Rivulets Poems | Examples

A Triad of Tanka IX

Fragrant rose petals

Streaked in trickling rivulets               

Of shy, tearful zest;

But more poignant your red lips

Moistened by the cooling air.
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Curtains partly drawn

I waited till the frost came;

Still you had not come.

The guiding candle I lit

Left in my lonely window.
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Hunters silver Moon,

Touching down on the hills brow,

Deserts the Heavens.

His callous indifference

Could almost equal your own.
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Monsoon In The West

A classic wind upstaged the evening,
Vocalizing Leaves and Tremulous Aria 
Branches. On accompanying fused-sand, framed
and clear, began a run of finely tuned
rivulets -- busy writing, I had not
looked, and saw, dark clouds conjugating -- 
nor sniffed thickening troops of air~ my 
sinuses alerting, their usual swelling.  Came a lantern's
flash, came a vivid slash, rumbling
likened to a heavily weighted freight-train, with frantic
mind to lighten its burdensome, brooding load.

Lights on the river VIII

Quicksilver tendrils
inlaid rivulets flow through
the inky blackness

Naive Faith

Claustrophobic, saturated white walls constrict,
sucking the oxygen from every molecule of deprived blood.
Hypoxic cells circulate through an increasingly unstable body,
whilst rivulets of sweat flow from clammy palms.

Insomniac reality blurs with insidious shadows,
dancing upon the ceiling.
Naive faith keeps insanity just at bay,
but with each sunrise, hope is chipped away.

How much longer can a soul survive without respite
before it splits open—
spilling into the realms of delicious delusion?

Counting spots of dust in sunlight streams
now becomes the norm.
Two hundred yesterday—
is that two hundred and four today?

Slowly losing grip,
twisted nursery rhymes play out in a fracturing mind:

One, two, no one is going to save you.
Three, four, get ready for the relentless gore.
Five, six, they will play with your bones like sticks.
Seven, eight, for this occasion you better not be late.
Nine, ten, you are now in their sadistic den.

Praying for sleep, it never comes,
as reality dissolves
and this phantasmagorical nightmare commences.

Ancient Winds Of Time

Rain falls softly on the purple flower as it swings to and fro
in a field where everything blooms according to nature's will 
Steadfast and strong the morning sun rises in the East  
upon a lush carpet of grass soft as the ancient winds of time 

Light piano keys caress my mind as I close my eyes and enter 
into a reverie as bright as the orange tulips that seize me 
Ferns and chanterelles bathed in beams of pure light  
I am part of and whole of, this amazing greenish forest !

Rivulets of quiet waters glide through the sun kissed earth 
aerial slides from eagles and other winglet creatures of sky 
Loyal and faithful mother earth is constant with her affection 
in this solitary paradise made of *****sapiens of every kind

Stunned into silence I inhale the chirp of the dancing bird 
exhaling into the pinery the offspring of my very soul 
I cup my  hands and drink from the river, a thirsty fish 
longing to finish the journey I began, oh centuries ago.

He, the Word

Christ, the word, lived in the celestial world.
His graces, like petals, slowly unfurled.
He was one with the Father and Spirit.
To His fervent grace, there was no limit.

In the form of the breeze, He blew around.
Over mountains and valleys, He was found.
As fountains, streams, and rivulets, He flowed.
Like the sun, the moon, and the stars, He glowed.

He was revealed in the sweet songs of birds.
He was concealed in nature's silent woods.
In flute, lute, and harp, He sounded sweetly.
In hearts of depths, wasn't He heard softly?

Rippling Refrain

Written: August 5, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Nette Onclaud

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River,
rippling refrain,
rushing, rolling, revived,
ribbons of rain rearranging
rocks, roots, reflections — reckless, radiant.
Rivulets ripple, ringing rhythms
resound, reaching, reeling
rousing rare range —
River.

Sea Smiles

Strolling upon the shore at night,
cavorting crabs come into sight.
White-capped waves kiss the sultry shore,
whisper nothings in gentle roar.
Digging clams discover their holes,
hiding away within the shoals.
Starfish affirm their right of place,
disappearing without a trace.
Treasures blossom on cooling sand,
aglitter in a patterned strand.
Tiny rivulets run their course
returning to their common source.
Mysterious as it may be,
I will always smile at the sea.

