Tributaries Poems - Poems about Tributaries

...I eased our kayak into the river of lies. There was me, Dave and Jim, experienced guys. The current grew stronger, Jim said he would quit, He said it felt wrong, the scene didn't fit. Dave urge......Read the rest...

... Damaging winds whip and slash, whirling wild, drenching rain, Roads decimated come to standstill, as gushing floods reign, Inundating swollen terrains, roiling deluge of a tenebrous day, As tree......Read the rest...

..."Forget injuries, never forget kindnesses" - Confucius With the flowing stream of my being, tributaries join Chrystal clear or coal like black, I embrace them all gladly. Each atom of my existe......Read the rest...

... Title 3/ Confluence Quote:  Forget injuries, never forget kindnesses. Confucius In the poetic story of my life, I hesitate and ponder 'don't be so obvious,' but whatever I am thinking......Read the rest...

... Take me there, where the daffodils dance, Preening with joy, flaunting nature’s art, Where birds have assembled to watch Sitting atop, prancing from tips of treetops, Tuning lyrics of cherry bl......Read the rest...

... I love love! I love how its boundaries are limitless. I love how it always has more lessons to teach. I love that no matter how much we love… inside our hearts…there is always more love within ......Read the rest...

... "Timeless trust, trapped in Selene's pendant, pulsates purity and faith across cosmic threads, when furry hues tiptoe, ......Read the rest...

... When heinous fangs of life drain the amethyst glow flowing above infected ripples of time, I question the chaos that claims serenity through saline serenade of sirens, composed ......Read the rest...

...Close up, the lines appeared as a road map for those seeking a route to their destination. Igneous paths cut into the Earth's surface, worn by centuries of wind, rain and asphalt. Or meandering......Read the rest...

...“What is this prison I’m in”, said the idea with unlimited potential? “How can I change the world while trapped inside of the mind of one man? In their language I’m called a thought. I am destined......Read the rest...

...Her persona is like a portrait of picturesque perfection, embalmed in bittersweet lavender, unseen within depths of tributaries of elixir. If only they knew the chaos that flows, ......Read the rest...

..."He who looks outside, dreams. He who looks inside, awakens." Carl Gustave Jung Be not manacled, bound or tightly tethered to a ......Read the rest...

...Smile, O spring, smile, upon crimson arc of morning Grinning through willows filtering golden sunbeams, Sparkling from eyes of dew, glinting realms pristine, Reveling through prairies, giggling te......Read the rest...

...The white antique porcelain bowl your mother gave us has blue veins that wander over its surface. Holding it up to the light I also see there are fine cracks here and there. Age has made it mo......Read the rest...

...My crimson scribbles; there is no meaning, there is no feeling, and there will be no healing, not today at least… Horizontal, never vertical for some reason. I cannot explain, though reasoning is ......Read the rest...