Best Rippling Poems
A
river
gurgles and glints
with grandeur and gumption,
water winds its way through wetlands,
OVERCOMING OBSTACLES IN ITS PATH,
rapid, rolling, rippling, rubbing
p e b b l e s
smooth.
06.30.2021
Drop of dew falling
On pond renders ripple rings
That radiate out
Bobbing a water strider
Rocking strider up and down
Strider like spider
Listens with six feet floating
For surface to shake.
Like spider waits web to quake
To ring alarm vibration.
Spider and strider
Listening for shakes with feet,
One in air rattled,
One on pond surface rippled,
Both wearing their dancing shoes.
rippling
chipped off
the rock of time
a lone pebble pierces
the soft water of life’s dreams
ripples of hope
spread across the pond
of blurred reality—
ripples bouncing
and dissipating—
curved banks confining
efforts of freedom
in the dying sunlight
of escape
we’ve become
like human truffles
hiding beneath the floor
of mother earth
in the diming twilight
above humanoid jackals
freely roam—
preying at will:
at the crossroads
of change
fading ripples
await the coming freeze.
I meander past a rippling stream,
my hair blowing in the wind;
was that my name been called . . . softly.
did it sigh in the tangled trees above,
I twirl and swirl to only bird songs;
my name is but an echo . . . whispering.
I wake suddenly in my hospital bed,
lost in a sea of pain drifting;
gasping and struggling . . . breathing.
I was lost in a vivid dream,
and I was searching and seeking;
then I lay still in my bed . . . weeping.
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July 22, 2012
Poetry/Verse/Past A Rippling Stream
Copyright Protected, ID 12-704-628-0
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym
Submitted to the contest, Beginnings Matter,
Sponsor, Richard Lamoureau, First Place
Submitted to the contest, Wait,
Sponsor, Black Eyed Susan, Fifth Place
Featured poem, Week of July 29, 2012
?*** Given Eyes to See and Truth to Feel ***
“Yes. Yes, sweet, dear soul,”
my promise speaks
Once again
Of agreements created, sent
Into the rippling, “Amen,” resonating
Prayer’s progression
After a mid-night’s congress:
the self poised ~ bowing down —
the stillness
in heartfelt
Journeying
Mirrors
revealing the left-to-learn ~
Visions
Needing capture.
My definitely determined resolutions
To think, to focus on motions
leading, braiding compassion
end to end;
Alongside each and every one living other;
instants to moments
Seeing the felt…
Aligned
Voyaging Truth beyond the mists
shrouding our lives. all
— side by side.
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(c) sally young eslinger 3/3/2023
Thanks be to God…
Under star studded sky
And bright moon low
I wrap you in
My loving glow
Whispering words
Of love you so
As camp fire burns
With flames high
We drift as lovers
In night sky
Cuddle up tight
In lovers delight
Beside a rippling
Stream tonight
Undulation flows amid the aqua in silver, whitecap water spray.
2-14-2023
A Ripple To Me Poetry Contest
JCB Brul
Rippling silver pond
silent flow of molten moon
my tip-toeing heart
closer to another moon
drinking silver sip by sip.
Rippling ribbons flutter in the night,
cavorting across ebony skies.
And undulating waves of color,
slip-slide across the blackness of space.
Our planet's magnetic fields make
the Aurora Borealis, dance.
And a symphony of colored lights
start their waltz, in abject solitude.
A melody of visual notes
plays like music, in sync with my soul.
And soon, its hypnotic rhythmic hum
awakens my imagination.
Like the ethereal breath of God
the Northen lights are intangible.
And my gaze rises to the heavens:
lured by their waltz, wrinkling the night sky.
A rippling stream
in a moonlit night
moon in her lap
molten delight
dancing down
a sleeping hill
singing a song
and making twirl
softly breaking
the silence-glass
telling her presence
the dancing lass
murmuring leaves of
pine,oak
nudging each other
to start a talk
with this damsel
lovely stream
in this night of
moonlit dream
falling in love
the starry sky
flying kisses from
up so high
a different dream
in dancing mind
the rippling stream
is trying to find
the midnight trail
of a night bird
its distance call
could be heard
the dancing lass
wants to fly
with that bird
in the sky.
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mordant clouds swiftly ripple, moving across a stygian sky
February 18, 2023
A Ripple To Me 2 Contest
Sponsor: JCB Brul
15 syllables checked with howmanysyllables
Out here watching the water flow by.
Talking to the wind, waiting for a reply.
I don't know what it is about this stream I admire.
Like camping and gathering around watching the fire.
There is something about these inanimate objects.
It maybe the simplicity of beauty it reflects.
How it unconditionally forms over all in its liquidity.
It is the foundation of life being perfect in its ubiquity.
Watching this stream, there is so much to learn and gain.
This water can teach you, watch, as it starts as rain.
High above in the clouds, then it falls to the top of the peak.
As it slowly drips to the bottom, it mixes in with a creek.
It flows in a small brook, then ends up in this stream,
but it will one day rise up again to the clouds, as steam.
Like waters circle of life, we need to come together as one.
The lessons that we've learned here, have only just begun.
***By: Chris Matt
***For Rippling stream contest by P.S Sweetheart
***June 3, 2011
RIPPLING STREAM
Like water slowly
But surely…
Flowing agitatedly
From up in the mountain slopes to the valleys
Settling in a ricefield paddy
Thus, setting agri-business happy
And worldwide in joy!
Like feelings mutually
However, carefully…
In a fertilized egg incubately but surely
The convalescingly makes life normally
Lusciously and deliciously stable
A second time around sounds compatively enjoyable.
The ripple
Now, no more murmurings
But, a rambling…
Streams ever reverberating
Loudly caressing and embracing
Of luteous colors accentuating
A masterpiece of abstract to a mural!
Dalila Agtani
6/4/2011
Water rippling over the falls,
is beautiful music to my soul reminding
me God is in control.
Rippling devastation, conforms to blinding eye's, children fight for freedom, the blind they can not see, destroy the home you live in, the gutter grave of death, welcome not religion believe you know the best, Muslim wars and Christian still dig a deeper grave, fighting builds destruction the death is just the same.
trickle time religion aim for better times
forget about life problems
and look for dreams to raise