Best Ripples Poems
I stand alone a barking tree, where silent sorrows of ripples flee,
No one hears my calamity, wearing weeps of my raped reality…
Branches droop to ice-cold ground, solitudes surface of their drowned,
Abysmal anguish of leaves have browned, lacrimal echoes of their sound.
Randomized reflections of rivers flow, suffering scourges in their woe,
Ripples raging in their row, creating cabalistic contrasts as they grow…
The forest dense as to populate, the seeds of seduction must copulate,
All is dormant until the eyes dilate, weeping willows that magistrate.
I accept my life near the lamenting lake, weathering wounds as I wake,
The wood whispers as to ache, secluded shadows share the snake…
Wandering waters that ripples bring, vines that struggle in their swing,
Alone in my salvaged spring, where sparrows segregate in their sing.
Gif # 1
02.25.2020
Placed 1'st & POTD...Thank You
The water begins calm
I think I saw a clam
It was hard to see
With ripples in the water
Every year from spring through fall, if you peered between the cattails you could see the swans in the center of the pond, head to head, their love peering back. On the pond's edges, from the tops of lily pads, frogs were singing of love's song as dragon flies frolicked gleefully above. We would sit and watch them countless hours, day after day as they gracefully swayed to the rhythm encircled in the reflections of love. One year in the dawning of spring, he returned alone, we watched him slowly swim with downcast head to the center of the pond, within the shadows of lost love he'd pause in the ripples that surrounded him, his sadness reaching the edges of the pond, where abandoned lily pads tilted downward caught in the spirals of his lonely tears. He still comes to the pond, muddied and alone from spring through fall, through clouded eyes we still watch him swim, wreathed within his pain we taste his loneliness.
head downcast, he swims
enclosed in the pond's ripples
his tears splashing back
October 12, 2019
Writing Challenge, October, 2019 -Bird-
Sponsor, Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode
Against the edge of the pond
filled with spring water,
that seeps from beneath the earth,
I stand embracing untroubled comfort,
beneath the cool shade of a tall black willow tree.
I close my eyes and inhale the sweet fragrant blooms
of marsh marigold, Japanese water iris,
and water spider lilies growing along the edge.
I Bend down, pick up a pebble
and throw it into the pond.
In impact a splash, and the resounding plunk,
making glimmering ripples spreading over the water.
Observing the ripples,
wistful thinking about the past,
memories of secrets,
pain, betrayal, hope,
and love that entered my heart.
In hand, I held a pebble of my life that was so easily thrown away.
8/24/2017
I wrap the darkness 'round me like a quilt
As questions bay like hounds at my belief
And tho' the tears are poison, dearly spilt
Those e'er still waters ripple with my grief
While love is lost to time, the coldest thief.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Writing Prompt- English Quintain Imagery" Poetry Contest, Dear Heart, Judge & Sponsor.
Boundless Ripples
Refulgent ripples by nourishing night
Waves of love by magnanimous moonlight
My soul sending signals to you in flight
Never reaching the end thru waters white
Within the pond of love releasing ripple effect
I breathe your breath as the waters reconnect
Boundless and soundless they forever reflect
Vestal vibrations of visions in loves resurrect
Thru endless time and wandering waters gold
Ripples that touch your heart and withhold
Before they turn to tears and undyingly unfold
Our bonding love that has broken the mold
Heavenly tides in realms of tendering twilight
Ripples of the Nile we journey in partible plight
Thru the Valley of the Kings a sculpturesque sight
Ripples of eternity enduring, as lovers flames ignite.
Aug.27.2017
Ripples In The Water
Sponsored by: Nayda Ivette Negron
The desolate wasteland of deprivation traversed
by my jagged life that tried so long so very hard
to smoothen the angularities of the serrated mind,
swirling in the egregious whirlpool of indignation.
Sucked into sordid abyss of despondent delirium,
I searched out for myself a path of passion within,
leading through the pulsating portal to my heart,
not yet frozen in the prolonged winter of despair.
The spring of yearning came with fragrance of fervor,
drifting on the dreamful wings of the sensuous time,
from the flowers of my blooming heart where you flew
like a butterfly creating cadence of surreal symphony.
Harmonized with the mesmeric music of my longing,
enthralled emotions danced on the ripples of rhapsody
that rolled between you and me to entwine us forever,
consecrated the concept of concealed craving called love.
You let it bloom with the floral design of fervent desire,
the patina of silky petals would shine till the end of time.
