Best Estuary Poems

When miserable clouds assemble,
bursting with drops of sorrow,
gusts of torment bring dark tides to your door.
You feel hope is like forgotten pennies,
lost at the bottom...

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As sunrise silently
marinaded morningtide meadows,
our lips flowed like two streams,
merging within an exclusive estuary

so we set home upon the river bed.

At first we floated like...

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“Sleep paralysis is like a waking nightmare, except you can’t escape it.” – Unknown



Tonight, when the 
jilted bells toll, 
my decayed 
soul sighs,
I lay paralyzed...

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And so it is, that both the Devil and the angelic Spirit present us with objects of desire to awaken our power of choice. There...

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Behind the elaborate mask I wear
Beyond the depths of blue soulful eyes
Beneath the painted lips and coiffured hair
my tears flow into an estuary of sorrowful...

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I'm an estuary of ivy-furs,
sleeping in monsoonal moonglades of love~
as the savannah sun of sunset blurs,
slowly unveiling stars with golden glove. 

When russet- fairies twirl...

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Held unyielding in your narrow mind
is the ignorance which keeps you blind.
Building dams will only hold you back
from accepting that white is not black.
Like a...

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I find sanctuary in this sonnet
when as verdant hills rhymes do fall and rise
with aspens quaking in the windless skies.
One such will have blue birds...

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Your memories quirk in the rays of 
    stagnant oceans,
    my yearning hangs on the tail of the dark...

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I smell the scent in the water
As it pushes through my gills
My desire to return
beckons me to the place of my birth
For me the desire...

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A mighty river life is,
Where 
The powerful waters of
Rushing feelings, 
Roaring emotions  
And 
Thunderous ideas flow,
That 
In wonder its source has
And 
Its estuary in...

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Young Ellen Hanley caught John Scanlon’s eye
He was determined that she’d be his wife
Their marriage was cursed and Ellen would die
On the River Shannon she...

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I guess I’m more accustomed to the modern sting these days;
the one that comes by e-mail or the phone.
They might hurt the pocket with the...

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Wanton Willows weave athwart the weir
Wishing all the while wilful to wind
Their winsome wands that whelm and win
The restive writhing watery way 

Meandering in moonlit...

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In his heart a man plans his course but 
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