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Jay M Apr 2020
There's something so simple
Yet so utterly complex
In the use of words

They flow out like rivers
Rough and in bursts at first
Then they calm down,
Smooth into fluid speech
With much less fear of being misunderstood
Yet, maybe so
Now more than ever
Fear that our words are misinterpreted
That our rivers have been secretly redirected
Pooling elsewhere in small amounts

- Jay M
April 22nd, 2020
Just thinking about words, and how they can be interpreted in so many different ways with context. Rather interesting, once you get to thinking about it.
Bhill Mar 2020
suddenly, and with incredible momentum, times changed
evidence of the past was soon to be forgotten
oceans evolved into landmass
rivers flowed uphill creating waterupfalls
mountains eroded in reverse gaining magnitude and significance
Toilet paper turned into sand
what is the reason
will this paradox ever be solved
it happened, can it reverse back
oh wait, that's what a paradox is

Brian Hill - 2020 # 77
Will it?
Anisah Mar 2020
The thing about the river,
is it takes away your pain,
absorbing all yout tragedies
and locking them far away.

I've got black holes in my memories
from where the river rushed.
Left behind all I find
is a minefield drenched in dust.

The thing about the river,
is it gives you memories new,
fills up with a distraction
to stop you falling through.

Because millions of fragments
are enough to peice together
a distorted crystalisation
of a time when things were better.

Yes the thing about the river,
is it's not a simple fete.
It takes your childhood in hands
and plasters it complete.

- Anisah Mariah
The river of childhood - protecting your mind from all those who could harm you, including your own memories.
Brian Johnson Feb 2020
Forward this recluse to the front lines of society a pen is his only weapon karma is the only escape. Wielding it in blinded fear a new wilderness lies before him. I feel gift for I am this a weapon against self. I choose in reason karma hide when need me karma I fasten this pain to finger you crawl out exposing my true self tearing flesh from bone creating a portal to see, to be. I will fight on the inside **** I will cry and lie to myself judging you for you for me. I will throw glass throat this Glass House and expect nothing to break, blending you when it does. In introverted crown my masks impenetrable karma my God heavily-armed poised for attack when you blink throwing questions at question. Tears stain my cheek as you walk by. I use my weapon when I'm alone karma I sit with myself nice off couch what a comfortable Stone karma Caesar's grass bring oceanic scented insights into an oil stained mill City. I'm asking myself questions taking notes and watching. I bask in the bountiful harvest of knowledge display before before us all each and every day weather it's the body floating down the canal the soft Moon blooming Jasmine in the springing months my eyes water yeah my flow is uncontrolled.
It is all about exposure without exposing anything
D Feb 2020
words barely flow, the rivers of my mind are dry
my heart has too many emotions all vying to die
on a page in my notebook, or as code on your screens
but the drought is severe so they stay put in my dreams
this was a different poem with the same title but I didn't like it so it'll live in my head instead. what even are words, structure who? ugh.
Aneesh H Jan 2020
Be like the Ocean - majestic, serene, resilient;
Accepting all, rejecting none.

Calm, Vast, Ageless, Timeless, Guileless:
Unto that source where all rivers become One.
The majesty and calm of the ocean has had a humbling effect on me,  each time I witnessed the ocean.  

It is said that the ocean is the true source of all rivers.  All major human settlements right from Egyptian, Indus Valley Civilization were borne on river banks. Thus,  rivers have sustained humanity since forever.

The source of all rivers,  it is said by the learned, in reality,  is the ocean: the ocean might also be their destination.  

I dream of a day when our hearts become as large as that of the ocean,  free of discrimination and deceit,  full of acceptance with no exception.
Sean Achilleos Jan 2020
For God is the ocean
And we are the rivers
And all rivers run to the ocean
No matter how far

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Colm Jan 2020
Don't wake me darling
I have no worry once here
Where rushing life finds
Every flowing finger free
And contented rivers be
"Don't wake me from this dream, please"

I wanted this seventh verse to be a personal one. And it is, a visual representation of how I perceive being at peace with your own mind. With learning how to let thoughts pass you by, without care or concern. Be in the river, up to your waist,  and be free of thought or fear complete.

Sunday Seven (or S7) is a series of tanka verses (57577) which I completed one cloudy Sunday afternoon. With topics ranging from the faithfulness of dawn to the depths if the ocean home, I hope you enjoy reading them and can appreciate the height and depth of this variety.
Colm Dec 2019
Close your eyes
Stand in the river
Let all of the waters whip past you by
Though you be made of similar materials found
You are no less running
Ever moreso alive
Than the current to be found around
Let the waters pass you by
This is how I, an introvert, need to be around people. More willing to flow without being swept away.

Let the waters pass you by
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