Reservoir Poems - Poems about Reservoir

Carbonation's bubbles create inside of me A reservoir of burps waiting to be freed When they're released at the 'perfect time' Incredibly effective as lol lines...

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Let’s go visit the Bermuda Triangle of New Jersey someone said. The place where many missing boaters are found enormously dead. Twenty-six people have disappeared in the lake, according to the masses. One body floated out four years later, and this guy was wearing his glasses. It’s the weirdest place according to Jacques Cousteau, who took his sub out. A...

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At in the twilight Reservoir bears nightfall sun Frost just start to fall....

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Reservoir Filled with quiet secrets Often hidden from our sight There's stillness to the surface In depth, there's strength and might. People gather and are drawn to The impressive stature, surely There is peace around this entity In spite of walls, so burly Made by man it may be But a lesson lies within.. There's a sense of holy presence...

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(An Addingham Poem) quivering breeze coax ripples across the surface corrugated clouds © Harry J Horsman 2020...

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Runners, joggers, wheeler, hikers - They feel the power of nature's glow, with breeze and sun Then with such course, the walking dead joins in? or shun? Each runner's course is rough, then smooth They and the jogger feel lifted up, by golden rule Hikers hike, and what do they feel? zeal! Like wheeler; they, too, zip up for fresh air's...

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Draped in silent fog, is a reservoir of dreams weathering each season, with a mystifying scheme … On a wind-swept shelf, she is silently sleeping Where secrets are guarded and are hers for the keeping Looking out at the tide, where the seagulls are sweeping In her moldering courtyard, where quadrivial paths meld, Among ancient arches of an old...

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The reservoir the very thought... ...lay rippling... detour at thought I leaped... Cascading memory... distant found respect... recall upon thought provoked... in distant sound I dwell... To stardom once disfigurement... the message I do tell... To rescue ones' desire... To enable delicate touch... To breathe the nearer reservoir... The detour I do trust... With passion we prevail...advance To linger in the memory... Thought rippling with dance ...reservoir still rippling...

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Needed rain To fill The reservoir Of heart...

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She moves the swirling tenacious wind out of her path... She sways with her tamed breeze... with her love she has charmed... In this her day...this day...this life she reigns... She greets the moon - on ragged mountain high... ...as she breathes the nearer - you'll not hear her cry... ...a single tear - the covenant of her all...her anger dispelled...her magic restored... everything she is and will...

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Poplars against the rising moon; filled full of roosting cormorants- sleeping; as long shadows, rippling between reflections of scudding clouds- where evanescent images settle....

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In your restless slumbers you feel me, I know you feel me. Always by your side like an iron rusted sword Dull to the touch and stranded to the length of your back. Your sudden sighs will be the ocean churning and The waves that collapse against the shore. Every ache you undergo will emit a moan So...

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Walking the reservoir, parched and dry, beneath white hot sun in cloudless sky; through shimmering haze that sears the soul sucking all life from the water hole. Vacuum lungs cough words that sigh, arid prayers breathed to mountain’s high, emploring the heaven’s to weep and cry yet grass burns black from moisture stole, walking the reservoir. To prayers cast there is no reply, on scorching...

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