Riverbeds Poems - Poems about Riverbeds

...Thank you, for being there when my tearful riverbeds - flooded down my eyes. And when the sun couldn't even dry them. Thank you, for being there when I faced - the lies, by the one who swor......

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...The cold has fled this place, and wrapped in light The world is once again so warm and bright. The sky is blue and shattered are the walls That kept the sun outside those wintry halls. The win......

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...RAINING IN SUMMER There are some for whom rain is a blessing After weeks of drought and dry riverbeds Those precious droplets of cool clear water Yet hardly enough to restore cracked earth But......

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...Close up is when you see the cracks, the lines etched, scratched onto canvas. An oil painting that survived a fire. Close up is when you see the ash loosen, drift away in a breeze. Smoke. Som......

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... brilliant wings, gentle coasting over riverbeds ~ silencing the sun graceful, gliding smiles lingering on the roses ~ reassuring peace Spring Flower, Bird or Bu......

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...Canyons of loss emotional wastelands Spires of hope grasping for sky Riverbeds bake mountains are damming Feelings once deluged —barren and dry (Dreamsleep: June, 2022)......

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...Cursive Consolations David J Walker Heartlessly pressing words into wine Our feet are blood red from the crushing Our heads flowing in faint rhymes Into dry riverbeds genially growing An o......

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...An impartial day Upon lush yonder valleys, golden sun rays glow Reflected raindrops prism, forming a partial rainbow Just above my head, ......

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...Spring’s fading flowers Worn down rocks on riverbeds Trees losing their leaves Is this growing old? Is this what it is to age? Not if you get there… Spring’s perennials The rivers water fl......

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...Soundlessly ricochet to and fro hither and yon roundly bobbing within squarely donned talking heads of psycho killers, one pyromaniac burning down the crowded house sparking magnificent confla......

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...The wailing horn cries out not for the kings of distant lands But for the children who have forgotten his music. Like the soft belly of a camel The warms sands of my home creep between the toes......

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...Life clawing at Life… fragmented- Wounded universe Global heart bleeds Seeps into dry Riverbeds- Sleep......

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...ROSES ON THE MOON Midnight tickles your turned-up toes, dawn scrapes your knees but your head is already in daylight kissing the setting sun and not me. The scent of musk and the north woods ......

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...March 2011 spring is on the way The sea is Calm slight haze on the bay The sea is our life the fishing is good We depend on the ocean for our livelihood Rumble in the distance buildings begin to ......

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...When you were eight years old waking to another perfect day's dawn what potential did you discover with your co-empathy integrity of left-deductive with elder right inductive communionations? ......

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