Flowed Poems - Poems about Flowed

If I had met you in another age, when time flowed more slowly and solemnly, I would have written your name in vivid ink, on parchment that preserves eternally, I would have escaped to secret libraries, where silence embraces stories, On the margins of old volumes, I would have laid down my devotion. But here we are, in this...

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You ask what remains after emotions have flowed like sand through an hourglass? Just a pair of eyes that now look only to see, not to feel, not to remember the echo of yesterday, without a trace of the past, without the outline of the future, just the suspended moment. A tongue dried of words, not of silence, but...

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I remember,I remember when the river flowed, I remember,I recall when my soul floated, With every flow, Don't fall,remember the river, Don't drown,remember it flowed, Don't die,remember it cleansed, Flow me away river,gently down your path, Gently down your stream, Numb the poison that sinks with every flow, I remember,I remember when the flowers withered, Flow away this winter,this...

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© 2011 (Jim Sularz) (Dedicated to my Brother-in-Law: William L. Browne III (1959-2011) who drowned in the Colorado River when visting family and friends on a fishing trip. Bill was found 4 months later.) Let it be known, in memoriam, that he is loved. And any earthly bonds that shaped his soul, is now a wide river...

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There were ripples of the sparkling stream. The crystalline water was mirroring the blue sky. That befriended with the sun’s wonderful beam. Beams of the dazzling looking golden eye. The background was overflowing with mountains. Mountains with snowcapped peaks, Their attainment of such exquisiteness is a real arcane. What is it above the sky that they seek? The eagles were gloating about...

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He stood before the soldiers, a king draped in royal purple. He was crowned with a circlet of thorns woven together, and pressed into His brow: Sharp, piercing, cruel thorns. And His blood flowed ...

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The worst thing you can do is break a heart Memories shared suddenly turn dull A head filled with confusion and many thoughts Nothing seems right or fits in place Wishing it was all a dream but it lingers over your head Trust once there now gone no way to be what it once was The pain seeps in making a...

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Private rustic dwelling ancient orchard Leg of lamb with apricots and raisins Saffron rice salad walnut oil dressing Ambergris fragrance stroked his cheek Long dress white linen steam pressed Pristine white card Dark suit bodyguard Highly polished rosewood dining table Red stripes of traffic lights in the night Spoon twirling fettuccini around his fork...

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The hair flowed off my face On a windy day Screaming of hope As I blew over I was rescued Who are you? You who saved my breaking spirit Will you be there As I fall apart? Waiting to put me Back on my feet Touching the ground Safely...

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