Best Confluence Poems
"Inspiration Quote #3 - Forget injuries, never forget kindness."
My mom was the kindest person I ever knew,
she and my dad instilled this quality in me:
and though at times difficult I was kindly as I grew,
I appreciate that those teachings were the key;
now, I am a friend faithful and true !
Like two streams flowing and connected,
all relationships need a meeting of one on one:
any conflict needs attention to be corrected,
a get together talk will clear the issues until done;
gently, a solution with each respected !
My dad told me to walk away from a fight,
he said the stronger person should turn away:
and no matter what always be kind and polite.
create a confluence of talking as the way;
and by being kind I can sleep at night !
It does not cost anything to be kind,
and is healthier than holding onto strife:
not all will like me so to that I am resigned,
I remove the hurt by removing the knife:
and let kindness bring me peace of mind !
Categories:
confluence, introspection,
Form:
Rhyme
Oh Ganga! river so revered
your holiness purifies deep
if thy essence we let in seep.
From lord Shiva's hair you appeared
down the mighty Himalayas
quenching the thirsty souls pious.
Yamuna, Saraswati neared
to merge with you at Triveni
Sangam of pilgrimage many.
Together all joyously cheered
by peasants and boatmen alike
before in sea you slowly dyke.
Your ambrosial waters so cleared
granting boon to even sinners
writing history of winners
Oh Ganga! river so revered
From lord Shiva's hair you appeared
Yamuna, Saraswati neared
Together all joyously cheered
Your ambrosial waters so cleared.
Note:
Ganga, Yamuna, Saraswati rivers' confluence takes place at Triveni near Allahabad. This confluence is also called Sangam in Hindi.
25.7.2020
Categories:
confluence, river,
Form:
Rhyme
water still runs clear
each year water’s source recedes
global change required
Categories:
confluence, earth,
Form:
Haiku
Quote: Forget injuries, never forget kindnesses. Confucius
A Water Fall is an awesome example of a supernaturally engineered portrait, captured by time and space, and displayed in a living masterful frame. It's inhuman but embraces a sight of wonderment; a sound that's 'forever hoped for'; a taste of 'peace unbroken' with nothing missing; a feeling 'undeniably enduring and soothing', and a 'to-die-for fragrance' of 'once upon a time'.
There is a beauty, crafted and hand-painted by the same fingers that formed me. It's an ever-moving and massive flow of living waters. Falling water, not to break or disintegrate, but divinely programmed to continue its flow to places far and wide with no place to hide.
There is no moon-controlled wave after wave of high and low tides, and whoever decides can come along for the ride. It speaks to longing and searching questions from deep within. It utters shouts of inquisitions such as: "O soul of mine, from whence cometh thou?" "What and where is your source, O gentle soul?" "And if the Water Falls have a source of origin and a point of destiny, does not indeed my soul also have a source of beginning?" O indeed, the Water Falls answer 'Yes' to me, saying, "O yes, you like I, the Water Fall, are handmade by our Maker, and absolutely nothing can deny us of our final destiny.
And so, I observe all of God's creation; and if I, like nature, continue saying 'Yes" to Him, all shall be forever well. Though our courses may toss and turn, our flows proceed. I imagine a gentle creek bed evolving into a river,
twisting and turning down-stream where it confluences with another river
and immortalizes its true identity and increases the power of its flow until reaching the edge of a cliff, where an expanse of earth is broken apart with an awaiting trench below.
Below, a new assignment of creative genius begins as a turbine is turned by rushing waters providing fresh energy. And new lights dispel the darkness.
Categories:
confluence, freedom, nature, water,
Form:
Prose
a prime stream makes her course
along niger’s foot-path
a juxtapose of ancestral headstones
& there: life sings like death?
& there: death cries into life?
for ancients are new arrivals at life!
o, a new cry ever rents this sky
along niger’s foot-path
now, greeting our drumming sky
o, a navigator of a mystery-path
lay on a fragile bedside seeking attention
a weird thunder of a rainy commotion!
Categories:
confluence, mystery
Form:
Rhyme
Streams mingle with rivers
And rivers mingle with oceans
while oceans reconcile the distinction
Like humans converging from regions
Civilization marks a local population
Originating back to their initiation
Modern trends reconcile the differences
Substituting Regionalism with cooperation
People shuttling from country to country
Mingling one another into the sixth ocean
Time by time removed the separation
Both in inherited values and appearance
A cosmopolitan of civilization appears
As the scene being shown in Australia
The continent lives people from everywhere
They're converging themselves into
A fresh civilization- the spirit of Australian
Categories:
confluence, appreciation, culture, immigration, paradise,
Form:
Free verse
My GreenLeft side
resists AngryYang
win/lose competing AngloPowers
for making money
commodified
secularized MonoTheistic
world conquering views
Supporting GodGiven economic rights
to colonize sinners,
more easily divided
from the AnthroHerd
when not white
not straight
not male
While my RedRight inside
recovers from ancient wounds,
frightened
angry
disappointed
sacred sad absence
of Holy Yintegral spirits
of Win/Win cooperative
EarthTribe co-investments
In
By
Through
Of
From
Sacred ecological nurturing
pan-sensory
bicameral co-passion
Liberally nurturing AnthroWealthy love
consuming Earth-healing conservation values
co-arising Spring's healthy newborn
reborn life
Like sunlight above
is to Earth dust
lust
must
bust
crust below
LeftGreen consciousness
of previous peak experiences
Rooted in regenerative
sacred
supernatural is also spiritual subliminal
inter-religious multicultural
outside undomesticated family values
Opening green/red
ultra-nonviolet positive,
unless disvalues
or misvalues
Are not not unvalues
unconscious
unknown
unloved
uncherished
ungifted
undivine
not humane,
unbecoming
To my emergent GreenLeft side
sense of healthy EarthTribe
indigenous integral balance
Resisting AngryYang
win/lose competing WhitePowers
for making money commodified
secularized MonoTheistic
world views
Excluding synergy's PanenTheistic
EarthCare opportunities
for compassionate
therapeutic communication.
