Lakeside Poems - Poems about Lakeside

crescent moon slides into rippling clouds - barbie of shrimp and crab ...

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The dank cold chill stills the dawn to forlorn quietude, as the day hopes in vain for summer rays to lift eyelids awake to a warm break of day. Shorebirds huddle out of the shadows to catch the glimmer of weak light rays that trickle onto the sand flats. Syrupy waves ripple the lake's surface trying their best to make the best of the frigid situation, with the scene blanketed...

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When you have a rusty, outdoor table. Hurting on the step. Take a lake relaxation. And moonlight spinning growth. When you are the person on the home side. They could have given you a little sip… Except that they can’t control how far that line extends. How far it does… When you have hurt, trembling, That wasn’t...

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dear gentle reader's, go out and have fun the summer is here, visit a bookstore feel the zaphyr as it touches your face when sun is up high and swan's playful game in the lake sit by the lake with poetry in one hand watch ladybug climb up your hand lay down your head on the green grass watch the paintings that...

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Picture # 4 used as inspiration At our lakeside cottage where we have pottage at night When autumn comes and russet mums' blossoms daze Go to bed early, nothing to dread and wake by sun's light As the sun sets there's no regrets just joy at summer's end Fall...

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right at the right plain of my eyes I spy in view with my eyes on the right side sits a duck on the roof sitting aloof yet still right at the right plain why? Is this duck here on a second story roof sitting still like he lights just sitting upon Lakeside perch sitting a top a second story ...

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The lake has its own orchestrated acoustics. The quaking of oboes and the bassoon-ing honks of a skein of geese conduct a loosely scored morning air. Rustling reeds chime in fluted stems, a wind section throats through its hollow notes, and then there is you. you who hesitantly strum within each lip-breathing earshot nevertheless your strings are tuned high to the vibrating moment. All...

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Within this summer dream Housed and bedded Willow-arched, willow-awned Buzz of cares slay. Whilst that, cruel-edged, afar As hard, no more For city's hive shapes it. Faded away....

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The pummelled margins pulsed with steady sway as reeds resisted swell. These shards in gilt refracted dying light from summer sun. Beneath their shafts a clotted mass of spawn like slobber wobbled, thickening the lake. There shiny flecks of tiny minnows dashed with throbbing verve around the shallow edge. Then hatching eggs released a swarm of flies like pixilated screens that...

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snake at the lakeside soaking up the southern sun fangs on vacation...

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In tranquility of a silver mountain lake, dance the chlorophyll offspring of the trees upon a exhilarating springtime breeze. white and pink cirrus travels the stratosphere, what it sees I would love to know; perhaps all that the birds see, maybe more. A bullfrog greets me as I wade into the aqua and I laugh at the playfulness of a dragonfly as it...

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They come for just one night, Sleep over ‘til next day. They must be off, first light. They’re weary from long flight But otherwise okay. They come for just one night. ...

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Lakeside cool waving waters rapidly calming wind blows fish floating resting 7/31/20 written words by James Edward Lee Sr.© 2020...

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I saw you on the lake. You have a nice tan, you glistened, wet, and smiled. We waved halfheartedly, at a distance. It was one of those 2020 moments. We are distanced by discipline, desires sheltered in place. Mine are burned, as fuel, for piquant eclogues or rest, unused, like nuclear waste....

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flat morning water startled by harsh reflection his youth disappeared...

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