Streamlet Poems - Poems about Streamlet

... Gentle is the touch of breeze that makes its way Through during the evening in these hot days. I sit in a web chair under the big oak's gaze, Listening to the mockingbirds sing; giving prais......Read More

...Standing up on this polished stone as A bard once upon a time In the utopian monarchy of my lonely thought Sharping up the plight for its prime. As an apostate of vice On the face of the last di......Read More

... A streamlet falls into a lake as mist do the cherry blossoms make.......Read More

...The Mill wheel wouldn't turn until the Spring. Covered in ice from the frigid Winter freeze, no production until the ivory dove does sing. The town wondered what nature would bring, so no on......Read More

...The reverie carries a renown reflection, like a flowing streamlet with torrents of the tributary holding onto its memoirs. Pebbles surface the shore like a lover encompassing the tides of......Read More

...I must have been three or may be four, when Karen took me to the candy store. My awesome older sister was she, she’s was everything I wanted to be. Her fun and silly ways I did adore......Read More

...One night returning home from the marketplace Street lights suddenly gone. I could see the road rolling in the headlight of my car. After driving for some time I reached a place By the side ......Read More

...MY LOVE, it was never your touch that sent my soul on fire, the way you ignited my passion without ration to acquire. Nor the way you gently tuck my silky hair behind my ear, re......Read More

...the winter snow has drifted, each flake reminds me of you- through memories I have sifted, and I thought I'd be uplifted, but my yellow skies turned to blue, for my heart cannot unlove you.......Read More

... They could hear the mighty felines Running in a line behind them Han and Kwona and the children  Knew that they were being herded   These great sabre-tooth cat hunters Were the rulers of the ......Read More

... Good job you are doing Not all of us appreciate that Not all things are pleasant,but We tired to praising you We tired to hearing your prevarication promises We tired to espying your unskill......Read More

... Oh! African child, the temple A redient beauty of nature Thou are the cradle capital Of humanity and creatures The founder of patriarchal Oh! African child, The coy the toy of the wife Be......Read More

...Closed my eyes Walked a step And I leaped across a streamlet The beginning of my vagabond chapter I brought my bag And honestly, I didn't look back Not even once "Don't look back, don't l......Read More

...Elaelana- A Nymph In the Forest Inspired by Charles Amable Lenoir's painting, "A Nymph In the Forest" Pronunciation: Elaelana; Eh-lee-LAY-nuh, Naphesai; Nah-feh-SIGH, Mylesia; My-lee-SEE-uh......Read More

...With utmost impassioned heartfelt clasp He drew her to him with hot grasp Dipped and consumed yet cheeks aflame Rapid streamlet of fire found way Blazed hearts knew ......Read More