Flow Poems - Poems about Flow

...A tempest of sorrow, where heartache seeps. Through depths of despair, its tendrils entwined, A haunting melody, forever enshrined. Like a silent storm, it ravages the soul, Leaving scars unsee......Read More

...Soul’s self-existent light, that’s made in God’s image is veiled by our ego, which by slowing thought flow, we can here now forgo. Soul’s self-existent light, is what we truly are but if we ......Read More

... The last poem Harry Horsman wrote, posted at PS is worthy of taking note. The Haiku held my attention, greatly impressed by its unique title and the sentiment expressed. I write this to a......Read More

...Sitka sunset, her gorgeous gleam gives vibrant life to skyline seam; Her vivid hue, like stunning show, gives gorgeous glow against the snow. Her amber heart in violet haze attracts the e......Read More

...I saw your elegance as soon as I walked in, The golden brass, sticky bar mats. I found my seat, I want to pause time, The moment you brought the glass up to your mouth And looked over, Your eye......Read More

...Where tides flow high on bursting moon On grim and gloomy afternoon I shall be with you till the dawn I shall not falter, nor I yawn For, you're my queen and I'm your pawn Where water dro......Read More

...there’s nothing mundane about the flow of life behold how God renews His caress moment to moment with infinite patience and boundless compassion waiting for us to recognise that He indwells ......Read More

...Although familiar It still was strange the blacksands of the riverbed we're. the purest Nuggets of gold We're dull and unseen til my gloved hands Found them Beauty the gems that shall that ......Read More

...Although familiar It still was strange the blacksands of the riverbed we're. the purest Nuggets of gold We're dull and unseen til my gloved hands Found them Beauty the gems that shall that ......Read More

...Although familiar It still was strange the blacksands of the riverbed we're. the purest Nuggets of gold We're dull and unseen til my gloved hands Found them Beauty the gems that shall that ......Read More

... “The shadow is the greatest teacher for how to come to the light.” — Ram Dass A spring that never runs dry of life's water Style is void of people......Read More

...The give and take The push and pull The funny outtakes The cunning fakes The mental pirouettes your ballet dancers are all wet Baptised in the blood vessels of your mind surfing on the waves ......Read More

... The gloomy sky falls, wrecks my starry night, the moon splits in shroud, dissolves in the dark. You disappear out of my wistful sight, on a journey of timeless sea......Read More

... The roaring Falls once wooed me Niagra's River flow Flowing swiftly across the Street......Read More

... In the realm of love, where hearts reside, Freedom dances with passionate stride. Unbound, the souls embrace the wild air, Their love, a melody beyond compare. Like birds in flight, their s......Read More