Best Clear Blue Water Poems

Sacred Lake Titicaca

High atop the Andes, between Bolivia and Peru,
sits the birthplace of the Incas, sacred Lake Titicaca.
A powerhouse of nature through and through,
it was created by the Inca god of the lake, Viracocha.

A treetop view showcases unique flora and fauna that abound,
from llamas to...

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 A thousand birds are singing in hidden places,
oh, how I envy their lofty tree top view;
sweet the songs that drift down the mountain spaces,
and listen, distant thunder echoes in a sky of blue !

Soon, I take a rest from my journey by a lake,
where...

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My dreary life shunned, a chance to escape;
atop glacial peak, glorious vision.
Oasis amongst the frigid landscape;
found sanctuary, almost Elysian.

Colorful fish dart, despite intrusion,
in clear blue water of idyllic lake.
Grand oaks' enclosure heightens seclusion,
if this be a dream, no wish to awake.

Surmount gnarly trunk, in bosom...

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The power and beauty of Nature fill my heart,
Sometimes, gazing at a mountain's grandeur make the tears spill,
Thunder and lightning at eventide, give me a thrill,
Yes, I stand in awe of Nature.

A bird's sleepy chirp at twilight makes me take notice
As I think of the...

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Lying where songbirds have a treetop view
of clear blue water near a rocky trail,
Secret Lake is not so hard to get to
nor very secret, for folks know it well!

Where colorful fish are swimming, this lake
is popular in summer, and such cool
refreshment is its water that...

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Gazing upon the earth that sits before my eyes
I think of all the trash,and the pollution filled skies
Hatred that ravaged lives,in every single city
Causing me distress,and a heart full of pity
Pride,and greed,that filled the minds of so many
I hope the people of this new world,can...

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The cable car proceeds, its old motif
on slender wire eyed by waiting queue -
So much it seems depends on thin belief -
We flew upon anonymous review.                    

Its window panes were dotted with the prints
that algid fingers...

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rocks couch amid its clear blue water for maidens to sit...sing its marvelous wonder







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Feb. 21, 2016 1.30am

First Place
Contest: (In One monoku #7)-Write what you see or feel
Judged: 2/21/16
Sponsor: Poet Linda/ Poet Destroyer A...

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Encamped beside a clear blue water lake
We call it, Bullfrog Valley. Here, they thrive.
The labyrinth of streams the water takes
Brings insects, as the meadows come alive.

Blue herons wade, perched hawks take treetop views
Colorful fish seek shelter in the shade
The bullfrogs sing for rain, from grassy...

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Two faithful souls stand listless in the great big tower 
overlooking the stranded city that once stood tall
yearning for a quiet place to lay their heads 
while far beyond the deserted land 
a soft blue light gleams gracefully above tranquil skies,
dancing shadows rocking to midnight...

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Early morning first light, sneaking through 
a wandering gaze out onto a sea of fog. 
A cool and glorious mountain tree top view
away from the city traffic and smog.

Beneath the breeze's hands, nature is dining,
sipping the morning sunshine wine,
rambling through the lush green, alluring 
woodlands....

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One night I dreamed I wandered, weary in a desert
until a clear blue water lake emerged ahead
midst the new pine landscape of my dream.
Four specks far away, approaching. . .
soon turned into four strong ranchers wearing big brim cowboy hats.
My memory was stirred in tune...

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Hunter Becomes the Hunted
World War 2 is still relevant in 2014. Widow of a Kriegsmarine Captain's U-boat still misses her husband. How she wishes he'd had a shore posting and not gone to sea. When he died in his steel coffin, he left a wife...

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« Porto-Vecchio », song by Julien Doré

(Note : If there’s a melody that can slither/sail past the ear-drums imperceptibly and settle permanently in the hypothalamus, this’s it. The sustained tempo in a low key and the husky but soothing and infinitesimally modulating whispered tones of...

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I’d rather be found,
on top a mountain
to see a landscape,
no artist could paint.

I'd rather be seen 
in clear blue water,
warmed by the equator,
no pool can imitate.

I want to sail oceans,
me against Poseidon.
to fly like Icarus,
and sore into the blue.

But I am Tantalus,
trapped by my own...

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