Short Brook Poems
Short Brook Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Brook by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Brook by length and keyword.
Rapa Nui had no trees
Not one canoe to fish the seas
No fire to cook
No shady brook
Donald Trump pay attention PLEASE!
A pebble dropped into a pool
Reveals ripples poets find cool
But when I look
Into a brook
It reveals an Halloween ghoul
babbling brook
poetry
in motion
plant a seed
earth is moist
love must grow
smile on face
big secret
not sharing
. . . bubbly brook, tall tree
time biding time, no hurry
no rush, no worry . . .
No more a wet hook
Through his scope he can not look
Ash floats on the brook
By Robb A. Kopp
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the gurgling brook sings
a song coming from the trees
spring is in motion
Heidi Sands
3/30/21
Love for me,
it's rio bravo,
immense and full sea
never dry brook...
Silver glistening on clear water
Trickling babbling brook carries leaves down stream
Water defrosts as the seasons change
sublime inner peace
sitting beside a babbling brook ~
a monk meditates
Date written: 01/21/2023
A gurgling brook
Surrounded by large oak trees
Flowers everywhere
And a blanket for the ground
Best picnic place ever found!
Through autumn leaves a brook pours forth
God's life-sustaining fount of wisdom.
*Entry for John Freeman's Crystaline Contest
In fields or the meadow
or the brook
To angst to joy
May I dine tonight
With only my book
Woods in deep mist
shallow brook of shimmering slik
unweaves over rocks.
Cooling breeze -- rustling leaves
wind chimes in the nght
we are brittle leaves
the wind and deluge spawned life
the brook is overflowing
Written: April 30, 2022
I see a glow behind a brook,
I will brook nothing
As I hold the hand
Of my beloved
Across the brook
To meet
The glow of bliss.
I once saw a fish on a hook,
traveling up and down a brook
with a tasty worm inside
wiggling once then died
looking back with, a dirty look
Morning Belt (Purity)
Peaceful, silent brook
That transverses downward shore
Only to find that
Polluted ocean accepts
All of water’s purity
You cry,but bring
no mournful look;
Will not My brook
cool your brow?
Will not My joy
pour out from you..
tomorrow..if not now!
Her tongue drips silver
Calling children of all ages
Walk in the spring brook
Soft pebbles tickle
Urban woes begin to fade
A small interlude
The world is a wonderful place
said he, with an awestruck face
Meadow, brook, hill and dale
explored them all, fresh from jail
Bubbling brook
mumbles beautiful poetry to the wind,
And as curious birch trees
lean in to hear its mutterings,
a swiftly running stream sings.
Where the ice gnaws a brook,
black Ash trees sink waist-high
in the smoking frost.
A chill wind chatters,
my dark coat flaps
like a rook's shadow.
A swath of lavender sways in a field
where the meandering brook slowly flows
a hint of fragrance swiftly yields
memories of childhood sweet and fair
Special sounds elate
A sound brook flows on downstream
Sends chills down my spine
Russell Sivey
Entrant into Constance's Haiku me some nature, please
There a she is
viewed to the right
My willow aslant a brook
it is in her eyes
I remember
Still there her wistful glance
Oh my !
I still do love her