Estuaries Poems - Poems about Estuaries

...“Forget the injuries, never forget kindness” ~ Confucious To the faceless names I’ve phased, forgive the silent sunsets, frozen in time, and remember thin cinnamon skylines, how ink c......Read the rest...

...I am an unvoiced breeze~ a sea warrior kite-surfing through heinous waves, knitting cobalt chronicles from smooth syllables~ tackling chaotic currents with chamomile magi......Read the rest...

... Written: February 19, 2024 _____________________________________ Loving with a lucent locus is Lissom, mooring a mystic's sibylline moves as Felicity finds me, I float f......Read the rest...

...Upon her last sighs, she narrates cosmic sagas flowing within poetic veins. She still remembers those idyllic evenings, engrossed in raining confessions, influenced by her shipwrecked heart,......Read the rest...

...This Aphrodite rose slowly unfurls pink ombre balms of sun-kissed springfalls, as the luminous lake of tears cascade in exotic wreaths of honey-soaked velvety sepals, there succu......Read the rest...

... "Timeless trust, trapped in Selene's pendant, pulsates purity and faith across cosmic threads, when furry hues tiptoe, ......Read the rest...

... When the seaside sepulchre of a kingdom, without its queen, is smeared with screams of lighting, I wish to crackle these slivers of silver shakle, and devour that consoling ......Read the rest...

... As the apologetic sun melts in hibiscus vase of pastel-peach horizons and peels off those pristine pigments of egoistic elegance, sailing upon aquamarine foam of vanilla waves ~ ......Read the rest...

... As the peacock-sage waves of whimsical peace faded in silence's pale watercolors, I masked my eerie eyelashes, with drifting angel-mist smog. For, I sensed the wistful wailin......Read the rest...

... I still reminisce when it was raining incessantly at 3:55 a.m. in the nascent ticks of time on a wistful wednesday. My skin felt the spark of crying hail and maybe, the snow-storms melted t......Read the rest...

...Between paper-soft worlds of fragile imaginations, I float upon those gossamer tulips that split every second of saccharine musings and eclipsed confessions, distinguishing all ......Read the rest...

...When nylon nights trade crystal colours in the stalls of nimble butterfly wings, I blossom as an irenic origami fervently fabricated with snowflakes of greedy gloom, stealing royal v......Read the rest...

...I'm a sinister shell, lost in bygone deepwaters of gravity-less cerulean tears, that saturate molten sundrops, falling from zinc-plated skies, as heliophilic snow, melts frosted m......Read the rest...

..."He who looks outside, dreams. He who looks inside, awakens." Carl Gustave Jung Be not manacled, bound or tightly tethered to a ......Read the rest...

...I watch fascinated at its teetering stance, bobbing up and down, picking at small insects that infest the lonely loch, that it chooses instead of upland streams or creeks or fast-flowing rive......Read the rest...