Drifts Poems - Poems about Drifts

In a sea of time, my soul drifts like a leaf in the wind, Memories are ice sculptures melting under the rays of forgetfulness, Silent betrayals are strips of silk that cloak my heart, Days begin like sweet dreams and fade like candles in the night, I watch the years flow like rivers that can't find their course. I carry...

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time drifts on by spurring memories autumn rain AP: Honorable Mention 2025 Posted on April 22, 2025...

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Brackish nerves languish and latch like seashells clinging to the shore— something in the water pulls them in… some fervor from something Familiar and Ancient. I’ve seen your eyes before… on too many arresting horizons… how light hits your features, colliding waves of my senses, twisting my inner bitters— wringing them out to the tactless tide. Bitters melt in the salts… nerves narrow and...

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A thought drifts by on the breath of the sky Not knowing if ‘tis a treasure nor having time to measure I add it to my supply where...

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*When Dawn drifts into enchanted meadows, listen to the choruses of birds’ song. Feel on your skin the wind that softly blows. Hear the crickets too which with birds chirp along. Right before Dawn has arrived, maybe she will paint the sky with orange, and I know sometimes you might be fortunate to see Dawn bringing to the landscape a warm glow. Lay...

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The meadows are charmed and filled with delight. Presently steeped in the darkness of night The cool air is warmed as a new day has begun. She peeps over the horizon, hail praise to the sun. I settle to watch, inspired by that instant moment, When night gives over to day, a regal bestowment. All becomes visible in a...

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When dawn drifts into enchanted meadows, Soft golden hues dance upon the grass, Awakening flowers that sleep below, Whispers of magic in the air, as they pass. The world is still, wrapped in a gentle glow, Nature’s symphony playing, with notes so vast. As the sun climbs higher in the sky, And birds sing their sweet lullaby, Meadows come alive with vibrant hues, Every...

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Today, love drifts in the air, like a silk rope stretched beneath the shattered moon, The spirits of the night grasp it with their trembling fingers, sifting it amongst the twinkling stars. It gently sways, suspended in infinity, like a phantom in search of solace, Transforming into a constellation, it becomes the nebula where love comes to awareness. It...

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On the shore of silence, my shadow drifts, a ship adrift, Waves in the night, stirring depths where silent songs break in contemplation, I was just a step, a stray step, on the edge of the abyss to tumble, One step and the soul would be enchanted by echo, in a whirl of extinguished stars. I float among the...

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As the moon drifts away on the sea I'm shivering in the freeze Of a lonely breeze Stars cascade on my mind I'm just looking for what's mine Pretending to feel fine A meteor shower isn't what I need As I'm falling to my knees Mouthing to the heavens, "please" Melodic memories mesmerize As if the universe is telling me lies Crowning me the lord of...

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Your sweet breaths and perfumes provoke so, have I found love in this drift of circumstance? DO you love me? If so, pray, swear it on the tireless sea, whose thrashing cold, intemperate waters will last forever. I swear it freely, on the sea, on breath, and on life itself - may both be forfit should my vow...

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The wind blows them high Sun light smiles at perfection In their direction...

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Far away, where drifts my mind I find the sun’s forever glow Cradled by the turquoise breeze O’er the tides...

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The music drifts on a breeze Something on vinyl is sure to please The wailing guitar sets the mood It soothes smooth as nectar food She feels the music and sways Her eyes set and are ablaze We meld together as one No leaving now sexual healing begun. © Paul Warren Poetry...

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Drifts Pen to paper, sword to the soul, write your heart out... Now! Do something, sing, dance, prance even, but do not stop. Living is a funny the experience a mock reality of all our tomorrows, we forget about the present. It is a miracle, all it's own. The light outside, bright full of sun, and yet there...

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