Stream Poems - Poems about Stream

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Minor signs of anxiety Sunk in the glass of lemon water In the panic of the present time Life flows in a calm stream Along the damp walls of low storey buildings My boat floats to nowhere Under the arches of old bridges Voices distorted by echoes ring out What they say, what they are silent about Is unimportant for I can't hear I float...

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long tree limbs stretching over gurgling brook flowing minnows are dashing I sit on the bank observing nature’s beauty a calming moment ...

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Another morning, Stormy gray lies, Verification code 062480, Method of payment, Onerous office, Forgotten, Depressed/suppressed, Collision warning! Erring & errands, Shopping for sanity, Trembling triad, Solo sunset, Revised & deleted, 140,000+ miles, 275 poems, Life, films, anti-humans, Usually hard, Orange King, If Jefferson became Burr, 2mm, DVR the clubhouse, Geeks inherit the earth, Sales + senior, Emailing Miock, Texting mockery, Dust, dirt, remote work, Deported to Mars, Arriving dead, Appointment, agencies, locations, Unremarkably dressed, Will do, Barely alive @ 5:15 AM, Squealing grocery cart, Monday...

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When angels took my love in dawn's white light, I wallowed in the wake of fate gone wrong; too weak to fight my demons in the night, too numb to know the gift that was her song. Like brittle leaves left dying in a field I longed to rise on autumn's gusty breeze. Without the...

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I stand alone in natures beauty, in the woods by a trickling stream. I feel the presence of my destiny, as a repetitive eternal dream. I hear the gurgling of water, as it follows its chosen way, No worries of tomorrow, as it just flows towards the bay. My mind says, relax you’re never alone, the beauty of nature is all around. A fallen...

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long tree limbs stretching over gurgling brook flowing minnows are dashing I sit on the bank observing nature’s beauty a calming moment ...

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I woke up this morning from a dream. On the coffee table, I saw a magazine - my father's Field and Stream, and I remembered how he wanted to take me to a place he went with his own father in an earlier time and space, to nature's rugged, wild Elysian fields, where boys and men could bond, like a...

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"Fantasy ~ Imagination Are Twins. Having a fun time playing together in our dreams." By Poet As I look into last night's "Dream," I see a "Visualization" downstream. I see a huge bear and cubs dressed in lace of red and cream, that is a crazy color scheme. Is my "Imagination" going up in steam? The bears looked...

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crying isnt enough the fire that burns within is hot and heavy salty tears cannot fix this. venom laces with my blood and my veins are on fire. the dangerous stream that falls down my face isn't from sadness... my blood boils my fists clench i scream. tears aren't always sad. they're happy, they're excited, theyre humorous. they're fake..? and yet mine are livid tears are deceiving. shapeshifting and yet...

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Gust Slow wind Tortoise walks Never reaching Owls howl, night falls Shells protect but kill too Roots deep, not brittle Wildfire burns within me River flows without future Yet it keeps on moving, flowing Yet it keeps on moving, flowing Raindrops fall knowing fate Still they come, soft and fierce Foxes mark the night’s edge Silent, cold and waiting Life and death entwined Hope flickers on Wind and fire Fight on Alive...

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on the surface, the waters are like glass, reflecting the rhythms of a promise, a prayer, a praise felt by the heart who breathes in her peace ~ by poet gently flowing across polished stones waters reflecting the silence of June her rolling sprays stir me in my bones as she sways beneath a blue moon on the surface, she...

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In spring, love crept like a timid stream among the early buds of my soul, I remember your eyes like the azure sky, enchanting me with every glance, an old and new spell, On a country road we walked, hand in hand, treading on the whispers of the earth awakened from slumber, Then we kissed under the budding...

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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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