Falls Poems - Poems about Falls

I hear the echo, sharp and clear, The auctioneer draws bidders near. “One... two...” — my heartbeat skips a beat, My dreams laid bare beneath their feet. The years I toiled, the nights I lost, Now measured out, now coldly tossed. My labor sold in shouting calls, Reduced to debt on auction walls. I left my job, I chased the sun, Believed in freedom,...

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If only you could see the forest for the trees it would feel so good for then as an evergreen you'd be out of the woods and if you cared for me going out on a limb tho' not on bended knee I'd ask you to become a branch of my family so near and yet so far you touched me to the roots of my heart and...

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You tried to lead me (surely) by the hand across the shallows but we were both too drunk and the stones too slick so we slid stumbling and laughing, falling toward each other all the way across and upriver (rocks bruising our feet) until we were concealed by the night. We held each other close in the dark noisy water that swirled lovingly over our skin like a mother’s...

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Of that oak tree falls, I may soon be dead. I stared in disbelief at my cousin Zed. Why do you have this weird feeling of dread? He shrugged his shoulders, eating mom’s shortbread. Sometimes Zed gets weird thoughts into his head. Why can’t he keep them to himself instead?...

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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 6 summer shining sun strolling down scorching street ...

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Leaves labor in loam, roses endure the drouth’s weight, From the east, petals peel, in soft drift concatenate. Chariot’s beacon soars to the glint’s edge of tomorrow To know, to grow, to sow, to go Ooooh… ahhh… mmmm… Aaaah-ooooh… ooooh-aaaah… Mmm-hmmm… ohhh-ohhh… ahhh… Oooh-waaaah… ooh… mmm… ahhh… Brightly Shiny Threshing floor Sacred door The axis wobble Eternal circle Summer adieu Seasons...

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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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