Best Flowing Poems

Flowing Deep, Those Ghastly Shards Of Regret

Flowing deep, those ghastly shards of regret
and the spasms they birth in weeping soul
no reprieve, caught in that sorrowful net
love's joyous flag no longer had its pole.

Moon was shining and sky was gleaming bright.
That fateful night, I was blind,...

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                                Again I lift my pen to write,

      ...

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Strolling by flowing streams I pause,

   Pause as waters buff ancient stones,

      Stones o'er which water plays its hymns,

         Hymns that console my troubled soul!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Positioned is the brain, writing tool, paper or book
until the inside technically responds, static is the look.

The mind standing as the intellectual portal
is an excellent feature of being mortal.

Receiving sensitive signals no matter how small from the eyes
the one in the inside more in activity,...

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Sprinkled Stardust In Her Long Flowing Hair

In bright moonlight I saw her standing there
Sprinkled stardust in her long flowing hair
She looked just like an angel to me
If only this country-boy she could see
Looking for love and a heart bold and true
And happiness, with a future...

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Titillating drops of pleasure fall,
Showering down, halting tension's thrall.
Soothing warmth massages, eases pain,
Dispatching stressful remnants down the drain.

Caressed by warm pulsating stream,
I surrender myself to lazy dreams.
Imagining I'm in a far off place,
Wrapped in serenity's sweet embrace.

Floral fragrance with mist pirouettes,
Arousing senses, reviving zest.
Scrubbing away...

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water cooled smoke blows
inspiration’s river flows ....
thickness of smoke grows...

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A fountain of poems is rapidly flowing out the top of my head
Some of them are shaped like stars
Others are diamonds
There is Dracula holding a bunny!

Some of these poems are in color, others are black and white.
Polka Dotted!
I pick up a pen.
I can always use...

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All that we need to know will be revealed
Let us not employ thought to analyse 
Clear light of truth is by maya concealed
Aspect allowing is graced by surprise 

Once we cease playing game of illusions
No fetters remain that bind and confine
Egoless presence exits delusion
As head...

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Wrestling with time,
an illusion supreme

Its trinity empiric,
three masks to deceive

Past, future, and present,
our dreams undefined

Outside of their stricture,
new presence unrhymed

Rejecting convention,
short sighted and slight

Imprisoning our vision,
with capture and fright

In seizing this instant,
its moment sublime

All truth flowing freely
—unfrozen in time

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019)...

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At the end of the sea and start of the sand
there lies a place; a place where we stand
and watch the sea go from shore to shore
in an endless tide; that for so long before
the grass was tall and the wind was blowing,
has been moving...

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Sometimes, I feel…
Your essence surrounds me
It’s in the air I breathe
And when I close my eyes 
I dream and you are here! So real!
In a blink- it’s gone- never long
Reality slaps me awake 

So, I give up...


Run… Run with the winds…
Scale highest mountain peaks
Bask in...

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Life is like river
with a constant flow
death dealer and life giver
in its murky waters we grow
not much of a forgiver
cold riptides can drag you below
but be strong and don't shiver

the current is worth fighting
more then you know...

love and hate both in its quiver
life can take...

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Contour of her tears
Flow down her wet enhanced cheek…
Grey clouds spill some rain

Russell Sivey...

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long tree limbs stretching 
     over gurgling brook flowing
          minnows are dashing

I sit on the bank
     observing nature’s beauty
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