Lakes Poems - Poems about Lakes

We hike the trails where emerald silence grows, The forest hums beneath the morning light, The mountain breathes in rhythms nature knows. The beach wind plays with gulls in seaward flight, We splash through waves, our footprints wash away, The forest hums beneath the morning light. By lakes so still they mirror skies all day,...

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Shadows of the Valley creatures of the dark pitted dome scantily clad dryads' hissing drones they rally without souls—pod like, they roam throughout forests assiduously marled awoken from the darkest depth twigs and branches splayed and snarled shadows of the valley doyennes adept distracting sheaves as straws spewing dirt they bask in on battered brain gnaws Taken in is florescent energy of the soldiers asleep wondering lost deep...

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You taste as if twilight were— lavender swirling like smoke from the earth licorice lingering with the full moon’s soft pull a sweetness both dark and divine. Your skin sparkles with starlight electric and soft as moth wings. We sip the pink sky lemonade lakes cascade through our fingers time unspools between our hands while the past drinks from our open palms. The air crackles...

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The learning curve is much too steep; I’m stuck at the bottom Staring at mountaintops, Swept away by rivers, Eroding with the skeletons Whose bones faded so long ago; Count me with the corpses— I died before I lived Kissed by the noose in the water As I walked off the final step And forgot how to float. Bottomfeeder, nonsensebreeder, The task was learning how to swim— But...

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Pollution and overcrowding the Earth's limit is near, if there is to be no solution just take me far from here. Take me to the lakes of that ancient monastic city, to the Hills of Glendalough to live in peace, to live in pity. Take me to the Lakes hidden beneath majestic fog, away from crowds cloaked in sickness away from cities masked in smog. Take me...

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Moosehead, mother of Maine’s many lakes fed by Moose River’s flowing tears. Overlooked by Kineo’s cliffs, with Kennebec you share your gifts. Sebago Lake, your bowels deep with waters fresh, quench Portland’s thirst. Headwater for Presumpscot’s course which for many towns was a life source. Chesuncook Lake, you are the source of hydropower’s natural force and from your bounteous water store you serve when...

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Sun on sea's facade like sprinkles on a donut. Shimmers, eyes glimmer....

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wind off the great lakes reminds me who is in charge chills my bones brightly...

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Rippling water brings calming effects...

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Two lakes, Shimmering, like exotic women, Dream as one, under the mango moon Reynaldo Casison...

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The great bird feathered harpoon Flung from one shore to the other Soaring over the Caribbean green of Torch Lake Flies at the bow of my speeding boat Or should I say more accurately I race on the morning frill of waves At the Blue Heron’s pointing wing 20 miles per hour On the nose Skipping stones lake to sky to lake How to...

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The Great Lakes acronym spells homes I chose titled topic by a fanciful whim, nevertheless still consider my knowledge of aforementioned material slim. Housing multivarious biomes register ecological syndromes whereby constituents of NOAA Great Lakes Environmental Research Laboratory writ tomes. Pellucid pearls in northeastern North America since planetary birth Comprise Lakes Superior, Michigan, Huron, Erie, and Ontario dearth Largest group of freshwater lakes...

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Potatoes And Mushrooms Fries are not only deep-fried sticks to which nothing permanent connects But also, what happens when a person makes some serious mistakes. And a way to eat however many potatoes a person wants to in one sitting Even...

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Take Me There Take me to the place where it’s broadly known In meadows and woods famous poets roamed Where hosts of blithe yellow daffodils dance In expectation of budding romance. To view magnificent mountains and lakes And spectacular countryside landscapes In hopefulness that it all will inspire My muse to explode alike a drumfire. The Lake District I will visit one day There’s...

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cloaked in winter white silence reigns on frozen lakes ~ swans await spring's thaw December 6, 2022 Winter Nature Themed Haiku Contest Sponsored by Tania Kitchin...

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