Categories:
confluence, earth day, easter, green,
Form:
Political Verse
(Male’s part)
First verse
Why they swarmed into piling on sympathy
Why they came thirsty of my tethered heart and tearful eye
Why they were not done for my melancholic stance
Why they talked sour of my love and allegiance
Why they thought you have sailed back to return never
(Female’s part)
Second verse
My soul mate, my beloved
They meant me as a talking body, now mute forever
But you played endlessly with my soul
Still around, abiding in your heart
(Male’s part)
Third verse
Ah, I can breathe you deep down in my heart
Unable to differentiate you and the self
Feel renewed with your dreams
Getting feather in my eye
(Both)
Chorus
Death succumbed to our love
For it can only kill the flesh
Can’t even tamper with soul
Wherein breathe our love.
(Both)
Oh almighty, I warmly acclaim your phenomenal craft
Of mortal body and immortal soul
As a token of gratefulness
I will keep your particle, god particle, the soul
Dipped in immense sea of love
Categories:
confluence, love,
Form:
Lyric
Blanket of air,
Azuring violet amidst grey,
A painter's palette!
Dense foamy clouds,
Laced with silvery shine,
Wrath of fire's eyes.
Deciduous trees,
Red greening to brown,
Painter's lost paintbrushes.
Autumnal she is,
For these are her attributes,
Serene appearance BUT!
Enlocked in her eyes,
The ire of autumn, Rage,
She is fire.
Alas! The winter,
Will come and reduce her,
Cold, burnt soul.
For she exists,
In the moonless nights of men,
Winter, the MAN.
She will return,
With her vengeance cold,
Burnt though, un-burnt.
The winter is Brawny,
Autumn is a second's play,
She lost!
Battle of her existence.
Beautiful and young she may appear,
Old and cold she is.
The winter eats her,
Yet she dies to breathe life into him,
Dead is her soul,
Within the mortal beauty,
She is kissed by the Winter,
To death!
Yet she haunts,
With the veiled autmnal beauty of hers,
That Winter can't kill her soul
Categories:
confluence, 11th grade, autumn, woman,
Form:
Haiku
like a gurgling stream
laced with frothy white chiffon
life flows on quite smooth
their love too grows steadily
hurtling to a confluence
Categories:
confluence, analogy, feelings, love,
Form:
Tanka
We were rapids and falls,
two deep streams moving
into each other.
Rivers run, but we tumbled
and churned
until at last
we became a confluence,
not exactly oil meeting water,
but there was a separation
while we mingled.
When passion ran dry
we did not proclaim a 'goodbye,'
we just dipped a bucket of self
into that turbulence
and kept that essence
in a fishbowl of old memories.
Categories:
confluence, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
It
is there,
yet it is not,
flowing,never
still-
to and fro
to the sea,
wanders where it
will.
Categories:
confluence, nature, places
Form:
Lanterne
at the niger chambers where a pensive-calm
dwells amid nature and the hill-top lads
– the mouth-piece of the serene clan! –
where as many a lonely weaver she stands
o, where the now-weird homestead stands
– the epitome of native caves and mounts! –
’tis like a confluence of cabals that clenches
our world, a new world deep in the forests;
aloft of the ancient world of weavers and eaglets
an ancient world of the mother of the amazons –
there! we wait! the microcosm of new maidens!
– the new mouth-piece of a new serene clan! –
a confluence of mere cabals clench’ng our clan;
o, drum for these lonely weavers of the forests!
Categories:
confluence, allegory, sorrow,
Form:
Sonnet
composer performer
complex & complicated
flamboyant frenzied
evocative
emotions
extolled exhibited
keyboard expressions
of
heartbreak
melancholy
made lyrically
aloud
genius marooned
in
innovation
inner tragedy telltale torments
transformed
romantic naivete
fortuitously fingered
in
nocturne&concerto
for us
when we look laugh & dream
Categories:
confluence, music, people,
Form:
Ekphrasis
Is it hearty to eager gaze at him with fond hope?
As the latter view with life borne, in gradual slope.
A high-flying plane to God's never-ending city.
But picking dreadful death isn't offered entirely.
Endwise, I'll once again aim to relish a joyful life.
A cheerful get-together for all who have left strife.
No also poignant anguish, torment, or intricacy.
Since I merely bear all lack, will not require any.
In eternal Heaven, God will reward and soothe me.
As we promptly proceed on a never-ending journey.
With ample time, we'll be heeded as utterly were.
To sustain in perpetuity with my brood there.
As I anxiously exit from this premonition planet,
At the point when I enter Heaven's greatness exquisite.
Nudging me will reliably provide no justifiable excuse.
In regards to this loathsome and impure recluse.
Written: November 21, 2021
Categories:
confluence, analogy, beauty, destiny, faith,
Form:
Rhyme