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,...

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The water begins calm
I think I saw a clam
It was hard to see
With ripples in the water...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Dear eloquent weaver 
of woes and throes,
When the last 
 pewter petal of weary winter
falls as piercing prose,
placing star-kissed tulips
  between our 
poignant poems,
rewritten with 
  effervescent emotions,
remember,
   not every periwinkle 
    verse composed 
from pain 
is in...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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
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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...

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