Best Flow Away Poems
The beauty of water
Water, one of nature's great pleasures.
Do you find the sound of water calming, soothing and serene?
Whenever I hear water and am outside, it instantly calms me. If I’m feeling angry I’m calmed, if I’m sad, happy. When I’m near water I feel free from life's troubles and can have a quiet, peaceful time alone to meditate.
When I’m meditating, I feel free like water is. My negativity can flow away and I'm left with a feeling of true peace which is beautiful.
I particularly find lakes and rivers fascinating and beautiful. The still water and the serenity of lakes’ surroundings make it a very special place of pure happiness.
Whenever I'm near a lake or mountain I feel like that I’m in a higher state of consciousness. I believe that this is because it is a place of peace, profoundness and beauty in its truest sense.
I feel as though I'm in the presence of something truly great, majestic and benevolent. Like a feeling of overwhelming love, knowledge and power. this is our creator, our lord.
True beauty and knowledge are around water, you need to empty your mind. Be formless, shapeless like water. Water can flow or it can crash!! Also when I enter the water, I feel as though I'm being cleansed of all troubles and worries.
Water is like love, clean and pure. It is life, nourishment and fulfillment. Water courses through the earth like love goes through all of us. I feel that water is like a trinity; a trinity of flowingness, calmness and purity.
Water is symbolic among many peoples. Water has many positive aspects, some of these are; gentleness, sensitivity and expressiveness. I feel as though I have these qualities as we all do. You just need to let go of all your troubles and worries.
Clouds gently caress
Tips of the mountains slowly
As they flow away
my dreams flow away like colorful leaves floating the trees are reaching
the river of life where dreams linger on the shore water worn pebbles
yet some still linger and I hold them to my heart oh beautiful dreams
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February 15, 2016
Poetry/Monoku/beautiful dreams
Copyright Protected, ID 16-758-084-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, River of Dreams,
sponsor, Poet Destroyer
Sixth Place
As life has a way of letting us know,
There are two destinations of which way to go.
Should we follow our hearts and dreams?
Or let them flow away like a beautiful stream?
Who is really in control of here and now?
Your feelings are strongly beginning to prowl.
Professing your pleasurable inner cravings,
May not satisfy your wishful tastings.
To remain silent may be the ultimate shame.
Dare one say?.. Or should one dowse the flame?
With no intentions of destroying any life.
Oh, how struggles intrude to the extent of strife.
Perhaps share your mind and love will soon follow.
Allow the knowledge so we may indulge and wallow.
Will they be willing with their arms wide open?
Or will they remain in the life they have chosen?
The decision must find a way to be tranquil,
For both deserve happiness and bliss of ample.
All in due time will we commence that walk.
While minutes go by...tick tock...tick tock...
The little thrill as the wave’s ripple in
Making the hairs stand up, on the surface of my skin.
The kiss of the sun with its warm breath so light
As it soothes my skin with warmth and delight.
The sand rolls around where my hands touch it soft.
The water rolls back and forth carrying pebbles aloft.
Setting shells down with rolling grains of sand
Making minute rivers run from the fingers of my hand.
The blue of the sky so pale and so pretty
On the horizon I can see the outline of the city.
Birds bob on by walking in the sand,
Not caring that I’m there lying on their land.
Curiously watching me, little eyes darting here and there
Watching for what, I don’t know or care.
A tiny emerald green beetle scuttles on past
Taking no notice of me, but from the birds, rushes on fast.
The sun is setting; it’s time to go back
The tide has come in but it needs to get back
The coastguard come out and asks so polite
Please can you move, the tide needs to leave tonight.
You have laid there so long, blocking the way
Can you please go back - so the water can flow away?
The ships need to sail and the trawlers come in
But you are blocking the way as you are not that thin.
Forlorn clouds of loneliness engulf me in shades of grey,
pastel sounds of life and love grow dimmer to me every day.
I can feel the burning sunshine dancing on my back,
snatching colors from my world, it melts them into black.
Lost amidst the stars somewhere I once heard a storybook rhyme,
the girl who said she'd always love me is now once upon a time.
