Poems About: RIVER
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- carpe diem
Down in the water
By the edge of the river
where I ponder my life
just how did I get to this read more »DEEP DARK SOUL POET
The river’s a wanderer, a nomad, a tramp.
He doesn't choose any one place to set up his camp.
The river’s a winder, through valley and hill. read more »Luke Rylands
231.by the river -new-
By The River.
At the estuary of the Amazons the water is muddy and shallow and
there are no undercover bosses, pretending to be one of the people
who live in houses on stilts on the small islands where the river read more »oskar hansen
232.The Chattahoochee River
The Chattahoochee River is muddy and deep,
Rolls restless in her bed, and never sleeps.
She churns, whirls, and sometimes creeps,
But the Chattahoochee River never sleeps. read more »Willie Wilburn Walker
There is a River in your head
it flows until you are dead
It brings little thoughtful fishes read more »J.W. Frogg
Cry me a river,
The downpour of oceans,
The glittering waters,
Silent bleeding of your eyes. read more »venessa ambrose
235.The Story Of A River!
That empty river was filled with water,
Running water never stagnant to collect litter,
Clean and clear to see the treasures stored,
Heavy pebbles, the quick fish on the soften rocks, read more »veeraiyah subbulakshmi
236.Shadow Of The River
As I look around under the shady trees breezy atop the river
Even as the shadows of the tree are seen in it like a mirrror
My curious nature got more of me as i ask myself where is the shadow of the river?
Why does it create shadow for other nature like itself and keep its own shadow hidden? read more »yewande adedokun
The River's a wanderer,
A nomad, a tramp,
He doesn't choose one place
To set up his camp. read more »Farah Syazwani
238.The River that is no more
Decades three and half gone by
The last flood of the river that is no more I recall
Till then the river called NEVA if not perennial
Flowed calmly eight to ten months every year read more »Somanathan Iyer
One mile down the drunken river
I lost my mind in her midday yellow haze.
Residues of the river-wind-kiss lingered saline on my face
Wild sun on the wild river scathed my skin copper read more »Pradip Chattopadhyay
240.Nudging Her To Proceed
Rivers glow for two weeks overboard the stems
Rivers down from her neck are gracing us with their
Effluvious ribbon: read more »Robert Rorabeck