Runoff Poems | Examples

Go summer, come autumn

Days too long for the sun to bite still hard,
All trees bring forth leaves that are mostly green,
Different hues are what summer fails to preen,
With grace, yet with force, summer's hands bombard. 

Rain may catch even the prepared off guard,
Its runoff sweeps paved roads fresh, clear and clean,
Its grains and pebbles make the oceans glean,
Yet it lets wild weeds grow in each farmyard.

Longer night, fall, I beg of you to bring,
With coolness that summer deprived me of,
So on my bed I can sleep like a king,
And turn it into a playground for love,
Where our love and our affection can sing,
As we playfully embrace, push, and shove.

will he get here soon

the porch boards are precariously weak.
water runoff has warped and damaged them again.
we have had this porch rebuilt a few times
one board has a giant hole in it.
I put a garbage can over it, so the dogs will not break a leg.
Our handyman says he will come and fix it soon.
Yesterday I noticed two spots that felt like they were giving way.
Will he get here soon enough or will I be the one with a broken leg?

After the Floods

"Positive impact after a disaster, as people show humanity as they come together and give their hearts to help." Quote by poet
 
Rainfall falls so quickly, and heavy 
High water overflowed the river levee 
Causing widespread damage. 
Heartbreak and very difficult to manage. 

The streets turn into deep flowing rivers. 
Cars submerged in the water shivers. 
Few people injured or died in flash flood runoff 
Until the torrential rain tappers off. 

After, the aftermath disaster communities call-out 
Finding strength from the despair that sprout. 
All begin to clean up helping each other out. 
Inspiring kindness and assistance throughout.


4/21/2024

Recycling

Seasons come and go -- 
How ends the fillings?

Recycled we know:

rain back to the sky,
leaves to soil,
sandy runoff, particle
debris, for oysters to make
pearly luxuries -- 

snow on mountains
for short spell may stay
or a billion days may lay – 

a store of time
in the icy clime
of glaciers, 

and the earth
changes rotation; 

sun, its incidence~
cooling and warming 
inclination -- 

oceans where land,
land replacing sea -- 

doubtless, somehow 
we will all meet again

when life 
comes round
to eternity….

The Lil Chocolate Chip

The lil chocolate chip
Was lost and alone
He just wanted a place
To finally belong
He saw a candy bar
And though it was home
He had to runoff but 
Still ends up alone
While he searched around
With tears running down
Lots of chocolate chip steps that
Made him look like a clown
But low and behold
He stumbles across
A beautiful plain cookie
Who made him the boss

Runoff

Warm sunny day slowly melts
snow lying on the cold ground
the warmth creates puddles
with slush ice moving slowly
down each path it could find
like a flash flood it creates
its own pathway 
meandering down the street
to find the nearest drain
sitting watching it all happen
from the living room window
while sitting fighting the flu
you think of the force of water
and it finds its way through
the winter ice and snow
nature is a wonder
as is the beginning of spring

Floods Flow

Mud rocks and dark waters
Runoff into the grounds
Dark days dying trees
Damage in the skies and creeks
The rivers flow the oceans storm
And my little friends black crows and silver squirrels hide
Deep into the leaves where the water dives and diversges

We need you do not forget us as the next months pass us

I Long To Walk the Hills

I long to walk the hills today
    among bare trees that dance and sway
    where leaves, now flightless, stories tell
    where damp and rotting, earthy smells
    enhance and echo what they say

I long to walk beneath the trees
    so graceful, bending in the breeze
    reflected in the runoff creek
    where I can often catch a peek
    before fawns scamper off with ease

I long to walk beside the brook
    that shows the path the water took
    when last the clouds threw back their doors
    and blessed us with their precious stores
    left shallow ponds in shady nooks

I long to sit upon a rock
     and simply let the water talk
     I babble far too much, it seems
    there’s much to learn from quiet streams
    away from demands of the clock

So I’ve decided what to do
    and maybe it’s okay with you
    for I’ve resolved: put down the pen
    cast wide the door and walk again
    perhaps you’d like to join me too?