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September 3, 2022
For A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Contest
ripples on the lake
quietly spreading outward
nature's vibrato
softly falling rain
builds ripples to crescendo
shimmering sparkles
water, calm and still
until stone skips across it
splish splash stepping stones
ripples dance and play
in verse with meter and rhyme
nature's poetry
reverberation
rippling sensation
Sadness weeps not for itself
rather from broken windows of a child
where each piece lay by the tracks of despair
where unshaven shadowed men slept in bushes...waiting
to board tomorrow in their continuous circle of failure
it is the broken sidewalk
felt by little feet, through the holes of shoes
one step at a time
the water fountain of white's only
that dripped constantly with hate
the scorched eyes that pierced cotton armor
sewed by a Mother's hand
worn on the body of the bowed head of embarrassment
that walked by pointed fingers of laughter
never accepted, never welcomed
it is the tears that make night longer
the rush of blood following a wounded trail
it is the soldier that fought a hundred fights of respect
and the pounding fist breaking walls
the lonely cry of empty nights
on narrow bridges with a sad moon
counting ripples lapping stones
on the banks of tomorrow
wondering about fate...listening to crows
as they call out the name of darkness
wanting death to appear, without regret
to find a planted stone in an empty field
without footprints...where grass grew
to cover any reason that someone lived
2/12/18
Ripples fade on shore
as there will be next to fade
like a shipwrecked soul
who risks and writhes in defeat
like a dropping leaf on scream
12.19.17
"Stunner 2017"
hosted by Line
Third Place
no more is she dead…with ripples of her memories ye bring alive
04.02.2023
Poet’s note: A father feels distraught that his daughter left them soon after birth upon not finding him there to hold her in arms, an admiring father. Later, after years he finds one he thinks she’s his daughter. The girl too feels that way. This Monoku summarizes his heart-felt feelings.
A life without you
like a dawn without dew.
Love without you,
love not so true.
A ripple that grew
was the ripple that blew.
A ripple so brief
a ripple of disbelief
a ripple that died
hurting our pride.
Sit by my side
where we cried
let things slide
and set love aside.
I'll show you the moon
as lotus flowers bloom
in view of my pond
where you belong.
Hiding beneath a leaf
a ripple of belief
a ripple so brief
but a ripple of relief.
We will go to the lake
memories will awake
we'll sing our song
and renew our bond.
I'll throw in a pebble
a ripple will treble
a ripple will ride
a ripple will guide.
I'll bow in a glide
ask you to be my bride.
August 29, 2017
Ripples
Down the dusty road,
in tattered rags,
He came,
weary,
wilted,
and
withered.
Body bent with age,
bones sticking out of the flabby skin,
with a tremor
running down his limbs.
With eyes reflecting hope,
he waited at my doorstep.
No words came out from pursed lips
but,
in mute language
begged for alms,
hopeful he would never be betrayed
I held his shriveled hand,
helped him ascend the steps.
Like a child obeying it’s Elder,
he sat on a chair in the patio.
The sumptuous fare, served before,
he surveyed with eyes
bulging out in utter disbelief,
and greedily devoured
every bit of morsel.
A rare gleam lighted up his face.
With hands folded in benison
he stood up and silently took leave.
I watched him stumble
along the country track
and fade away in the distance.
Ripples of joy stirred my mind
in ever widening circles
as, a pebble idly tossed
causes ripples in still waters
over a random act of kindness
idly tossed !
Kindness
Down the dusty road, in tattered rags he came-
An old man- weary, wilted, and withered.
Supported on a stick, still he staggered lame,
And with age and fatigue, his body quivered.
I could see a tremor running down his hips.
With expectant eyes, he waited at my doorstep.
No words came out of his pursed lips.
He was tottering as he took each step.
I held his hand, helped him to the patio.
Like a child obeying its elder, he sat on a chair
With eyes sending out a radiant glow,
From the sumptuous fare served, he ate his share.
As he finished his meal, a gleam lighted up his face.
He stood up with hands folded in benison
And took leave, bowing and smiling in grace.
I was so happy that I could make his world blazon.
I watched him stumble along the uneven track
And fade away like a shadow in the distance.
So elated I was that the tears of joy I couldn’t hold back,
With an ebullience penetrating my mind’s outer surface.
As a pebble idly tossed cause ripples in still water,
A random act of kindness idly tossed gave me such delight.
As the ripples keep widening and on the banks splatter,
In me, the joy over my kind act, as waves began to beat.
the water ripples
as a gentle summer breeze
caress its surface,
her eyes reflect waves of love,
his heart will soon find her shore
2-18-2020
Let The Pens Flow - Tanka Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Jenish Somadas
Sailing the seas of life, we find ourselves adrift, carried away with no compass or map to guide our way.
Our bodies, two vessels destined for collision on the jagged cliffs of the fray, ensnared by death’s velvet chains bound our amatory embrace.
Shipwreck that leaves us both in the auroral abyss, lachrymose tide drops two ebb us away, but we chose not to fade.
I’ll hold you sapphire sanctuary of solace,
living or stuffed euphrosyne, my ensnared.
Our kiss connects, waves dissolve, waxen effigy
surrendering its form, boundaries blurring ravenous hunger for kisses pulled us through the thunderstorm.
Beloved, promise me, you won’t let go.