Stream Poems - Poems about Stream

The sinking beauty of the spreading spectrum of sadness I revel as the cinnabar sunset takes away my departing day. The joy of twilight time the last rays of drowning dusk unravel in the pensive painting of the listless life in disarray. In the darkest of nights the stars shine in the satin sky bright, silver dust disperses sequined...

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Thoughts whisper tales of what has been, In tenses old, a faded scene. To pierce that veil, a conscious plea, Drop mind's chatter, and simply be. Let senses bloom, a vibrant hue, The world unfolds, forever new. Embrace the touch, the scent, the sound, Where present moments can be found. And as they rise, both sharp and sweet, The pang of pain, the pleasure's...

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Opa John The caboose sits red—its iron spine cradles the earth like Atlas rails stretching into nowhere. The stream murmurs softly its voice threading through Ellie’s laughter like silver wire "Do you see it?" I ask her my voice a splintered cello "The train, Ellie—the one that carries us westward past the edge of the world where Cronus grinds his teeth and...

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GHOST, RIVER, SHIVER, MASTICATE, COLD, POMPOUS The cold wind swirled the mist all along the bank, The ferryman held onto the boat, whilst the gentleman walked across the narrow plank, The man looked quite pompous as he chewed upon his pipe, He was large and looked like a cow masticating on fresh grass, I hope the man doesn’t develop...

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My poems, are not like mighty rivers... They do not overflow into long verses and wild poems... They are smaller streams that come together to go to the poetic Sea... My poetry is minimal like a stream that does not flood literature, ...

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Tides Billow The boats quake Her sailors scream Davy Jones' Locker Opened its grisly maws Who can hope for salvation? When the devils of the whale-road Cast down wretched tendrils of demise, Damning poor souls to their watery grave 'Lord!' They cry, 'Have mercy!' 'Deliver us' 'From this thunderstorm!' As mighty sails tumble And the cargo lose their worth 'Til the howling finally ceased The harpy's screech now a siren's hymn Drawing the vessels...

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On his way to the stream Leaves fluttered and dance with the breeze His flops screaming crisps sound Like it was being forced to step on dry leaves Naked except for a short and the abundant grieves Lying inside his empty bony stomach He got there slowly running out of believe Crouched on the sand and whispered all His deepest grievances, tears honouring...

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I'm in a dream, Peeing into a stream, A snake peeped out, Some on its snout. A frog close nearby, Came out to pry, It got some too, From me it withdrew. I found it funny, The way a bunny, Growled near a tree, Far from my pee. Then I woke up, I rushed to cleanup Another bedwetting today again. Dry night in vain....

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Life, like a rhyme, will unravel on its own time Badgering life is an invitation to exhaustion living on the other hand is the rarest of rhymes living is a leaf shaped violin-life is the stream the melody from this union is the grace of God the reflecting pool at journeys end-a mirror of mercy...

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A stream of love flows from her tender touch, The Queen of Charm, who means so very much. Her figure calls me to a dream divine, In her gaze, I lose myself, I’m thine. Puella’s kiss, a sweet and endless spell, In her embrace, I find my heaven’s well....

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Scooter in hand and not quite picking up my heels through the smulchy (not a word) leaves I'm just thinking about a room of my own (an actual one, although the book I have unfinished next to my bed) I'm happy imagining choosing some intensely patterned yet pleasing on the eye armchair (don't tell the algorithms) and...

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Even though it was a stolen kiss You have the most kissable lips Soft and receptive And I’m easily verklempt And though it was only once All these years this kiss I’ve kept Kept in memory one frozen Yet an ethereal moment we shared By the stream Ichorous a letter Read again and again in a dream It’s the best kiss I have ever had On...

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words stream out of me unbidden, unheeded, uninvited as if they are spewing out of a defective faucet flinging themselves into the ether, some lost, others dancing and singing they have no trouble flicking onto a computer page or a notebook. They need nothing from me except my fingers. As their puppet, I watch amazed wondering how they use my hands without permission. Do these words...

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In the stream of consciousness, I get lost among thoughts, a traveler through dreams, Seeking the brilliance, like a guiding star in the infinite night. I imagine a world where light reigns, banishing the heavy shadows, A world where every soul radiates, like a star in the vast cosmos, Every day would be a new dawn, full of hope...

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