Best Flows Poems
In Love, Our Romance Flows In Kissing Streams,
Poets Tribute Series, fourth poet, Lord Byron
Claim I, thy wondrous heart into sweet dreams,
And in that soft glowing realm we slow dance;
In Love, our romance flows in kissing streams,
As Cupid's well-shot arrows took no chance.
From this teeming earth we dwell in pleasures,
While life lays golden bounty at our feet;
We wake to dawn's glory- its great treasures,
Finding welcome cheer in all that we meet.
Sky awards us its most heavenly blues,
Nature cries out its joy to our pairing,
Flowers parade forth their brightest of hues,
Our faithful Love is in this, our Sharing.
In our dreams we are eternally slow-dancing.
In our bedroom, eternally true-romancing.
We are bound as kind souls forever true,
As a bird pair, that in blue heavens soars;
You touched my hand and then deep Love I knew,
Triumphs beyond paradise's hidden shores.
This our great blessing, a gift preordained,
Its gleaming morns, as bright as shining dew,
May we this true bliss forever retain
Beauty, as our sweet longings we renew.
Come to me my Love- let thy hand seek mine
Allow yet again, lips that beg thy touch,
For within thy glow, I too can soft shine,
Souls at peace, cherishing life very much.
In our dreams we are eternally slow-dancing.
In our bedroom, eternally true-romancing.
Robert J. Lindley, 11-01-2019
Romanticism, ( Poet's Tribute Series, Lord Byron )
There is a little sprinkling of love down deep,
a wee twinkling (light) ---
without which we couldn't exist;
like light upon the sleeping cove,
faint in the thick night,
afar yet it (glows),
the bloom from the rose has kissed the momentous
(moment)
Its (body) stem could only pretend to tear into life;
its little vision once as a puddle for a pond,
now the She-Earth has poured her life breath ---
and wept into wild rivers seeking the edges of the world,
the rain forests welcome her flow of lovely;
rainbow waves, and bubbles to bounce
where children play,
whence the nestled nightingale sings his plea
All of life bound beyond the eye, tethered at last to feel,
to see....
what is in front of thee;
the mountain moans, the mountain groans!
the felt whispered winds all Earth within,
the body weens into mind, emotion, things unseen...
What of worlds, and wolds of vast cosmos,
a quasar billions of might of Earth's sun,
yet a soul singular,
more mighty than thy many quasar flight?
The mother defys death to save her babe ---
in it all the world is saved,
one world enough, upon the galaxies bereaved;
one flower to make a universe,
and set it upon its course of so much more....
One from which flows the waterfall,
the tumbling tender truth;
from kind thought ---
your life to have all anew,
a fresh poured cure, to mold
endure....
what God would have of you;
a mighty wave upon the ramparts,
a new love upon the land,
a bloom forthwith,
sing ye, all Kings and Queens of Earth!
***Written in 2015***
#pen
"ADHD"
In the still of the night,
my thoughts are racing
and need erasing.
All I have to do is use my pen,
then the art of writing begins,
the thoughts become silent.
Flowing words onto paper is reliant!
It helps me hide from ADHD for awhile,
It shows in my face with a sincere smile.
#SacredInkedBlood
A river in an African deep jungle,
They saw you and me as foreigners
when we decided to throw our selves
beneath the waters with our clothes on.
We let our waves of thoughts
get us wet,
and spoke the truth to each other
without words.
We smiled and shed some tears,
we held each other,
and never touched the ground.
We dived into the warmth,
and touched transparency….
They always lived here
and never noticed
that dreams are found
within their reach.
The rives runs,
Its warmth is infinite,
and yet for them
its cold and still.
We had a dream,
and they had none.
Our dream is true
and who should know
if they would see,
our dream as theirs,
or just one day
create their own,
and see the way
their river flows…
The view from our cruise ship
Conjures far-flung images of amber hues
A fusion of illusion and reality
Where bending arc of the horizon
Greets the magnificent ocean.
The ocean flows, having done so
Billion years plus so many more
Churning, foaming, bouncing, dancing
From Atlantic to Pacific, Arctic to Antarctic
And every continent in between.
It goes to war flaunting armored ships
Designs exotic scenic beaches
Goes boating, surfing, fishing
Enjoys scuba diving in coral reefs.
As our dining room turns heads to peek
At the petite towns of the Mediterranean
Dressed in olive and orange trees
Moonlight's reflecting from the sea
Dancing to twinkling lights from the hills.
This beast and beauty held together by gravity
Harbinger of love, romance, happiness
Fills my gleeful heart with its own echo
I think I know why the ocean flows.
August 2, 2017
HM: Strand select V contest by Brian Strand
Paced 2nd: A Poem I wrote and Sent Drifting
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Can you remember this feeling very much.
Hearing something in the kitchen making a fuss.
I can remember it so well, it's like yesterday.
Pots and pans wrattle, as I'm outside to play.
I would be playing in the dirt or kicking a beach ball.
