Short Tributaries Poems
Short Tributaries Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Tributaries by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Tributaries by length and keyword.
I love when shadow splits
and bitter silhouetted
form gangs of better self
intangible tangles
and breaths of star
become the tributaries
of Bit
frost
The space in reality
where i once dwelt
Categories:
tributaries, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Proverb...
“All religion is like the tributaries of a river
they ultimately flow into the ocean
similarly truth comes under different names
but the end result is always the same”.
- Ravi Sathasivam
Categories:
tributaries, philosophy
Form:
I do not know?
Patsiliga overflowed, nine inches of rain so I'm told
Those wonderful showers coming down
Filling the ponds and all around
Needing rainfall everyday
So the creeks and other tributaries
Is a reservoir for the spirit
Categories:
tributaries, allegory, nature
Form:
I do not know?
My own proverb......
“All religion is like the tributaries of a river, they ultimately flow into the ocean, similarly truth comes under different names but the end result is always the same”.
- Ravi Sathasivam
Categories:
tributaries, philosophy,
Form:
Haiku
Playful pony promenade
Quietly quizzing querulous quail
Respite regulated regimented rabbits
Studiously steering sterling striped starlings
Tricking trinkets, trunks and tributaries
Undervalued, underdeveloped, and underdone
Categories:
tributaries, 10th grade, 4th grade, 5th grade, 6th
Form:
ABC
Verbal
irrigation
streams
that rush and flow
Tributaries
far and wide
messages
in tow
Watering
the wasteland
Arid lulls
retreat
Freeing what
the silence hides
and reticence
— defeats
(Dreamsleep: April, 2025)
Categories:
tributaries, spoken word, words,
Form:
Rhyme
Life is for the living
giving it our best
and sometimes less is
better: a mouthful, a
tree not fell, an extra
wife/husband
but hearts should give
their all, never doubting
tributaries of love
though often ponds on earth
are oceans up above
Categories:
tributaries, christian, faith, humorous, love, meaningful, truth, wisdom,
Form:
Free verse
Tributaries of thought become rivers
which run deep...and slowly;
rapid...and passionately,
until their confluence becomes
one infinitely miscible flow
--dynamic, yet less mercurial,
because their width and depth
are too immense to easily
dilute
Categories:
tributaries, life,
Form:
Free verse
Ancient river, passing song
always here forever gone
rippled by flirtatious winds
disappearing round its bends.
Crooked fingers drawing lines
tributaries, twisted tines
counting coup on drum roll stones
ancient rivers heading home.
John G. Lawless
©7/6/2022
Categories:
tributaries, life, metaphor,
Form:
Rhyme
There's a river winding gently through the pastures on the flats,
collecting tributaries of little creeks that the lower ground attracts.
'Tis the river that the angler seeks - the stream where pools run deep and slow.
I net the crayfish just for fun and there I let them go.
Categories:
tributaries, fishing, nature,
Form:
Verse
I'm going with the chi inside of me. I'm humming to the sound of the gong. I'm saying good bye to anxiety and emotions that don't belong..Let the tributaries flow and set me free. They've been there all along. I'm listening to my blood as it speaks to me, it's writing a brand new song.
Categories:
tributaries, 1st grade,
Form:
Light Verse
Tunnel vision.
Superficial image
Of an acquired mental sickness.
Breath constricted.
Face pale, eyes bulge.
Tears of blood
Form a river and its tributaries.
Writing my own obituary.
Pen on paper, ink on snow
Snowy fields, melted bones.
Thinking fast, moving slow.
Growing old.
Categories:
tributaries, allusion, anxiety, deep,
Form:
Rhyme
Streams of colour
In constant motion
showing shades of beauty hidden
Powered by the wind
As it caresses the river of scent
Gently, softly, lovingly
And moves through the rows
Never stopping, always moving
Following the wind
Lavender tributaries
in a Sensual scented sea of colour
Never ending.
Categories:
tributaries, america, appreciation, beautiful, farm, nature, perspective, senses,
Form:
Free verse
For years, I never realized that poetry could
be so vibrant and filled with so much life.
