Best Cascading Poems
By the breath of God frost is given ...
Hast thou entered into
the treasures of the snow? ...
Out of whose womb came the ice?
and the hoary frost of heaven,
who hath gendered it?
— Job 37:10; 38:22,29
Standing in the winter cold,
tasting the small snowflakes that fall
I think of you, my God ...
and your boundless cascading love
You revealed to me the secret treasures of the snow
How each small act of kindness
is like one little glistening snowflake that the wind blow
Your love so heavenly dispersed
across the whole earth
Billions and billions of countless snowflakes,
I open my mouth wide to taste
So much heavenly love cascading down;
I see the virgin snow shining all around,
as more snowflakes of love fall to the ground
Your godly wisdom shows us
that the heart of man wax cold
So You reveal the warmth of Your endless love
in the form of the falling snow
Your evergreen shower of white love covers the whole earth
Each small snowflake
represents an act of pure faith birth love
given to each individual
Billions and billions of souls,
and billions of countless yet-to-be more
Be fruitful and multiply God said:
Let the whole earth abound with love
I see the snowflakes of cascading charity
shed abroad from the heavens above
Such pure, falling white love
Oh, how the cold feels so warm!
So much infinite love cascading down
Your love, my God, truly transforms
And more snow, more snow ... more snowflakes
keep falling out from the storm —
like hoar frost manna
falling down from the sky
They’re heavenly tears of joy ...
descending,
gently melting in my mind
Of whose falling,
I now know the meaning why
"We are the Dead. Short days ago.
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow.
Loved and were loved, and now we lie.
In Flanders fields. "
Quote By _ John McCrae (Flanders Fields)
on the eleventh month, on the eleventh day, at the eleventh hour
under a blue hazy sky in my city
we honored those who answered the call and died
for the peace and freedom that we enjoy today
we have a beautiful war monument and statue
and a tomb of the unknown soldier
that we treasure everyday not just on November eleventh
all the wars are engraved in stone
World War I, World War II, The Korean War, Afghanistan
and it honors the peacekeepers who lost their life's also
the sound of the bands, the parade of branches of the military
the 21-gun salute, and the jet fly over, and the choir singing
the pipers and trumpet, breaks the silence of those standing tall
and when it is over everyone removes their poppies
and places them on the tomb of the unknown soldier
like red tears cascading
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November 11, 2022
Submitted to the contest, 2022 Poetry Marathon, Mile 25
sponsor, Mark Toney
cascading kissed silken whispers
rushing
crashing
producing
a mist of forgotten raptures
soft harmonies
sprinkled against an undying twilight
countless poetic words written
but none can compare to
or describe your beautiful lasting sight
winged creature
that gives my pen passionate flight
I told my Hubby I needed a fountain to help the words to flow.
It seems in the shower my creative juices, really know how to go.
My Hubby says it’s because I become relaxed, in body and in mind.
That releases everything to flow with ease and in record time.
But then he stated it might also be: the water pounding on my head.
It’s beating me senseless to release the flow and to open it up, instead.
This may be true with a hard head like mine, sometimes it needs a touch.
But I think a fountain would be way more fun, and not hurt near so much.
And what would be more beautiful, than water as it’s simply cascading around.
My lovely birds could have a drink, as my barriers come tumbling down.
My Trolls could frolick and play all day in water as the sun comes beating down.
My dogs would jump to catch the droplets as they fall upon its crown.
And all I need is to get a basket to collect my wandering thoughts.
Truly nothing could be more worthwhile, no matter what the cost.
Droplets falling thru my thoughts would become a rainbow for my mind.
With a prism throwing forth-countless words, to arrange within record time.
I wish! I wish! Oh, how I wish! To bring forth this dream of so much renown.
So many words bubbling to the surface, before they’d come tumbling down.
They’d fill my mind, and fill my soul… before touching each other’s soul.
My fountain would finally be complete, as cascading words did achieve this goal.
Now I truly know, I’ll have no fountain, or any great renown.
Still I am grateful, for the few, who’ve read the words, which I have written down.
Written by Carol Eastman
Guaranteed to make us smile-
our new Spring comes every year;
its magic brings a warmer, brighter Sun-
as snow begins to melt and seedlings sprout
their fresh green leaves with blossoms to unfold.
Later, Summer takes Spring's reign-
her brush paints scenes verdant green,
and blossoms open wide in colors splashed
against lush lawns, while all the sprawling trees-
their branches filled with leaves, embrace blue skies.
Summer soon starts long goodbyes
while the Fall's brisk days come through
to chill the plants as leaves will fade and dry
from deep, dark green- to orange, red, and gold.
Weeks pass, and thoughts are turned to harvest time.
To crown year-end, Winter comes-
brusque, strong winds sweep Fall's debris
to blur the bleak, bare trees and ashen grass.
But, snow repaints these scenes with pure delight;
grand shawls of white safeguard our sleeping Spring.
Seasons cascade, one by one;
merge, adjust- complete one year!
In this land’s crevices the clear waters seep
These shallow waters that runneth so deep
Gushing on forward with its own natural force
It has made its own path, its own life’s course
Cascading over layers of shallow stepped rock
Surrounded by nature’s own tree lined copse
One can only admire it in its wonderment & awe
This unassuming place of beauty felt to its core
It’s as though the river is taking its own small leap of faith
Before cascading into the pool below in its own grace
Where it has been reinvigorated into a more calmer state
Before descending further down the river at its own pace
Just a precious moment in time captured with my own eyes
Absorbing all of its beauty before saying my last good-byes
Purple in dress, wows
Cascading black, down her back
She turns, tanned beauty
.
Vertical river-
Naked glass parading down,
In a waterfall.
How I've looked at the rain for hours
For it was so enticing to watch
The cascading droplets and the fog
Made a very good sight
I felt that's where I belong
A place surrounded by only rain and fog
A very cool and relaxing place
How I've wished for it to fall for hours
For me to witness this blessed sight
Why it was so entrancing
No one knows
For I felt at home
My love for rain
Knows no bounds
For at night, it is like sleeping in the arms of the clouds with warmth all around
When I look at a Waterfall -
I see the
forces of nature, strength
of a lovers arms, caressing you
Gentle, strong
cascading emotions,
cleansing the heart of doubts and worries.
Feeding life
into your soul, charging
your heart with hope and tranquility
I lie in
The foam of contentment
Looking with wonder at natures gift
Penned by Seren Roberts on October 28 2014
Contest: Some form of Crystalline
cascading water
become one with the sun…
a dappled display
Bursting, profusion.
White, pink petals cascading.
Burgeoning blossom.
Whilst we, in isolation,
Watch nature’s recreation
Cascading water
crystalline blue;
Rid me of stains
the days produce.
Make haste to quench
my torrid throat.
Seal, cavernous wounds,
this body totes.
Disguise these tears
that drench my face.
Soothe aging muscles,
my strength replace.
Defuse the doubt
that clouds my mind.
Spiritual spray
refreshes soul, divine.
Reviving energy
pours from the spout.
Welcoming, comforting
its warmth, its sound.
Once you're well done
with all my requests,
cleanse dreadful dreams
so I may rest.
Wading through cascading emotions,
I feel within me warring oceans,
Losing you, love, could cause such turmoil,
If I had known, your death I'd have foiled,
Lost that war with time and destiny,
Now I trudge on in hushed mutiny.
25th April 2023
For Line Gauthier's "Bite Size Contest No. 62"
whitecaps rushing on atop of thundering spring’s rolling jaded brook