Before this darkness found me I saw roses everywhere,
now piercing thorns of emptiness are more than I can bear.
I long to view the peaceful sea; all I hear are the crashing waves,
to read between the lines of living; my eyes are but dots on a page.
To witness lightning's warning of the thunder that I fear,
the stream of life flows by me, leaving only sights I can hear.
The wind brushes through my hair on its way to the towering trees,
the streams rushing through my soul on their path to the faraway seas;
like the wind we blow away,
like the stream we flow away,
on our journey to the tomb of eternity.
Written 4 Nov 2020
I took a stroll one hot summer day
The sun glared with its hot rays
As I walked beside the flowing waters of the river
At the reflecting light off the water I would gaze
Wading through the rippling rapids
The cool water ran
While I stood and listened
To the trickling of the water
And watched it dance around around my legs
And flow away….
~9/26/2018
Pete Rose and Shoeless Joe Jackson are gone
Major League Baseball locked the door with them
now with PEDs ban should be withdrawn
today’s drug use has darken baseball’s gem
in the early days baseball was strong and pure
except for being only for white men
maybe Ty Cobb was a bit immature
that was the way the game was played back then
baseball is a product of the USA
and Major league baseball is politics
it was a great game to watch and to play
and those stadiums were truly classics
Wade Boggs is the owner of Field of Dreams
baseball won’t flow away in any streams
put in paper and let it sail into the ocean and open sea
see how your troubles drift free feel your emotions entangling
drowning in sorrow will only deepen the blow and the harder to surfs
its hard to see when it is pitch black deeper to a emerge dry standing
on ones own to feet balance UN steady not at all ready for the wind blows
and the moon glows on a clear blue sea wide high as the waves flow
drifting sand taking me away as i lay blind sided by the waves current motion
putting myself as this paper still intact not yet braking apart floating
day by day i say may the moon and the sun guide my way to a better place
were i dont have to race with a straight face the clouds are forming and the rain is about to fall
so i put up the walls to keep out the stress that invades my space full of gray sparkling rays
racing up and down my spine giving me mix vibes saying bye to the paper years of tears
full of fear of the storm forming it self into a massive hurricane ready to swim and not sink
in a blink of in eye the ink will dry the paper will brake taking all negativity leaving posterity between me myself i so i swim as of not to drown drinking a string of broken emotions letting it flow away from me cleansing my soul free so i can get back and land on my own two feet drifting all odds in my high and lows i will still grow old to see the spread of the sea weed among crystal clear ocean
A bullet meant for one has somehow hit us both...
We tried to share more then we could but with little hope..
Now two hearts lay on the floor as pieces flow away..
I wanted you and her but my mind just couldn't stay..
To break one without the other is magic trick not found..
So now I lay here with my heart that barely makes a sound...
The hands of time I can not move or somehow change this mess..
I tried to have it all but I just ended up with less...
I damaged my own feelings by lying to her
Now I can’t live my days without my pearl
I never did realize, she makes my heart stirred
I’m on my insanity, my chance has been hurled
Her face now is my nightmare I can’t leave off
Lurking my thoughts of her wise and magic touch
What was inside me, I’d bled her heart and love
These make me drown my heart where evils crouch
Regret makes me awake yet in time kills me more
Death would only make me suffer inside the earth’s core
To live this curse is my only option
Until her forgiveness drunk by me as the curing potion
First 8 stanza: By Michael J. Falotico
9th-end: me
:)
* Always a pleasure to collaborate with him :)
Santa Claus took from the NON-for Profit
" people who wish to marry fund"
to support his gift giving campgain.
Santa who doesn't eat Venision
heard that the "rights of Modern Men"
were sponsoring a Four Meat supper
to raise money for the
" People who wish to marry fund"
he asked one question, " are they serving Venision?"
the fella said yeah, and taters and yams, and those
sweet, sweet taters. " Oh yeah said Santa,
them po' (Bleeps) gonna learn. "Bife for the We-if"
"not sear the deer". "Things their mothers have done, don't they
know better" " "They have a treasurer who drinks don't they"
"the fella said they sure do boss!" "they sure do!" Santa told him
that summa (beep) is gonna look foolish when
he finds the gift I'm leaving him"
then he got on his sleigh and flow away.
when he returned,(two days later)
he just smiled and said "Christmas is saved!"
and everyone went back to work cheering for Ole Santa!
