Best Stream Poems

The old stream doesn’t burble 
like it used to in Spring’s past -
rambunctious in youth  wild it ran
racing the sun and chasing the moon
splashing  leaping  and  tumbling 
over, down and around  rocks in its shallow channel -
giving it rollicking laughter

The...

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Oh lovely lady of the poetic stream
Such beautiful verses we have seen
Your flowers more vibrant than heavens tone
Your mountains more majestic than ever known 

Your pen full ways are filled with grace
As you take us to a wondrous place
When you dip inside your wishing well
We...

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Oh tell me where they are, the ones I miss
The ones I long to touch with ardent kiss
Where are the ones my heart is longing for
I ache within for those whom I adore

Where are the ones that I have loved and lost
the ones I tried...

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Impatient, are the waters, that ripple in the stream
Taking no notice of one all alone
They continue to flow, to swirl, twist and turn
They pay no attention, think nothing of me
As I sit here to ponder, to write and compose
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Deep in the stones, lie dark secret...

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I lived in a beautiful valley, beside a quiet stream
It was a place I escaped to when I needed to dream
surrounded by the tallest mountains in the world,
so I believed when I had been an innocent little girl

Pure until he walked down from the mountain...

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The stream in calm vale murmurs as it flows 
through the sunlit verdant forest strip bright,
splashes on the contours of landscape lows 
in silver cascades like swan flock in flight. 
It meanders on fern-draped landscape site, 
opalescent pearls its swirling surge sprays,
gliding through the dazzle...

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Spending three full days and two nights at sea
Is surely the best vacation for me

Conch chowder dinner the night before
At dawn adieu to the Key West shore

Round-trip journey to Dry Tortugas
Swordfish are known to put up a fuss

It could take four hours just to reel...

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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...

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Nestled in a mountain town, 
Enclosed in downs of clouds,
Flows a dancing stream
Spiraling, bouncing,
Swaying along with the mountain breeze 

Winding through trees, rocks and bushes,
Supporting vibrant foliage,
She voyages through forest
Jabbering, hopping
Swaying along with the mountain breeze

Dazzling in the sun 
Shining thousands of sparkling diamonds
She springs...

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Replenished with rain, it rushes on,
Its brown water pours and spills
Like vinegar from the pickle bottle,
Tumbling over, bubbling through
The jagged jumble of rocks,
Those early plants pushed aside to let it pass,
Its running melody ringing clear,
Competing with the robin’s call,
The stream pushes on, its cheerful song
Belies...

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Poetry stream of thoughts and words
   caress my mind with visions, soft
and bring me to the songs of birds;
   to mountain tops, to heaven's loft.

Please keep on rolling never stop,
   poetry stream of thoughts and words,
and bathe my mind...

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Born, far aloft on highest peak,
of glaze caressed by golden glow,
through ancient sculpted rock she seeks
fair journey forth to glens below.


Cool innocence; a virgin stream
unfurls her charm at leisured pace;
a bracken shaded lover’s dream
meanders on with gentle grace.


O’er highland slopes she carves her name
and tastes...

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The old rusty gate CREAKS open,
                        I hear the blowing wind WHOOSH and HOWL,
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A rill meanders by my shady tree
and vanishes into the morning mist.
Who guides it on its journey to the sea
as stream joins stream, with gravity's assist?
Free will or destiny? Unanswered still.
What guides a river's course? Deep mystery.
The fates, or God, or chance, or human will?...

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I balance my illicitly obtained bottle of absinthe from a man who knows a man, for an exorbitant amount of Euros, on the worn wooden windowsill of my topmost room at the rundown pension overlooking the harbour. Next to it, I place my well-thumbed copy...

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