Streambed Poems - Poems about Streambed

...Though at first terrifying, no denying: dancing on a wheel makes it feel like I am flying. An aside, for what it’s worth: unbridled mirth turns disenchanted supplanted by crashing to earth......

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... I get a little bolder getting older since my unravel, voice travels to my Beholder. Rough and tumble, rolls along, but you’re not wrong if you are shrinking, not thinking lyrics ......

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...On the edge of silence beyond the mossy-muffled stone wall a wind chime chants — faint, like falling sparkles of stars— honeyed musings of a wind spirit on the move from west to east a bridge of......

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... Two guys, wannabe poets decided to compose a unique poem jointly; both agreed terms of writing conjointly with rhymes and syllables as per guidance. Thought each will write one l......

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...When our eyes first met, in an evening's glow of twilight the moon was rising, the world disappeared I saw only you we enjoyed a calm gentle merriment as love's breath crossed the unmeasurable di......

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...When our eyes first met, in an evening's glow of twilight the moon was rising, the world disappeared I saw only you we enjoyed a calm merriment as love's breath crossed the unmeasurable distance ......

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...Born of snow on Berkshire Mountain, winter’s beauty lies a sleeping. Snow on snow in layers piling Kept in place by nature’s freezer When the voice of springtime whispers, days are longer, ai......

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...Salve by Michael R. Burch for the victims and survivors of 9-11 The world is unsalvageable ... but as we lie here in bed stricken to the heart by love despite war’s flickering images, ......

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...Poems about Poems VI The Board by Michael R. Burch Accessible rhyme is never good. The penalty is understood? soft titters from dark board rooms where the businessmen paste on their hair a......

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...Life is a river and I am a stone, Doomed to wander where the water roams. Sometimes through rapids and sometimes in calm, The streambed may dry and leave me alone. Life is a river and I am a st......

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...I cannot say how we'd have met nor if we'd meet at all that day except that in the creeping gray of fall we'd speak of our regrets. I cannot say upon first glance what sable shadows would betray......

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...I loved those trees, limbs draped in plump wild grapes, bursting with flavor on my tongue, while juice stained my fingers. Tall cottonwoods shadowed the creek where we splashed—Sis, brot......

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...As I wave goodbye and walk away the kisses and cuddles from my loved ones still fresh in my mind I set my sights on what will be my new daily grind. To Afghanistan I flew to fight for my country, I......

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...Children frockling Sunshine, blue gums, Billabong Crocodile lurking. Billabong: A streambed filled with water only in the rainy season......

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...Green moss over stone Tumbling in shy sunlight Following the ghost For "Solace in Nature" contest......

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