Idyllic

The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched - they must be felt with the heart."  Hellen Keller  

Snow-tipped mountains ranged around the prairie,
Small rivulets wavered down the steep sides,
Spreading nutriments, flourishing flowers.

   Bright red poppies, and yellow celandines
   Swayed all around, as a balmy breeze blew.
   Aiding agile grey geese gracefully glide.
   Above the shade of a cluster of oaks.

A few old men tended a flock of sheep,
Most chewed unleavened bread, nibbling on cheese.
Till to a tavern they'd go, to drink beer.

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He, the Word

He, the word lived in the celestial world.
He was one with the Father and Spirit. 
His facets, like petals, slowly unfurled.
To His fervent grace, there was no limit.  

In the form of the breeze, He blew around.
As fountains, streams, and rivulets, He flowed.
Over mountains, and valleys He was found.
As the sun, the moon, and the stars, He glowed.

He was revealed in the sweet songs of birds. 
In flute, lute, and harp, He sounded sweetly.
He was concealed in nature's silent words.
In the cries of babes, wasn't He heard softly?

Saying: let there be, He brought forth all things.
It's from Him, endlessly, existence springs.

In The Mouth of Desire

Plump cherries sit atop twin mounds
and a sly smile hovers around her
ripe strawberry lips,
Sweat, like honey, titillatingly  
rolls in rivulets down her
lithe and luscious torso to
an oasis, moist and luxuriant.

From the hilltop region down 
to an enchanting sanctuary 
lies a pulsating plateau,
sizzling like bacon in a frying pan,
stirring my latent passion 
to a feverish pitch…
melting me like 
a scoop of ice cream on a hot summer day.

TOUCH OF NOCTURNAL VELVET

A cascade, shimmering, of rivulets that undulate,
Metaphor thalassic, richly blending at the pate.
Each silhouette of vitality, speaking with gentle weight,
On shoulders resting, an adornment, delicate.

Where inky depths meet sun-kissed golden thread,
Fair skin and russet lips, a harmony well-bred.
On sloping lids, where emerald hues are spread,
Completing thus, a visage subtly, richly said.

Every filament, a void of deepest night,
Pupils widen, mirroring its stark, endless plight.
Heartstrings tugged by fur of shadowed fall,
Where a blue throb pulses, binding all.

Illusions on Rivulet Path

Written: May 15, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Crystol Woods

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I’m neither harmonious nor a hidden hymn
Who said I'm wedded to whimsy, lilac looks?
to all those who gifted me 
countless worries through the years. 
Simply silhouettes in my rear—view mirror.
I sail past rhyming reefs, 
of my quest faintly reflecting 
Why should I let them define me anymore?

I make mistakes; so what?
my heart is full of love and ambrosian words—
it shines with rhapsody.
my hands can heal amidst the severest pain.
my mind envision cures 
for sparkling vanilla—algae tears.
Tidal teals whisper tales that truly transform.

Despite doubts in glittering, grape-colored gales,
I'll face them as the north star kisses the sea.
I will rise and face them head on,
while history hisses at my heels. 
I'll sustain my anxieties for what they are — illusions 
with a clairvoyant cape and rivulets unraveled
what matters is now
what matters is my striving
what matters is the rise 
toward rebellious rainbows
and what I require, 
as a necklace of seashells 
worn and stained with sepia

Trance dance

As we trance dance, in our dream world,
in truth we are always alone,
propelled along a path unique,
in time coming into our own.

Shifting hues of scarlet sunset,
rivulets flowing down a hill,
each distant star a shining gem,
surrender to God egoic will.

Aligned with the vast universe,
synced to the cosmic vibration,
as part of the collective whole,
soul entwines with God’s creation.

Breath by breath as heartbeats renew,
gently softening attention,
sensing bliss ignition within,
we claim our right to ascension.

The Door of Uncertainty

The Door of Uncertainty


I stand at the door of uncertainty
I have a difficult choice to make
My sweaty palm grasps the handle
My heart and the clock beat rapidly in sync
Time is my enemy, she is relentless
The ringing doorbell is a loud gong
It echoes in my head urging me on
Rivulets of salty water run down my face
My hand and the knob are one
As they turn slowly to open the door
The door swings open
Your pizza sir, that’ll be fifteen dollars

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