Falls Poems - Poems about Falls

A tumbler falls, consciousness shifts Chakras activated Magnetic breeze our soul uplifts Leaving heart elated Flickers in space reveal manner in which we heal bubbling with zest and zeal Birthing bliss squalls A tumbler falls...

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Summer Hiku summer shining sun strolling down scorching street ...

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Leaf Autumn vibrant yellow leaf falls d o w ...

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The bluff, bump and bluster turn to blunder asunder with hisses. As ego deflates with a myriad of mistakes and chaotic miss-hits, it dismisses an over-inflated sense of power and influence down the off-ramp....

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Hunger for perfectly placed punga path Snakes surely slowly..garlanded scarf Turns & rakes fern festooned forest floor Sun dappled glade, bathed and swathed Glorious green sheens in every shade Follow the hidden hollow - through a secret door.. Fairies frolic on tour…bucolic tonic to explore Rumbling..fumbling through moss tumbling dreams Stumbling…rambling, ambling & scrambling Rugged roots hugs…tugs.. rock hewn strewn...

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as night falls it pains me so for i must prove my love in front of a world not worthy of me but still I hender my life in such strife for a pure soul in need of me for I shall not pass in the night as a mere stream at deaths door nor will I lead myself to an...

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The roar, a constant thunder, not of a storm passing, but a presence, always. Green water, a deceptive calm before the plunge. A lip, vast and unforgiving, relinquishing its hold. Then the white fury, a churning, frothing chaos, swallowing light and sound. Mist rises, a constant veil, kissing skin, dampening air, a rainbow promise when the sun dares to break...

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In the clouds An old man smiles His face Lit up by the sun Pupils chase a sinking flame- Paradise? -but a bittersweet escape The evening seas Beckon the moon Stars’ wishes Burn abloom A fluttering gaze Dissolving rays Seeking A long-lost face ...

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"The earth has music for those who listen." - George Santayana. .................................................... The rhythm on tree backs from woodpeckers' knocks, With rustling of leaves as the trees moan in winds, The roar of the falls down the hills thrills the flocks, The whistling of gusts through the space in our minds... Nature conducts its melody soft yet grand. Written for the contest:...

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Your eyes have grown tired hunting the fox and owl You no longer hear peace when the ball is in your court Pay attention to yourself The fields have grown trees you walk bare footed on sandy loams As the World seizes and falls on itself The voices stand 40 seashells away Wanting to walk on water Are you taken in by their promises...

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The question’s been posed – if a tree fell alone would it make any sound as it fell? If you think about it, there’s millions of things that go on with no way we can tell. The Saltgrass that waves in the ocean breeze, when no one’s there, does it still sway? The water that flows down a crystal stream, when we’re...

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When Death comes knocking at the door, And as the last petal finally falls, My voice will be stilled. My heart, now ticking off like a clock, Will ever be silent. My foot falls shall no more be heard All my songs will be stifled in the throat All my crazy thoughts will be frozen, And I shall take leave of all And the...

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I recline with my cherry tree musings… a fountain of blossoms cherub cheek complected rise and curve from the ground up into a heaven and cloud scene to spread in splendor a festoon of blooms like cumulus puffs plucked from above and placed in tufts to fluff graceful branches plush with clusters the color of sunrise...

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As the last petal falls ~ another flower will bloom....

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As I traverse the bleakness of the wasteland, my footsteps crush the cinnamon ground. Dry and brittle soil turns to desolate dust, swirls on the wings of the autumn wind. Some blows away from me despondent, some I collect in my weathered urn, and spread on the secluded skeletal roots of a blooming rose sapling, I rear...

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