Best Streamlet Poems

A streamlet falls into a lake
as mist do the cherry blossoms make....

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The Hidden Nature Trail

While I was hiking one soft summer morn
beside a streamlet flowing through a dale,
I found a narrow nestled path unworn 
which led...

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Elaelana- A Nymph In the Forest
Inspired by Charles Amable Lenoir's painting, "A Nymph In the Forest"

Pronunciation: 
Elaelana; Eh-lee-LAY-nuh, 
Naphesai; Nah-feh-SIGH, 
Mylesia; My-lee-SEE-uh

Elaelana, forest goddess, kneels...

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MY LOVE, it was never your touch that sent my soul on fire,
           the way...

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The Mill wheel wouldn't turn until the Spring.
Covered in ice from the frigid Winter freeze,
no production until the ivory dove does sing.
The town wondered what...

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I cannot put you into rhyme

You would refuse to go there

Having once said, “If you can describe love . . . . It isn’t”

And you...

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Oh! African child, the temple
A redient beauty of nature
Thou are the cradle capital
 Of humanity and creatures
The founder of patriarchal

Oh! African child,
The coy the toy...

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One night  returning  home from the marketplace 
Street lights  suddenly gone.
I could see the road rolling in the headlight of my car.
After...

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Gentle is the touch of breeze that makes its way 
Through during the evening in these hot days.
I sit in a web chair under the...

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Closed my eyes
Walked a step
And I leaped  across a streamlet

The beginning of my vagabond chapter
I brought my bag
And honestly, I didn't look back
Not even...

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Good job you are doing
Not all of us appreciate that
Not all things are pleasant,but
We tired to praising you
We tired to hearing your prevarication promises
We tired...

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amber clear streamlet-

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The reverie carries a renown reflection, like a flowing streamlet with torrents of the tributary holding onto its memoirs. Pebbles surface the shore like a...

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I must have been three or may be four,
when Karen took me to the candy store.
My awesome older sister was she, 
she’s was everything I...

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They could hear the mighty felines
Running in a line behind them
Han and Kwona and the children 
Knew that they were being herded
 
These great sabre-tooth cat hunters
Were...

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