Short Rivulet Poems
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rain falls on birds' nest
rain falls into rivulet
quiet birds are restless
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Kolkata Msy25, 2016
Rivulet
ripples
mellifluously
surreptitiously
lilt
conflating
into
a
demure
lagoon
.
back mine dome'z locks roamed
'twixt eve's legz mine wavy strands
crisp rivulet rush
*rousing the astute's
vision ,)
You'll never desalt the sea,
Oh innocent water child !
Stream,
rivulet
river... !
Raging Rats Rush & Race,
Rippling, Rustling & Restless.
Rooted Roger Rocks in Relief
Reckon Rats Rambled to Rill.
Ripples of Rivulet,
Rapsody of Raindrops,
Resounding Roar of Relief
Roger Rejoicing
riverlets form
'pon clear cut land....
rain lilies blossom
riverlet/s(n) a little river___according to Merriman Webster
rivulet/s (n) a small stream__according to Merriman Webster
Side of street, melting
A rivulet to a drain
Swallows the glitter
Of shiny light spread
Over where there are footsteps
And breath is humbled
By the gushing splash
Of the giant yellow white trucks
That sweep the debris
once up on a time
i lived here
standing on the same ant hill
years after
after a long time
still i smell the same flower
still i touch the same rivulet
still i feel the same love
thank you friends for being a part of me...
My fathers eyes are deep wells.
Byzantine, and full of old tears.
They plead with my across the echo of time.
With great hands he wipes away
A rivulet from his parched cheek,
And tells me, with the innocence of a child,
That he has been where I am.
Tears, they flow as giddy gushing streams,
and meddle with our facile sense of joy,
seamlessly they interface cod emotions,
whirlpool laughter smothers trite elation,
smirking bogus rivulet, weeping willow branch,
to that toxic ocean known as hollow mirth
Remembrance, you glance, glittering rise of
Rivulet moans. Voice cleared the chattering.
Body of bird brushing diurnal clouds.
Coming down and the stars to comfort you.
1-11-23, sponsored by: Line Gauthier
Bite Size Contest no59 Poetry Contest.
The sedate, marvelous morn.
It is incised into the wondrous ,
delighted,, greenish star ,
The sun is sowed in a melodic ,
amazing orchids.
An unceasing felicity fills
with an enriched, charming
run-let.
An exceptional, great gladness
flooding, the extraordinary
rivulet.
Locked in a flow sweet and gentle,
bubbling and warm it’s so calming.
Finding peace was accidental,
this rose quartz rivulet rolling.
Your prose with it’s edge cajoling
allowed my sensual side to rise.
A mere glance at this blush growing
is sure to melt those stone cold eyes.
I sat
upon a lonely hill
as the sound of rivulet and
breezes toned a bamboo string
perfectly with birds' songs
the sun
created mix-color of red_blue
and black_white over the horizon
as I, with a whiskey, sought all roses
but darling, nothing shines brighter
-Fiakfairok
Burst
Of sweet
Rivulet,
Bubbling towards
The water-mill, its wheel turns endlessly,
Churning a mellow constant melody
As I enjoy
The deep peace
Of red
Dawn.
25 September 2020
Placed 1
Picture 1
Double Tetractys 3 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
Mounting mass of land
mount of rocks, mountain laurels
let's get up on top.
A copious flow seems
flowing through the years, beware
rivulet it ends.
Rivers and Mountains
retain before it dwindles
let young ones rejoice.
>>Charmane Bellen<<
"Mountain-River"-an entry to Haiku Hodgepodge...Trio's Contest
When does the cyclone grow more shallow?
In the circling world, when does the fight become futile?
Your love is an ocean I only see now as a rivulet
Between the cracks of a sidewalk.
I'm there now with a cup, and the universe,
Which does not know me, and will not know me when I leave.
(*RIP Christopher Hitchens)
hues of rainbows
coloring the dark skies
of my forlorn soul
she is caressing my mind
cool breeze from the rivulet
of forbidden love
boundless possibilities
conditioned narrow vision
restriction of dreams
bliss woven into
the rhapsody
of a flute
life is a
marvellous adventure
wonder for fascination
we should live it up
aug 8 2016
8.19 am
Form:
A crow swallows a
biscuit piece
at window
Mops its mouth
with mango twigs
First sunlight
enters room
Sketching stripes
on your neck
Deep down inside
A four inches long plant
in a small glass pot
turning violet _ a rivulet
No I won't disturb the
sunlight crayons in delight
Rather let me bring out the
camera with small aperture
Talons perched over eyes ~ bedevilment
Red rose to cheek
Poor devil’s
blindfold
Dumb
lips
Searing
rivulet
Old Nick’s migraine
Rusting of love’s chariest memories
11/3/2020
Double Tetractys 5
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Image #2
*chariest - dear, treasured
**Old Nick - the devil
Howmanysyllables used
10, 4, 3, 2, 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 10
The sedate, marvelous morn
is planted in a placid, tranquil
carnation.
It is engraved on the sonorous,
blue star.
The sun is bedecked with soundless
enchanting course
Sunbeam is full of melodious,
mellifluent route . He has the only Scope ,
for boundless, unfailing love to all
It's exceptional elation fills us it with
unshakeable ,extraordinary rivulet
rivulet rippling
enriched by raindrop* crystals
radiates God's grace
*Deuteronomy 28:12 The LORD shall open unto thee his good treasure, the heaven to give the rain unto thy land in his season, and to bless all the work of thine hand…
January 19, 2022
1st place, "A STRAND (1068)" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 2/8/2022.
Aahh!... He Climbs Up Out The Pool
And Six Feet of Tiny Rivulet Jewels
And Gem-Droplets, Run and Sparkle on His Skin
Sunshine-Glitter and His Grin !... and then
… of course, He has to Dry
Yet, Breeze and My Eyes and Heartsong… Sigh
… at Such A Desirous Sight
The Man is… Watertight !
My Moon-Tide… and My – World-Wonder
Ha !... I Think, I’ll Push Him Back Under…
… He’s Watertight !
Another sleepless night,
I watch the snow fall.
Furious flurries in a heavenly jailbreak,
they pile up in the window corners anonymously.
One itinerant catches itself on the middle of the pane,
an unafraid renegade.
I lean closer to admire but its identity slides down the glass,
melted by my curious breath.
Joining others of a lesser fate,
they form a rivulet and fall to the frozen earth below.
A bad moon on the rise,
Grinning like sour cheese,
Drips a rivulet of blood,
A groovy facial scar;
On the canal rancid surface,
Blacker than a witches’ bowel,
It smiles back at itself,
Death reflected from afar.
Don’t look now, for
Something wicked comes,
Trailing rotten funeral wreaths,
Along the catacomb way;
And the bad moon surveys
The handiwork of conscience,
Turns the plastic red and slick,
Predicting venous spray.