Gurgling Poems - Poems about Gurgling

...long tree limbs stretching over gurgling brook flowing minnows are dashing I sit on the bank observing nature’s beauty a calming moment ......

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...Matsuo Basho Haiku: English Translations of haiku about seasons, spring, rain, moon, flowers, blossoms, wind, river, etc. Blame the rainy season for my absence, old friend Moon. —Matsuo Basho, ......

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...I stand alone in natures beauty, in the woods by a trickling stream. I feel the presence of my destiny, as a repetitive eternal dream. I hear the gurgling of water, as it follows its chosen wa......

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...When wanderlust began pounding my heart, On a beautiful autumn afternoon, crisp and sunny, I set out on a trek to the nearby woods. The leaves on trees had begun turning ruddy. All ......

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...long tree limbs stretching over gurgling brook flowing minnows are dashing I sit on the bank observing nature’s beauty a calming moment ......

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... in his sunset years he daily traversed a mile to smile waiting w a t c h i n g A L E R T the lilt of phantomic voice to O P E N his ......

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... Intrusive Thoughts Lost in midst of a dense forest Winding my way amidst tall trees, ......

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... Embrace the silence, listen within Respecting others means learning to listen Experience being heard is healing Listen with your whole self, not just your ears Silence is the sleep tha......

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... My hair ripping as her fingernails entwine pulling my head back She slaps me harder than she should Her smile slightly offset My cheek reddening from the welt of her hand Shifting herself fo......

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...Scam Likely called me eleven times yesterday Fifty-two times this week I do not pick up I used to though When I was younger sales calls were a personal challenge to me. I wanted to see if I co......

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...tin cup music life’s story was etched on her face carved with pocket-knife memories rubbed in with grammar school erasers and colored like heavy wet fog on a stinson beach winter’s morn......

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... mountains white bathed in the light of sunset bright dusk lingers sun's fingers are joy bringers humble homes with tent-like domes shine like chromes ......

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...Hiding inside a box While my rivers run wild Gardens dance to my tunes Songs sung in a voiceless mode Eyes sparkle with shiny stars Poems bleed on empty pages Mundane structures matter not ......

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...Bubbling babbling burbling banter from the bar.. Sup hush….memory lane trip...Proustian rush..pleasingly tickled. Plushly ebbed…spidery beer swirls webbed…lace whirls..grace dimpled dappled ja......

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...I sense here some things sinister—a scent of sulphur, sulking in a sultry pit; a serpent’s hiss, expressed from space unlit; a warm spell spilling from some seething vent; I find now some thin......

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