Flow Poems - Poems about Flow

Smooth flows rivers perform as nature intended. Even when storms send it to churn, its God bequeathed responses are right on. Not so, emotions in my heart, ripping me from faith's base. I long for cued smooth flows. ...

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Some thoughts on the subject of going with the flow. Some different viewpoints that you may want to know. Don’t fight against the current it knows where it should go. It avoids the obstacles dashing to and fro. How should we see a person going with the flow? They may be seen as lazy or even just slow. Pitching the oars...

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In the mystery of the unknown, where thoughts flow like a river, my being seeks innocence, unknown even to myself, I am free, at last, to be silent, to bathe in the quiet of your promise of promises, like the pear tree in the garden, which feels beauty, but never asks why such splendor is here. On monsoon days, full of...

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In the silence of the night, words flow like a river of deep longing, She said it's just a poem, left on the windowsill to tremble in the wind, The ink is wet, uncried tears, a silent call, Her vulnerability, like a secret that cannot be told. I felt the chill when the sun set behind her, Her silhouette bare...

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In the infinite cosmic silence, rivers of boundless thoughts flow, We lose ourselves in waves of illusions, calling forth the shadows of past time, We are but a dream floating on the eternal ocean of pure being, In the depths of the soul, there is no separation, only eternal flow, Everything is now and here, a dance of the...

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A swirl of color, that spoon's stirring casual. Tidal rotation, moon drunk on a tie-dyed sky. Easygoing, just flow slow....

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On the edge of time, I stand and watch how the shadows of dreams flow, people carry their burdens like stars fallen from the heavens, unraveling into the sea of endless, unanswered questions, and I wonder if hope is just an illusion woven from broken desires. What is life, if not a dance of contrasts, a play of shadows...

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Follow the flow of the Tees Meet the folk whose sweat and tears shaped the land, brought in the bounty, shifted the steel to build Better places. Follow the flow of the Tees. Meet the people who fish in peace. Look for a seal or two. See them bobbing, watching you watching them. Observe them catching the rays of the sun on the...

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In the depths of the evening, where thoughts flow like rivers of trembling light, the sky stretches its amber arms, embracing silence in cloaks of dreams, and my steps are echoes of falling stars, dancing on carpets of time, for to be deciphered means to scatter your essence into unknown winds. I prefer to be a floating illusion on...

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The river moves but never dies, It carries all it cannot keep. Beneath its glass, the silence lies, A cradle where the old dreams sleep. I watch it wind through stone and silt, A silver ribbon pulled by time. It bears the weight of love and guilt, And every joy we failed to climb. I see my face in trembling glass, A thousand selves...

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Advocate of rent control and $30 minimum wage Free public transportation! Zohran Mamdani’s a media-appointed Sage For all illegal immigrants, full privileges and rights Defund the police, let NYC’s streets...

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Bombs begetting bombs, War mongers are safe and sound; Others being bombed: The bombing of others reaps Bloody power over them No matter who dies, Nuclear war bombing pays off; Bombs begetting bombs: Millions spent creating bombs; Trillions reaped from their bombings:- War is a business, Nuclear bombs produced and sold; Low cost drones offered:- War is for power; So is capitalism:- Just do the homework: Democracy is one thing; Power...

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Within the thick rainforest’s living light, where leaves shimmer with soft emerald light, there lives a creature no one has seen, Luminara, the secret of the night. Its skin is like liquid moonlight, cool and smooth, tracing patterns only the night knows. Its wings unfold like glass petals, translucent, catching every glimmer of the forest’s glow. It moves without a sound, a flicker of...

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Written: June 17, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: JCB Brul ***************** t~h~r~o~u~gh us, ...

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Isn't it transparent how the water always looks the same - life is wet! Still, the tap (US faucet) gets stuck at times tight, stiff, trapped a spanner (US wrench) may be required for the loosening But once it flows again it flows again, until the return of the indifferent drought Some days a mere trickle - barely enough to keep a body alive - other times,...

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