Raining Grace

Week One of two with zero running water
Faucets are dry because of a labor strike
Corrupt politicians and unions in S. Africa
Frustrate! But Our Lord is a God of Grace
Our watertank (for roof runoff) is emptying fast
I asked a neighbor just yesterday
Is there rain in the forecast (he didn't know)
All night it rained, our Tank is near full again
Hallelujah and shalom shalom. Trust Him

Wisdom From Trees

Nestling in my realm, as you host a daydream,
Reveling in breeze of my splendor evergreen,
I welcome you to my domain of rhythmic trills
Where roam the blue jays, robins, and crossbills
Feeding on berries, frolicking with hatchlings,
Singing gaily, serenading benevolent sanctuary
Amid bears’ huff, growl, and foxes’ feral-howl
Sheltered amicably from dry heat and rainfall;

Where trees reduce pollution, boost air quality,
Emit oxygen you breathe, by photosynthesis,
Bear flowers, fruits, nurturing your well-being
Temper climate cheerily, swaying with winds,
Hold soil in place, reducing runoff to streams
Protecting elixir of life in rivers and tributaries;

While you find balance in sanctity and peace,
Enlightened by whispers rustling in harmony,
That warn of deforestation ruining ecosystem,
And callousness that torches wildlife and trees;

Yet, I rise from ashes sprouting earth’s tranquility
For I am the forest of goodwill and sublimity,
Adorning every season, standing for you firmly,
Hosting you as you rejoice in salutary daydream.

May 22, 2022
Poem of the day on May 24, 2022
Placed 1st: Wisdom From Trees Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anoucheka Gangabissoon

Ah Tone They'Ll Listen Too

Toxic mine runoff
Used in biofuel
As a key ingredient to support
Alternative solutions in areas
Where they exist and are plentiful.
Sustainability and keep a healthier
Future. In mind.
Using our waste to help pretext our
Future. The America of tommorrow
Includes hardwork today.
Learning, teaching and alerting
People of what we are capable of doing.
One industries waste becoming key
Ingredients to other problems.
If fermented fodda can make
The ether cheaper, well let's go the
Fodda and help the corn growers
Recover. 

1872 mining laws
In full respect of all
People.

Storm Coming

Winds blowing
Hard against the house
Buffeted
Shuddering
Hunkering down for the worst
As the front rolls in

Rain pounding
On the metal roof
Voices raised
Just to hear
Rivers running through the yard
Creating trenches

Light flashes
A two-count and boom
Puppy dog
Snuggles close
Hills outlined by strobed flashes
Petitions raised up

Calm returns
Distant flashes now
Long count booms
Rain subsides
Runoff racing downhill fast
The world is fresh, clean

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SECOND PLACE WINNER
For the "Give Me A Shadorma" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Sotto Poet
Written on 02/17/2022

Rivulliteration

Regarding raindrops,
Rivulets run,
Readily regroup,
Recreate raging runoff rivers,
Relentlessly ravage, reshape, round, reduce rough rocks,
Remove residue,
Reach reservoirs,
Refresh, relax recalcitrant recreators,
Rest,
Rinse,
Repeat

Acorn-Utopia

Why me?  Alone.
At edge
Of decimated deciduous
Sanctuary destroyed.
I long for boughs
Now taken
Ringed history
Sacrificed
On the altar
Of a paved future.
I am the hope
Of a backyard rope swing
A Robin's nest
A squirrel's sustenance.
I shall ride
The muddy flow
Of unchecked runoff
Sink deep my roots
And grow.

John G. Lawless
5/4/2020

Response To the Lost Cow

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“I am not lost,” said the cow
“I am just not found.”
And so he wandered through
The plains aimlessly as 
Though he had no purpose
And as he wandered he
Began to see all the 
Wonderful sights, smell
All the wonderful smells,
Hear all the wonderful
Sounds, feel all the wonderful
Feelings, taste all the 
Wonderful flavors and he thought
To himself, “Now I know that
I am found.” and he began to
Appreciate all the things that 
He hadn’t even noticed before
He noticed the sparkle of the
Grass with its early morning dew
He noticed the trickle of the
Creek with its fresh mountain runoff
And he thought to himself, “So this 
Is what it’s like to be found.”

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