Creeks Poems - Poems about Creeks

Creeks

Old fishing holes and swimming spots when you're a teenager

Woods Words

Stealing away to the woods
Longing for forest’s best goods
Pines, oaks, with the gentlest streams
Flowing with beautiful dreams

Glistening like the night’s stars
Sighing praise for life’s memoirs
Perfect blessings to amaze
Enchanting the soul always

Whispers of light fall in prose
Trusting the faith God controls
Silence breathes passions so clear
Kindness rains down to endear

Through forest’s grace comes stirring
Feelings the heart’s preferring
Wonders

Soup Creeks Butcher

“Butcher Bob” a good guy but you never can tell
Delivers my steaks at my new place by the well
Meet the gals Smith and Wesson
Here to teach y’all a good lesson
But Bob's resolve’s so strong he can send you to hell

We’re both entrepreneurs and are new in town
Meeting with Mayor Tom, that’s why the gals are

Soup Creeks Anaya's Steaks

Don’t be buffaloed it’s not Pancho Villa he’s dead
Just have’n a fling before what lies ahead
I respect Soup Creek and its laws
Although some have their flaws
There are no guns allowed where I am headed

Anaya’s Steak House, sure like the ring to that
A place of my own, where I’m no one’s door mat
On my way to

To Fly

To fly like a bird, basically unencumbered
     leaving behind the world's joy and pain.
To soar to spaces only birds have been,
     and touch the very edge of a violet sky.

To drift on a cloud as it hides a rainbow,
     and watch an iridescent

Calm

Calmness is what my soul yearns for,
waves gently kissing sandy shore,
raindrops caressing roses' blooms
breeze ruffling leaves as if to groom.
Hints of honeysuckle's worn vine,
breathing its fragrance, so divine.
Wildflower patches make me smile,
lilacs and pinks--so brief a while.

Creeks trickling over mossy stones,
to join a stream, its path unknown.
Walking in forest, fragrant pines,
one with nature, feeling sublime.
To

Dirty Little Creeks

limericks float in dirty little creeks
a sucker punch to the face of peace
similar to silent farting
in a lacy wedding party 
a bottom of the barrel poetry

Solis Bleu Creeks and Streams

I LOVE THE WAY
IT SOUNDS STRANGE
YET WHAT BETTER WAY TO EXPLAIN
NOTHINGS CHANGED
IT'S STILL THE SAME
AND THE WAYS OF NIGHT 
ARE BORING
A FROG CROSSED THE CREEK
THE OTHER SIDE IT SEEKS
THE FLIES AND GNATS 
ARE IGNORING HIM
HE STICKS HIS TOUNGE TO EAT
A MEAL HE SEEKS
TO DINE ON WHAT HAD IGNORED HIM
IT STREAMS LIKE A BASSOON
AND TO WHAT

The Night of the Terro Creeks

comes once a year
its cool when near
they wear
and dress as a bear
scare you too
off your feet
its
THE NIGHT OF THE  TERRO CREEKS

The Night of the Creeks

watch out no doudt
theyer out there
some where
with those white sheets
its the
THE NIGHT OF THE CREEKS

Creeks Into Rivers

creeks into rivers

deep created from shallow

currents become strong.

 


(January 28, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)

(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved

Creeks In Your Heart

Creeks in your heart flower the moss that stagnates
blood is red rubied and frozen dead
it is protoplasmic is my guess
rooted deep check with floss
slights and rejects have numbed you sad
emotional rocks and hearty shocks
have slithered in snakey and they are sinking glad
poison is sinewed and wide spread
if there is anything sourer than sour
then it is

Creeks Ii

Enchanting waters
                                      Gently flowing through wildlife
            

Creeks I

                                                Caressing waters
     

Subtle Creeks

My house, is just so quiet
As I am knowing the phone is about to ring
This stretching silence is becoming a bit unbearable
When the house subtle creeks I jump high off my seat
Minutes squeeze by
I don’t know if I am losing hope that he is going to call.
Or if I am gaining hope, from the running

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