Hearing mamma in the kitchen, hoping she'd call.
I know that she's cooking dinner in there.
I'm not sure what it is and I don't really care.
I am completely dirty from my head to my toes.
Is there dessert or ice cream, she only knows.
I can smell the cooking from the yard and all sides.
With realization I know it's sloppy joe and french fries.
How it was when I was young.
Freedom around the yard I could roam.
I loved my mamma and daddy for just being there.
I'd be nothing without them, no love or no care.
-No contest, just some things I was thinking.
a divine stream flows
rippling an aura of love....
sacred dip awaits
© kashinath karmakar (1st July 2011)
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Placement: 2nd ;(July 2011)
Contest:Precept:Nature's Haiku (Photo based)
Sponsor:John Freeman
her body nude and wet
glistening water down her back
a smile follows a hint
her flesh a beautiful brown tint
a scream
a moan
in the shower she stands alone
Ageing and poetry
Both teachers of my soul
Priorities and values learnt
Understanding self , feeling whole
Knowing the power of kindness
The clarity and strength of simplicity
Having greater appreciation in life
Holding dear what is most important to me
Embracing love and the ones l love
Voicing positives from my heart
Respectful of honesty and humility
Knowing the positivity and healing humour imparts
Life is not always easy
A venture of highs and lows
I have learnt to both cope and celebrate
Navigating lifes ebbs and flows
And In Rhapsody And Colors Life Flows
There in dear morning's soft glistening rays
White beach sand squishing between eager toes
Magical humming as waves blue sky sways
And in rhapsody and colors life flows
About, beyond, into eternity
I see an ant, its miracle divine
Endless waves splash into infinity
Dare I ever try to my soul define?
Do we see truth in blessing of sunlight?
Or dark in our desire to always fight?
Through scenic beauty and heart's tender beats
I sift sweet flavors of salt laced air
Graving far more than life's woes to defeat
I marvel at the birds flying in pairs
What do they think of dangerous mankind
Can they know we are lost seeking our way
Amongst trash we so often leave behind
Racing ever onward without delay?
Do we see truth in blessing of sunlight?
Or dark in our desire to always fight?
I walk in a soft daze wondering why
Life to us seems a magnificent mystery
We think foolishly to our flaws deny
When evidence emits from history
Then a fine gem appears, a strange seashell
Its radiance singing a lullaby
Immediately comes a wondrous spell
Saying, "your life exists to heaven fly".
Do we see truth in blessing of sunlight?
Or dark in our desire to always fight?
There in dear morning's soft glistening rays
White beach sand squishing between eager toes
Magical humming as waves blue sky sways
And in rhapsody and colors life flows.
Robert J. Lindley, June 24, 1979
Romanticism
Old Note-
I hope so deeply that life stops being so damn hard
In my dreams it promises such wondrously sweet rewards.
New Note-
Even now with rhapsody and colors fading
Life cries out, live and love- we are still grading.
Yet to feel, yet to find
Time will weave a way to bind
two hearts in an ocean of bliss
hard to forget and hard to miss.
Waiting for that one fine day
to meet a heart which I portray
one who adores me like a rose
a love that forever flows.
The morning light spills gold across the floor,
Yet shadows linger where your laughter stayed.
The clock ticks on, but I can’t close the door,
For time can’t heal the shape your absence made
The moon-controlled tide continues to kiss sand
It can recall the voice that I can no longer hear
Though thousands of stars still glow above the land
Their beauty falls dim at thoughts of you, my dear
Yet, I adjust my life to live without your voice
We discussed days happenings, nature, God's love
Now life has to be lived, continued, there's no choice
I think of you each time I see those wonderful doves
Grief floods my heart, and mind so many times
I never know when something will of you remind
Me, as flowers you planted without reason or chime
All spring more appeared for all of us to find
Did you know death was near and wanted us to see
You in every place on these acres, which used to grow
Crops; just like you to start planting not stop; just be
Well, I want you to know that your spirit still does flow
Time keeps marching on second by second flows
Minute by minute the sand just goes
Daytime, lunch, peace, or wartime
Springtime, sublime time
Time trickles
Time
Like nickles
Slips through overtime
Soon it reaches wintertime
Where the time went only God now knows
Time keeps marching on second by second flows
nickel, American coin worth 5 cents
Tinkering over the pebbles
flowing freely onwards
smoothly
leaving in its wake soft ripples
as it travels homewards
blithely.
written 03/07/2015
by Shadow Hamilton
contest: Memento Of Waters
visual 5 used
Your life in the world in a form
Of a river running without a storm
Moving daily with all good in a word
Flowing freely like a song in a chord
River flows in you
Like a song made for you
River grows in you
Like a long story written about you
River flows in you
Mind of excitement and gratitude
For God's love in you
Wind of solace and great attitude
River will never stop running
As birds never stop humming
The world will always be there for you
As long as the river flows in you
Never give up to be a better person. Past will always be a memory, but the present and the future will stand up for you all way... to help you become a better You!
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