Short Flow Away Poems

Clouds gently caress
Tips of the mountains slowly
As they flow away...

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My hands are my vessel
to drink at the stream
The bank gives me a bed
a perfect place to dream
Under ardent skies I drift 
untroubled, unworried
As burdens flow away
for the stream absorbs x...

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When you wake in the morning
And your heart is not on fire,
All joy gone 
With it hope and desire.
Don’t fret
Or cling on to despair,
It could be only a feeling 
Just a passing care.
If so don’t worry 
About that feeling today,
Just drop it in the river of life
And let it flow away....

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Child, go home.
Your home is nowhere?
Then go back to the womb.
No mother's womb?
Go to father's semen.
Your father is nowhere?
Go to mum's tubes.
Is the egg there barren?
Then, little one, flow away
in her menstrual blood
just as her longing
goes down the drain -
go that way too.
Let the girl be.
Child, go home....

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Your life looks like a smooth river
Everything flow away
People you knew forever
And places, and smells, and colors

Suddenly you realize
That your life is just a mirror
You get back any images
What is real? What is yours?

Now you are swimming
The calm water covers your eyes
You cannot see, you cannot know
You can just imagine, you can just wonder....

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I took a stroll one hot summer day
The sun glared with its hot rays 
As I walked beside the flowing waters of the river
At the reflecting light off the water I would gaze
Wading through the rippling rapids
The cool water ran 
While I stood and listened 
To the trickling of the water 
And watched it dance around around my legs
And flow away….



~9/26/2018...

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Relaxing having some me time
It's not wrong. It's not a crime
To forget about the day
Let your sorrows flow away
A nice warm bath with lots of bubbles
Washes away all your troubles
A glass of wine or soda pop
Will bring your sadness to a stop 
Music or a TV show
Helps your happiness to grow
Take a moment and you'll see
How fantastic it can be
To unwind and take a break
From working hard for goodness sake....

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i pull and i strain
my muscles are tightening
the pressure is raising
temperatures blazing
why do i go through this?
going through the pain
the huts and the work
easier to just make it all stop?
then what have ive been doing
all this time that i have spent
to give it all up cause of some pain
that shall go away
the effort that i put 
and the risks that i take
now are just going to flow away
because of my one mistake...

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Like the grass that will soon wither
Life seems to be growing older
And like an artiste that is leaving the stage
Life is now seen in its old age

Its strength is coming to an end
And its vigour reaching its last bend
Having the mind that is fast losing its dream
Never to be supportive again like a strong beam

Like a river it will flow away
And vanish like the wind without any trace
How great it shall be on that day
When life retires from its race...

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She searched for God
in the arms of a man
who was searching for an orgasm
in the space between her legs.
He thought the blood disgusting,
she watched her innocence flow away.
From her tears she hoped he would glean
how much pain he was causing
but soon she had to speak the words.
He told her it hurt less
the more you do it
so she braced herself for him to enter
again.
She called him the next day
and the day after that.
Nine months later
still no answer....

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my dreams flow away  like colorful leaves floating  the trees are reaching

the river of life    where dreams linger on the shore    water worn pebbles

yet some still linger  and I hold them to my heart  oh beautiful dreams

____________________
February 15, 2016

Poetry/Monoku/beautiful dreams
Copyright Protected, ID 16-758-084-0
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.

For the contest, River of Dreams,
sponsor, Poet Destroyer

Sixth Place...

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The sandy beach and the ocean
obviously do not understand each other.

Each wave falls upon the shore,
as if it had never met that shore before.

The sand attempts to flow away,
yet scuttled crab legs
and the weight of empty shells
slows it to a shackled crawl.

Eventually,
the unstable edge of that feathering lip
tumbles into the sea.

Then the salty, always thirsty water,
turns away to flow more swiftly
through the open gills and mouths
of the unanchored
and free.

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