Like the Amazon, or the Mississippi, or
the Nile, poetry ever flows from a mighty
source, and like a river accepting many
tributaries, she provides life and
restoration to everything in her path.
Poetry. If she is in you, let her flow.
060523PS
Categories:
tributaries, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Everyone you see is the main character of their own story
With their own plots and supporting casts
Friends are just people with overlapping narratives
That's why train cars are fascinating to me
The entangling of so many narrative threads
So many people that i'll never see again
We are a series of rivers
Thousands of tributaries flowing and converging
For a single shining moment
Categories:
tributaries, humanity, places,
Form:
Free verse
Near the belching
condensate tanks
off the interchange,
slinks a mammal
with abnormal need
to find a blind
with water to drink
and flapping fish to eat
instead of concrete.
He sheds a scowl
under the amber glow
of buzzing sodium lamps
until veins gather force
like throbbing tributaries
that course from a source
pure in flexing purpose;
despite how we deprive
he drives to survive.
Categories:
tributaries, allegory, satire
Form:
Free verse
Sweeping into the lowlands
The river ran effortlessly
As the snow melted away
Running in a rage of glory
A quest set forth
To feed the valley of life sustained
From the cold despair
Each snowflake melting away
Forming a river of love
From tributaries and veins
A gift to reveal
A wonderous dream
Life giving water
Had formed a beautiful lake
[]
The peopke rejoiced sustained for another day
Categories:
tributaries, nature, river, snow, spring, voyage, water, winter,
Form:
Free verse
It flows around
without much sound
to fill us whole
in rich glory,
our soft story:
I shall extol.
We split apart
right at the start,
I ignore why.
My trap gets set
when I forget
your glowing eye.
Lilting words danced
when we both chanced
to allow hopes
within our plot
tied in a knot
perched on tipped slopes.
Distant goodbyes
always disguise
the tears and fears
that must arise
at love’s demise
woe reappears.
Categories:
tributaries, lost love, love
Form:
Rhyme
The familiar rhythm of the drums,
The beauty of the dance,
The haunting chants
Are still whispered by the wind.
The `aina breathes and shares
`Ohana with her guests
That come by ship, by plane;
So unaware they walk with Gods.
Ancestry clings o'er the ages
To few left with pure blood.
Songs related to growing
Generations hold fast
The Aloha spirit. . .and as
A river separates into tributaries
The mixing of blood flows in
Many directions, exalting new life.
Categories:
tributaries, life, places
Form:
Free verse
Prism turned
as another memory refracted
against forgetfulness.
Motes caught in the cross fire
of synapses,
[collateral damage]
and like the sightless,
depression is read
in those delta lines
of arid tributaries,
cascading from salted pools.
Contentment or inevitability
are caught between a sigh,
where tumbleweed disguises
any tracks left behind;
I need no spooks to follow,
all my demons are an audience
watching a monologue mimed,
as my tube of life
tapers.
Categories:
tributaries, depression, life, loss, sad
Form:
Free verse
Tuned Ebony Shades of Ecstasy
Here we are—
black as the night;
sable souls singing songs
of Nubian love—slow dancing
on opaque rhythmic nimbus clouds.
Unshackled melodies of generations
flow from charcoal tributaries
slowly undulating—streaming
between ebony sheen banks.
Estuaries of ecstasy splash joyously
into the wetness
of the dark hued sea of our love.
Tuned and harmonized
in the abyss of relief,
fading moans moor themselves:
waiting the coming of the next tide.
Categories:
tributaries, analogy, beautiful, emotions, imagery, love, metaphor, romantic,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Tuned Ebony Shades of Ecstasy
Here we are—
black as the night;
sable souls singing songs
of Nubian love—slow dancing
on opaque rhythmic nimbus clouds.
Unshackle melodies of generations
flow from charcoal tributaries
slowly undulating—
streaming between ebony sheen banks.
Estuaries of ecstasy splash
joyously into the wetness
of the dark hued sea of our love.
Tuned and harmonized
in the abyss of relief,
fading moans moor themselves;
waiting the coming of the next tide.
Categories:
tributaries, analogy, black african american, dance, love, metaphor,
Form:
Prose Poetry