Streamlet Poems - Poems about Streamlet

... Is it the cinders of hope? Is it the life which wheezes unfailingly? Is it the enduring ,crimso......Read the rest...

... The Hidden Nature Trail While I was hiking one soft summer morn beside a streamlet flowing through a dale, I found a narrow nestled path unworn which led me to a hidden nature t......Read the rest...

...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 praise. ......Read the rest...

...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 the rest...

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

...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 the rest...

...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 the rest...

...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 the rest...

...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 the rest...

...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 the rest...

...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 the rest...

...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 fo......Read the rest...

...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 unskillful ......Read the rest...

...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 Beau......Read the rest...

...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 the rest...