Ripple Poems - Poems about Ripple

...In the vast field of beings, some are stars casting kindness, Somehow born with a mirage that drips mercy of its own accord. They traverse valleys and deserts, spreading, unwavering, their pure ess......Read the rest...

...(FICTION, PLEASE. It is easy for me to write in the first person, but nearly all my poems are fiction. Please don't attribute this poem to me. I loved my wife to distraction. For ten years she......Read the rest...

... It’s a peculiar feeling, isn’t it? To be one of 8 billion. To surely be the one and only soul to have unique experiences, immersive suffering, triumphs— Ha. A peculiar feeling to be sure, to......Read the rest...

...Blue twinges of lament cast gaunt shadow o’er my dreadful pang as a grim mist segued into dark claustrophobic cantons where rabid zeal of hearts once smouldered from magma’s deep red vein Y......Read the rest...

... We stepped in pathless wood on fading twilight. Dusty dusk with misty mask merging to night. Deep dense darkness simply slipping at slow rate. Soon t......Read the rest...

...The subway station heaves with muffled noise, The shuffle of countless feet against the grime, I am aware of unfounded disdain, Coursing between strangers in the city's bowels. The ancient fluo......Read the rest...

...We were vacationing in the state of palm trees and seashore in September's mild loveliness. Me, a sexagenarian widow, hobbled by arthritis in my knees. As my family enjoyed the surf, I sat cont......Read the rest...

...In the vast field of beings, some are stars that cast kindness, Somehow born with a mirage that drips mercy from within. They traverse valleys and deserts, spreading, unwavering, their pure essence......Read the rest...

..."Life itself is the most wonderful fairy tale. Children learn as they help you imagine" ~~ Hans Christian Andersen ~~ I sat by the pond not a rip......Read the rest...

...holding within heart, omnipotent force we can, if we choose, alter the dream but if love and light be our sole resource should we not allow desire forms to stream as we witness all as but a fli......Read the rest...

...An evanescent bouquet of skewed briars, is how a tinsel laden tawdry essence wickedly unfolds , scuppered signpost to a fetid human compost, faint light pendant on soul crushed quantum migrant,......Read the rest...

...when we be both form and space and time a strum a ripple in the void what then remains to be done on earth save being present in innate vibrancy of bliss magnetism reverberating within......Read the rest...

... O, the perfumed scent of lilac and daffodil You'll never replace the stench of the repulsive local landfill All hail to New Joisey, the Garden State weeds, thorns and......Read the rest...

...A young girl’s voice, lost in the data, cries out, "Why are we here?" Pixie Pixela, her words soft and low, murmurs, "This world is yours, dear, a garden for stories to grow." But her digital e......Read the rest...

...The anatomy of a poet’s heart ebbs and flows~ sometimes like the swirling ocean, fluent in idyllic idioms and mystical metaphors, woven from aesthetic elements of nature, for inspi......Read the rest...