Rushing Poems - Poems about Rushing

Waterfall

whitewater appeared
     a rumbling roar filled the air
          the waterfall’s near

Like A Rolling Stone Me Rushing

    Tumbling rolling like a stone !
   Yes. going on my own :
    Independent, frolic free
     but not in glee
    I'm not feeling fine !
    Yet my life is mine.
     
  

FALL IS RUSHING BY

The raspy rustling of freeze-dried multicolored leaves
Rush past my raised windows and open door as the soft breeze
Gathers its strength and sprays them haphazardly along
The leaf cluttered sidewalk and shadowed lined street.
Fall is rushing past me, Massaging my ears,
Delighting my senses. Raising my awareness
           

Rushing Wind

Towards His light I go 
like the winds when they rush to the shore 
soaring like the eagle higher than the stars 
here I am here I am, I offer you myself..,
Towards His Love I go 
like the stars when they shine and glow  
ascending like the angels in the heaven's  
here I

I'm not Rushing To Meet My End

I'm not rushing to meet my end,
I'm being told that days are hard to predict
and fate cannot be easily changed...
to start again and make no mistakes to regret!

Many battles are lost without firm conviction:
who's that lucky that has a good plan?
Trust in your abilities and overcome anything,
a challenge is dealt with heroism, not fear!
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Soon Winter

Soon Winter

Clouds
Rounded mounds piled 
Ever higher and thicker 
Heavy, hang deep gray low —
Threatening snow
— If not tonight, then tomorrow —
Over all here, upon this gurgling, burbling 
Creek, which sparkles rushing
Downhill 
          From
    		Hidden
		      Waterfalls…

The clear creek’s muddy

The Wind's Lullaby

Listen to the wind, sighing gently –
Intimate as the moan from an oak,
Crackling, groaning, yet breathing light
From the soul of summer…
As it fades beneath autumn’s breath,
Blowing wonders into the moments,
Quiet dreams and soothing thoughts,
Healing the mind – restoring the heart,
Whispering joy through the dark –

This is the risk of knowing a season,
Like laughter and reason,
Raining

Rushing To and Fro

Sometimes the rain never falls , drowning in the overflow that falls from above
Speaking a word or two , something to do about love
Why do you even care , about all there is that you couldn't even hear
The world rushes madly on by, emerged so deeply in their own private made fear
Oh dear
One enormous mouth

Singing Memories My Annual Birthday Poem

*** SINGING MEMORIES ***

“Many days you have lingered around my cabin door.
Hard times, come again no more.” **

A memory came flying through to me this afternoon
— a fine memory, not recently seen,
Up from long ago, some fifty years past — the vision
Came of a then oft-repeated scene from my college years 
(What seems another life’s

Rushing Russias Vodka

He often rushed Russia's famed vodka
He had proudly named Bad Armoured Car,
Mouths daring to find the like in bar
Of the same strength and Field Marshall's Star.

But on alertness was set for a fall,
Quick to hear a call and kick a ball:
A strictness rearing for sure collapse,
Darting glances spotting the sure lapse
In a once decided strong

Rushing Fate

Is this the end of all hope?
I feel the ruin of man draw near,
I must raise my sword,
my family lifts it with me,
my wife is there beside me,
my children watch in silence.
I must live through this day,
for their sakes and mine,
Fell deeds await.
My humanity slips away,
the soldiers fall around me,
I hear naught but silence,
an empty

Rushing Dew

Sitting peacefully,
At the window watching
the sun coming up
in the early morning hours
My elbows on the sill
my face pressed against
the glass pane window
I had a bird's eye view.
Of the misty layers of dew
Frantically gathering
and swirling and whirling
Stirring up the grays, the greens,
and speckles of blue in turbulent
raging waves of rushing dew

At the Edge of the Water

Peace flows gently
On the shores of a creek
Softly speaking
To emotions, healing
Caressing the breath
Serenity so soothing, 
Like a silent hope
Poured out over a soul
Blessed, sacred
God’s whisper of joy
Intimate like a dream
Gasping through heartbreak
Light reflecting faith
His presence on the air
Wonder beyond wishes, 
Magical and life saving – music
In the form of gentle
Trickles of cool, clear liquid
Kissing the

Rushing Out West

He’s rushing out West…got the itch.
and sluicing for gold…will be rich.
Took tumble out gate,
For such was man’s fate —
Cold rush of the gold up his ditch.

1/12/2022

While Listening To Yo Yo Ma

While Listening  to  Yo Yo Ma ***
,(Performing Bach’s “Unaccompanied Cello Suite 1 in G Major”)          ————-
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Metamorphosis —
Spires —
The blood swift 
through my heart
 becomes rivers — rushing,
Currents to places not

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