Silt Up Poems - Poems about Silt Up

...The corn has ripened. With it is the wizened laughter of a Mirthless age, showing ashy teeth Of dappled cowries. A flavescence so bantered by the courage Of wilting bloom! Sadly, sea waves tr......

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...The river moves but never dies, It carries all it cannot keep. Beneath its glass, the silence lies, A cradle where the old dreams sleep. I watch it wind through stone and silt, A silver ribbon......

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...A confluence formed by the little creeks Like serpentine, it takes myriad twirls Leaping down as cascade from the high peaks Reaches the barren plains as rolling pearls Flows with mesmerizing v......

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...Painting with words The ash in the wood burner is still warm white and esoteric an unborn dream a sin to shovel into a sink bucket when it looks holy and ought to be strewn upon the tranquil sea......

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... The river holds within it a channel for bygone moments, as if all that was will be its movement into tomorrow. Below the darkest sheen an ancient starlight glows, and there, long drowned g......

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... Silt collects at the outreaches of an ancient, murky marsh. Twisted tendrils of white oleander form archaic symbols. Deviant rituals, cocooned and lost eons ago, lie awash— Taken to th......

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... I can hear it crawl towards me In the infinite moving dark Claw turns to slither Echoes without placement Each sound closer than the last My heavy breath giving voice Breath cool on my face......

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...O’ my dearest love, I gather the world’s rarest petals for you— Ghost Orchid fragrance lingers in the marsh’s quiet air look, love, it fades then rises in th......

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...I saw ten ships departing north, From out the grand Canal. They each were armed with cannons four, With mighty rationale. Atop them flew my country's flag, A phoenix white in pride, It struck a......

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...“The future may see the exhaust of mines dug deep into Earth’s core. But, the soil has to keep producing food for the ever growing Earth’s population.” - quote by A.A.Jarilov, Soil-Scientist ------......

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...You dig because that's your job. You sink your hands in the mud and you spend time with the human ribs in the dirt. That time has washed away. You dig because you have to Because the professor to......

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... On spewing wave, our departing ride Crazed currents crack, an azure slide Freedom mingles in sea foam seethe Cobra throat coast gulps river relieve Estuary entry rest......

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...I woke up one June, and I was ill. The treatment was long and hard until I saw the sun through my window sill. This morning, now, in May, I'm grateful for today. A crash while I was cruisin......

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...Like cherry blossoms in the spring the leaves of autumn loosely cling upon the drab, dark brownish bark creating contrasts, stunning, stark. As autumn leaves descend in droves upon the earth ......

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...Words are born and some change, adapt, some wilt; Norse drips into French seeps into English, hidden treasures under silt. Blendings swirl meanings and semantics shift our daily use; once uttered ......

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