Best Meander Poems

If I let my mind meander -
like a river backwards through time -
past rocks and turbulent waters
and also through the calm times
when the surface of that river was smooth as glass -
I go further back to a time 
when my life flowed like a stream,
less...

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This is my humble tribute to our dear Soup member Andrea Dietrich, using some of her poem titles. This is actually inspired by a contest named "Title Wave", that was sponsored by our Soup member Richard Lamoureux last year, in which I did not enter,...

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A Renga for Poetry Soup:


Meander

Time and the river
Endless silver morning
Autumn leaves float by

Shimmering streaming mountains
Pines swaying in constant winds

Morning mirror
Another gray hair
Ah! the wind of time

Spring's last daffodil
Plucked for a dinner paty

Diamond blue fragments
Reflecting off stream waters
Another moonrise

Sunset colors disappear
Shooting stars

Campfire sparks
Fresh fish and conversation
Embracing...

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We meander off the beaten path, 
A veritable sally,
Admiring the flight of lively swallows 
Above the green vast valley.

Puffy white clouds form and reform,
Methinks, one looks like a galley.
The twittering birds in perfect harmony, 
Look like a rally.

Sheep graze here and there,
How lovely to be...

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skylarks
singing so high,
sweet notes fill a blue sky-
raing melodies upon pastures
of rye...

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Meander and Great Gander

Writing poems and playing a guitar
My soul never scare or leave a scar
Even though some say I'm a rising star
Love hearing me play from off way far

Poems of my personality are an extension
May remove all of your **** retention
Reading my poems is...

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The gentle river that flows through your fingers
Your untameable spirit that panthers with power
To your subtle flow to oceans of hidden treasure
I surrender on a trickle of a wave to your meander

I dreamt of a blanket that had me warm with desire
It was the yawn...

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I am of the moment
It's interesting being that way
I observe with interest what causes stress to others, that doesn't touch me
When I had no responsibilities I'd get on a plane and meet a friend if she was travelling - Paris or wherever... Find out the...

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I walk through the fields of butterflies and start to feel ROSY,
I think of all the  s p l e n d o r  in my life and I begin to MOSEY-
As I see the little girl pick medallions I start to get...

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Unhampered by daunting perfection
Not given to much introspection
Contented with idle reflection
I wander in aimless direction. 

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Contest: Form 'M' Monorhyme
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Placed 4th
© 17th April, 2017...

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Went To Meander

Marjory Wentworth went to meander;
Took a gander and had to hand her
My poems that with me I did tote
Then she grabbed me by my throat;
No more of my poems can she endure.

James Horn

Marjory Wentworth is Poet Laureate
of South Carolina where poems are
always finer...

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The river kicks up its heels in swinging sway and lilt.
Winding downstream in a sinuous snaking stream bed it built
By eroding outer bends, building up its inner bends with silt
Defying the straight and easy path, which like a flippant lover it jilt...

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I meander past a rippling stream
my hair blowing in the wild wind.
Was that my name being called?
Did it sigh,
in the tangled trees?
I swirl, twirl to bird sounds,
my name but an echo- 
MOTHER  where are you? Wait!
Wait, wait for me mother!
But only silence...

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I don’t mean to walk away, just to meander
That’s not to say I don’t enjoy your cander
But I refuse to hear your immoral pander 
When it starts to mutate into wily slander 
I just imagined something so much grander 
Of myself than this unobservant bystander
But...

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1) The wind teased the waves, diffracting the civil twilight.
A crimson lily has shed some petals, staining the cobblestone path.
Thoughts meander among memories - a fresh headstone in the lee.

2) The gusty wind teased the waves, diffracting the civil twilight. 
A red lily has shed...

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