Best Stream Poems

In the middle of winter
within misty moors,
lies a melancholic meadow.

Up above grey skies foretell
perturbed crows to seek shelter.
Down below, 
an isolated tree - naked and...

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In riming realms 
of crystal contemplations -
frozen water-vapor meditations
and chilled flutes 
filled with zodiacal-light musings 
of ancient cosmic dust 
dancing in the arms of Sol..

windswept...

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Whisper's of October  

Whispers in this soup bowl
20 minutes after its muse explodes,
Daylight remains nothing more than a dream 
Warding off the howling sound...

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I stand alone in natures beauty,
     in the woods by a trickling stream.
I feel the presence of my destiny,
  ...

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In the landscape 
of melancholy, 
where arctic 
heartbeats linger, 
I long for withered 
willows to blossom 
like speckled 
diamond petals, 
while your crystalline 
silhouette strolls...

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I used to be naive, I used to trust
but then that trust just crumbled into dust
the world at large is so unkind, it's true
there is...

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GREEN, GREEN, GREEN!!!

My name is Jade Shamrock Green.
I will not eat one single green bean.
When I get mad, I turn green.
I wear my favorite green...

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I woke up that day with tears in my eyes,
after I heard about your father's demise.
Guess you've never understood,
the point of being his blood.

I remember...

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Vanished

the wild magic of this place;

this wilderness I now roam alone
as its lifeblood seeps 
into 
Afterlife

..my mournful howls
across time and distance
go unanswered -
Oh, how I...

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Do not vainly look in those remote
Places,
That, once, were acquainted with a 
Small part of me;         ...

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*Note 
I had to bring this one back, though I've been posting mostly new writes here that PS hasn't seen before. This poem has been...

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Barefoot we spend our time in spring,
Just giggling kids - how sweet the dream
When we, in love are blossoming.
We splash inside a cool fresh stream.
Our...

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This gypsy soul is on the road
It leaves castles far behind
It abandons ghostly mist
which sabotages the caravan of life
It passes along the mountainside
 by golden...

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I am somber
like November days
and my words speak
weak, as if through tired tongue

I see the trees
stand naked
reaching their limbs
across the stream
as if touching
and comforting each...

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Coffee bean scent still fills the air

with each new sunrise in our log cabin

My arms around me embrace the winds of winters gone.

Every sky-night the...

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