Creek Bed Poems - Poems about Creek Bed

... Rambunctiously I go Rambling in the dark woods Randomly following Range trails made by racoons Raptly I watch among Ramps, next to the creek bed Rationalism leaves ......

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...Strolling down the old, gray, cobblestone path, encircled by soft shade, Golden plumes enhanced by indigo and violet are visible as light fades. The emerald and clover leaves of willows weep, dro......

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..."The streams are my veins." Can you hear the drum beats of fear as do I? Does the mere sound of these fears make you want to CRY? You don't want to believe it, and hope it's all a 'Big LIE'. ......

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...Loud claps of thunder introducing torrents of rain Severest river storm I have seen in recent years With broad streaks of lightning lighting the sky, Enough to frighten any timorous ch......

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...with reverence the willow tree bowed to today’s sun goddess the sun was brighter and lighter than ever before nature's golden wheat field was surprised, this was a new twist. the tree had never ge......

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...Caressing the mind And kissing Glossy, smooth stones Liquid rippling Flowing over the bed Hues of taupe Sand and charcoal With hints of lavender Coloring the emotions Wistful, willful, warm ......

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...Always did we hear them sing A joyful lifting croak We always had to watch our dog For the poison toad wil......

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...Dreamt I heard your screams within hollowed out trees Wind shifted direction with tickle of a sneeze Thought I heard you whisper with the warm gentle breeze Suddenly was strong enough to get up of......

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...In the heart of my heart I cry for you in the harbor of my despair I feel your emptiness a land once yours was lost stolen by men whose hearts were cold and whose greed and hate knew no bounds ......

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...There is no part of life mine alone, If regarding my whole existence. What belongs to me is only flesh and bone, Therefrom this life has subsistence. Down on the farm I was buying time, ......

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...Settle deep in the creek as the waters consistently flow Where the crawdads hide and upon which algae grow A stepping stone as the children run to the other side It’s just a rock, without feeling ......

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...All around looks cruel and starved, and bleached bones define a stretch of drought and death that halved life for that lone, starving wretch. Mountains have formed a background, shaped by spor......

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...Sometimes, I can hear that happy, bubbly brook bouncing over stones and under the wheel…that giant wheel. It would drone along groaning a wooden song; each night luring the brassy sun ever toward ......

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...Hiking a dry creek bed, at the mountain's base I happened on an old grist mill, a prisoner of time, serving life in isolation. A few rotten boards scattered about was all that remained of it's ......

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...The luxuriously full And richly green trees Were in their best form In this part of the forest. A spot untouched by Civilization, possibly never Treaded on by a human foot. Until now. Only......

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