Articles written by Joe Poulton

How To Guides |
Community

About me - Joe Poulton

I live in Vancouver, WA and enjoy to write about life's happening as much as I enjoy to photograph those same events. So, I'm just here to attempt at getting things going on the writing side of life.

Thanks for checking me out,

Joe Poulton

p.s. that is a

+ more bio information

RSS Feed

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Broken love: 8 of 269

Soulful Waterways Sit here On a rocky perch I dream of a day When I can lay Together Apart Yet forever Shall remember Never shall I forget Forever shall last This moment's past Yet a breeze A new moment's wind Has come at last Again Shall we watch Together The waters Of this moment Pass Until Again we part As if a dart In th...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Love of nature: 4 of 35

Star of Passion Look into The night sky, To see Upon this mountaintop. The beauty of, The beauty with in, The beautiful Star of passion, Shooting across This weary sky tonight. Oh, How I dream. Of a passionate existence. Such Refrains, Remains, Never to be. Be hold, The passion fades, Fades away this very day. As the sun, Th...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Media: 5 of 15

Asinine Syndicate Firm jokes, Blue of sky Red and hide. Midnight hazel Of the moon rise. Across the many skies, Of the scaled horizon. One, Paints in directions. Never quite caught, In a photograph. Yet, Humanity, cries out For more. Lie after lie. Sit here, In multicolored barrels Of tie-die. Absorbing, Red love Stultified ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Ironing: 13 of 36

Extreme Ironing Iron your way on a line, tightly strung between two mountain tops. Iron your way through, A vacuum Between time. Iron your way standing, Securely in the waves Along the coast. Iron your way, Through, Beyond sunset. Iron your way, Till Sunrise. With a gale, Of life's steam.
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Reflections: 113 of 229

Serenity Of Solitude Early morning serenity Among the canyon of solitude, Thus myself found. As I realize, What's abound. Such morning purity, Brings along a new aptitude. For the journey Through the canyon, Enables a spell of uncertainty. Yet, myself known Abound with agility. For the crown, Of my mind's gate Shall not anti...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Coffee or tea?: 8 of 16

Ti Quan Yin An oolong tang, As if to tingle In union. Seep, of delicate leaves For an evaporative aroma Of excellence. Soothing, As misty vapors Pause, For my senses. Enabling gain, Of a moment's bliss.
Travel > North & South America Travel Diaries Travel experiences: Mountain climbing in Washington: 1 of 1

A Salute to Mt. Baker There I was on the plane, headed for Bellingham, WA. As I relax in my naturally vibrating chair, due to the consistence of turbulence. I begin to gaze out of the window to my right, noticing the ground departing as it falls away towards vast arrays of patterns. Watching micro versions of vehicles dissip...
Sports & Recreation > Hiking & Backpacking Assessing the risks of mountain climbing: 1 of 1

Lessons From The Mountain Why do people think that mountaineering is dangerous, let's compare it to something we do everyday. When you're driving down the freeway and someone is swerving ahead of you, you slow down. Everybody assesses risks everyday of their lives. When you're driving that morning commute, knowing that peopl...
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Real life heroes: 95 of 163

Portland Mountain Rescue (PMR), in fact all rescue groups are heroes in their own right. Including rescues that take place in far reaches of the globe that few ever hear about. For example, the late Alex Lowe carried an injured climber over his shoulders at 19,300 feet on Denali in Alaska in the process of getting that indiv...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Time: 477 of 686

In The Case of Time I'm sitting on a staircase, with a time frame to my fame. You think this to be a game. I'm sitting on a briefcase, with a time lapse to my fame's clasp. You think you can clap. I'm sitting on a folder, with time's files to my denial. You think I'm old and senile.