When asked, "what did you leave the fella for Christmas?"
He told him, " I left the (beep) absolutely nothing"
"I farted in his face when I walked by him sleeping"
Staircases of lost trails
of thoughts in the ancient
recesses, nooks and corners,
in the half-drawn zebra-crossings,
and anomalies of lives
that intersect to deviate
into the realms of not knowing,
in the half-empty shops
that sell enchantment,
in the giant-bridge that overlooks
a breathless flow of an uncanny water
that connects parallel dreamy lands
of unyielding mysteries,
in those rooms of blue benches
and dusts of hasty chalk-throws,
or grounds of emerald
bathed in a sublime light
of a morning sun of my ancient days,
in the scribbles that remain
in the pages of my unforgiving memory,
in the beats of dhak, the wilderness
of my mythical joy, of colors,
of countless harmonics,
and the fairy-tale comeback of
an endearing goddess,
everytime,
in the fierce flow of roaring crowd
and that quaint bookstore on my
favorite pavement,
in farewells of people
who meet perchance in the alleys
of rusty, frantic mayhem
before they get lost in everyday,
in the forsaken poem
of vivid insurgence,
in smiles of conjoined thoughts,
in sudden storms of noetics,
in the falling for, in
the collision of asteroid-like souls
that collapse into a fierce,
maddening story, in the
growing-apart of those
half-made story-pieces
that flow away with
the winds of merciless change,
in the whimpering of thrown-away
worlds, and tinkling of chimes
on the window of longing-----
O my lovelorn city, how are you?
A summer rain arrived, unwelcome, cold and unannounced,
Spattering softly then louder, as if a hidden tiger had pounced.
I stared out of the window pane as the world turned silver-black,
With distorted reflections of lights from the thunder flash and crack.
A face stares back from the window, captured in each rain bead,
Like a fragmented, displaced reflection of a soul clinging to a need.
They wriggle down the window pane, as if searching for a course,
Like a hidden memory surfacing, loosening a mighty natural force.
Each bead a broken part of me or perhaps a fragment of my soul,
As it clings to the window pane, fighting and crashing as they roll.
Some they merge together as lover warriors against the world,
But they tumble fall to nothing as more raindrops are unfurled.
They softly flow away together, their identities lost from view,
Leaving the world so refreshed, fragrant as early morning dew
An order and a reason, portrayed so assured and so intense,
Rests behind its demeanour, its nature, is not an offence.
What of the different parts of me that are lost upon the pane?
They are washed away to nothingness and purified by the rain!
Nonsense, nonsense, spews from my mouth,
These random letters that flow away.
Unable to put them together, I walk away,
And leave my wasted words on the ground.
Nonsense, nonsense, that's all you speak,
Throwing insults is all that you can do.
Such a shame that a person is wasted,
And stealing tears from others.
Nonsense, nonsense, is all that we can speak,
For that's all we know how to speak.
All you could do was insult me, but I smile,
Because I know you're better than that.
Picking up your words, I piece them together,
And make a real sentence we both share.
"Hello, how you are?" Woops, I messed up,
But we both laugh it off and smile.
Fixing up each other's words, we laugh,
Companionship is such a nice thing.
No one else may speak our nonsense,
But we can speak for each other.
Do you wanna know how i feel about you
Do you wanna know the feelings i have for you
Do you know how i dream of us two becoming one
Do you know that my love for you burns with the white hot intensity of a million suns
Do you know of the love i've got for you
That it goes deeper than any ocean, thats how i define this emotion
Do you know of the feelings i have for you
That i feel so high,my feet flow away from the ground,i can touch the sky
Do you know of this fire that burns for you
It runs deep this desire,burns hot does this fire.
My love for you will always be
Because you are so dear to me
This love i have will foever be for you
Because these are my feelings for you