Ebb Poems - Poems about Ebb

Conflict bears messages to be discerned; revelation lies in the spirit. The soul is the gatekeeper of the spirit; bear your soul and let the spirit of love flow. Forgiveness does not require forgetfulness; memory is the flowing river of growth. The sea of life is inundated with waves of conflict— flowing to shores of resolution with frothing memories; There is no unsolvable conflict in the...

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Every morning when we wake, There’s no way for us to know Which direction we will take Or how the day will ebb and flow. Maybe someone’s feeling sick Or possibly, the car won’t start. Stressors wait - just make your pick, For they can tear your world apart. Or you’ll get the greatest news And there’ll be smiles and shouts and hugs. Sadly, we...

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Flow and Ebb Nib and Tuck Never Ending Cause and Affect Friend or Foe ...

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She chose to think his sweet talk lies were cute… that things he said had value worth pursuit. that substance would emerge, somewhat astute. And while his words of love she wants to feel… she ambles through their world hoping to heal. She fears his selfish frost is hard as steel. These past three years recalled with misty eyes…...

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their ebb and flow, a water show the sprinkler’s rhythms hypnotize a blade of grass digests a drop young flowers vibrate, start to grow around me sparkle prisms bright ...

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One thing I've learned here on the Soup The moods of the site ebb and flow Depending on so many unknown factors It can be fast and it can be slow Response to our poems surely won't always Predict the popularity of the piece A great title, as I've suggested many times Is key for the success of your release I'm no expert...

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tides roll in then out waves appear then disappear in nature’s rhythm ...

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They say that life is short, and yet, If you’re like me, I’d place a bet That childhood seems so long ago You can’t recall its ebb and flow. Of course, some days stand out, for sure, When good or bad things we’d endure, But how we lived from day to day? That knowledge somehow’s slipped away. Our current lives rush by so...

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Up the shore the rhythmic tide strides. Twice a day, the army marches in succumbing. Then retreats, tail between its legs, discharging Its grip and flooding embrace, releasing, disengaging, It's ebb and flow, a never-ending sleep-breath sigh. The tide's hidden master and conductor is the moon. A general seldom seen leading the troops on the battlefield Rending the tide as irresponsible, willful...

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All the moons shone bright in the sky above the ones that worshipped her; Their ebb and flow will amplify all the moons shone bright in the sky; As twilight’s paint brush starts to dry it collects dreams with a whisper; All the moons shone bright in the sky above the ones that worshipped her....

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. Waves Wash 'pon shore Rhythmic Ebb and...

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How vast and pervasive is the Moon? Hugeness hints there stand two Orbs and a turbulent stream Simply like the dawning sun All over the half-moon horizon. On the shore of credulity The froth shed detritus and sea salt Carving a path into level sand Slicing the weft out of silk By cutting across the fabric kernel The waves were sealed on the scanty shore The...

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A quiet room Darkened shades My own cocoon The chatter fades The questions cease The guilt subsides The need to please And pacify The ebb and flow Are in my court Too soon, they’ll go It’s just a sport I’ll find myself Back in bright lights In poorer health Fight or flight Though short and sweet This is my time To regain strength I’ll be just fine...

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Down by the sea Soft waves call to me They motion my emotions forever calls to be free I float with contentment Abated from fear They complete my resentment With nothing to hear. We are one with our bodies All purpose crystal clear, We pass through each other Liquidating the years Assimilating, accommodating All life in arrears The waters of our planet, are made of our Tears....

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The hungry mouth of misery swallowed me. In sorrow I walked the edge of a cerulean sea. Along its shoreline, my wistful eyes have wept. Tears fell on ebb tide, and away they were swept. Once my heart held deep within, a joyous glow, then plunged into darkness, a sad tale of woe. I felt it beating, waiting to discover love...

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