by PineTreePoet


I don’t wear sunglasses
in the mountains
because I’m afraid to filter out
some new shade of sky
or new bend of green in a leaf
or a glimpse of the spirit
that fills my lungs
with such wild laughter.

6/1/21 by PineTreePoet


We need to go to the mountains
to practice our unnature:
preserve contemplate admire
something other than ourselves

7/26/21 by PineTreePoet


Mountains keep us safe
from pomp and leisure
for who could see a rugged peak
and humbly
not wish to seize her?

12/6/22 by PineTreePoet


There is no straight path
up a mountain
which is the whole point
of climbing

12/6/22 by PineTreePoet


You don’t need a secret map
to find treasure
in the mountains

5/14/22 by PineTreePoet


I ducked into a pine tree nook
I didn’t expect to be so smitten
they say these mountains are the best
and they sure weren’t kiddin’

11/17/22 by PineTreePoet. Grayson Highlands State Park, Virginia.

The very sign in Grayson Highlands State Park that inspired the next poem.


A sign covered in ice
and the trail split in two
I stood stumped
not sure what to do

but up in the highlands
either path
is the right way to go

hurry along now
there’s plenty to see
and we’re expecting snow

11/17/22 by PineTreePoet. Grayson Highlands State Park, Virginia.


The mountains need a doorbell
so just in case
they’re tired of my gossip
about Stress, Money, and Death
they can leave me at their doorstep
I’d understand

6/25/21 by PineTreePoet

Did you have a favorite of these poems about mountains? Did you like those I included by Emily Dickinson?

My favorites are poems #4 and #6. They both embrace a natural, wild medicine which calls each of us away from the plastic and steel and concrete we’ve grown so accustomed to.

Thanks for reading!

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George Callahan is the creator of Pine Tree Poet. He is an author of fantasy stories and an adventure poet. He prefers mountains and pine trees to most other things, and usually takes his dog Cowboy along for the ride.


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