River Poems
#river
River poems, poetry about rivers, lakes, streams, canals and brooks. Poems about the waterways which lead to the sea, including the nature and wildlife found in and around rivers and lakes. Also, poems about small river boats, fishing and the beauty of the countryside and the waterfront.
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
24th Oct 2020 7:06pm
24th Oct 2020 7:06pm
Niddling thee Nittles
d i t h e r blither
dither
whither h a th be'gone them
h o l y heads?
blither hither dither again
(hey ) fiddle'fiddle the cat's
the cat's
the cat's gotta diddle
on his (hey ) middley middle little fiddle.
Bo
Diddley bi tt les ...
dither
whither h a th be'gone them
h o l y heads?
blither hither dither again
(hey ) fiddle'fiddle the cat's
the cat's
the cat's gotta diddle
on his (hey ) middley middle little fiddle.
Bo
Diddley bi tt les ...
#grief
#river
#flowers
#animals
#nature
47 reads
7 Comments
Ammo_Night
Ammo
Ammo
Poem Published
30th Sep 2020 1:58pm
30th Sep 2020 1:58pm
Beside the River
I was sat at the bottom of the sea
Thinking about you and me
And the times we spent beside the river
Thinking about you and me
And the times we spent beside the river
#love
#river
48 reads
unspoken_varibles
Poem Published
28th Sep 2020 00:05am
28th Sep 2020 00:05am
Acupuncture
my heart’s been dropped
one too many times between
floorboards where pearls
were cultivated in soil and
barbs vines
moments which taught me to
look away, relentlessly
mindfully origami’ed.
quietly lost, I wonder off
path into unordain
territory
I think of father, how stars
would fall out of the sky as he
would orbit empty bottles
with no real courage only
liquid psychosis bittering his
inner divinity
he kept vocals and affection
hidden as though they were ...
one too many times between
floorboards where pearls
were cultivated in soil and
barbs vines
moments which taught me to
look away, relentlessly
mindfully origami’ed.
quietly lost, I wonder off
path into unordain
territory
I think of father, how stars
would fall out of the sky as he
would orbit empty bottles
with no real courage only
liquid psychosis bittering his
inner divinity
he kept vocals and affection
hidden as though they were ...
#love
#depression
#LifeStruggles
#river
#nostalgia
140 reads
6 Comments
SatInUGal
Kumar
Kumar
Poem Published
27th Sep 2020 5:20am
27th Sep 2020 5:20am
FLOW
You are the river
I dip my oars into
~Deceptively placid~
Your rapids
Reward me
I dip my oars into
~Deceptively placid~
Your rapids
Reward me
#river
103 reads
6 Comments
Monstrositat
Poem Published
21st Sep 2020 3:58pm
21st Sep 2020 3:58pm
What's In My Backpocket?
I got 2 trowels in my back pocket
My back pocket, my back pocket
I got 2 trowels in my back pocket, and I don't know when to quit
I got 2 scoops of oyster crackers in my back pocket
My back pocket, my back pocket
I got 2 scoops of oyster crackers in my back pocket, and I don't know when to quit
I got a piece of salami in my back pocket
My back pocket, my back pocket
I got a piece of salami in my back pocket, and I don't know when to quit
I'm going down to the river and giving them fish a piece of my mind
Or maybe a little...
My back pocket, my back pocket
I got 2 trowels in my back pocket, and I don't know when to quit
I got 2 scoops of oyster crackers in my back pocket
My back pocket, my back pocket
I got 2 scoops of oyster crackers in my back pocket, and I don't know when to quit
I got a piece of salami in my back pocket
My back pocket, my back pocket
I got a piece of salami in my back pocket, and I don't know when to quit
I'm going down to the river and giving them fish a piece of my mind
Or maybe a little...
#river
#music
#lyrics
#fish
#tragedy
53 reads
1 Comment
NewBeginnings
Poem Published
8th Sep 2020 2:28am
8th Sep 2020 2:28am
The River Gorge
With the roar of a mighty lion
Ripping through her ebon bone,
You can hear the river cryin’
From great gorges etched in stone.
The scars upon her surface,
Carved by waters running red;
Through her scarlet epidermis,
By the mighty riverbed.
As harsh weather and erosion
Transform the rock back into sand;
With the sound of an explosion
By which many fishes swam.
Churning into motion, dust
From the rusty-colored land;
Returning to the ocean cusp,
From which it once began.
Ripping through her ebon bone,
You can hear the river cryin’
From great gorges etched in stone.
The scars upon her surface,
Carved by waters running red;
Through her scarlet epidermis,
By the mighty riverbed.
As harsh weather and erosion
Transform the rock back into sand;
With the sound of an explosion
By which many fishes swam.
Churning into motion, dust
From the rusty-colored land;
Returning to the ocean cusp,
From which it once began.
#river
#water
#lion
#nature
#fish
169 reads
25 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
1st Sep 2020 7:16am
1st Sep 2020 7:16am
on the banks of the rio grande
A river that feeds a village is better than an ocean
that merely decorates an island.” ―Matshona Dhliwayo
that’s where the local barefoot boys
unearth fresh worms for bait
as fishermen, midst egret noise,
wait for the river’s spate
to trickle to a steady flow
before they toss torn nets
at chances—they suppose—below
might change vile epithets.
that’s where the bursting nets offload
the burden of their catch
as pent-up agonies explode
beneath the village watch.
fleet, broad-hipped vendors de-compose ...
that merely decorates an island.” ―Matshona Dhliwayo
that’s where the local barefoot boys
unearth fresh worms for bait
as fishermen, midst egret noise,
wait for the river’s spate
to trickle to a steady flow
before they toss torn nets
at chances—they suppose—below
might change vile epithets.
that’s where the bursting nets offload
the burden of their catch
as pent-up agonies explode
beneath the village watch.
fleet, broad-hipped vendors de-compose ...
#countryside
#river
#water
#nature
#fish
76 reads
4 Comments
nikkimoe
Poem Published
18th Aug 2020 2:16am
18th Aug 2020 2:16am
It All Depends On How High You are
Having wandered around aimlessly
with no real direction
I find myself insulted by people
with goals.
Like how in the hell do some
have that luxury?
No future plans except to get through
today. Fuck. Depressing.
Survive or die.
Dying to survive.
Surviving while dying.
Time is linear so I just go.
Time is nonlinear so I go slow.
The Past, the future, the now.
Delusional for believing in the illusion
that time exists in the first place.
Moments....
with no real direction
I find myself insulted by people
with goals.
Like how in the hell do some
have that luxury?
No future plans except to get through
today. Fuck. Depressing.
Survive or die.
Dying to survive.
Surviving while dying.
Time is linear so I just go.
Time is nonlinear so I go slow.
The Past, the future, the now.
Delusional for believing in the illusion
that time exists in the first place.
Moments....
#river
#StreamOfConsciousness
111 reads
7 Comments
rowantree
Rowan E.
Rowan E.
Poem Published
18th Jul 2020 7:38pm
18th Jul 2020 7:38pm
!!!: Rivers
Suddenly,
being needed is heaven,
and heaven is right here and now
in the Texas hills
by the Guadalupe
with little ones to look after
even when they are pure ruckus
and the day is too hot and still.
The sweat comes
and flows, a flood to fill
the driest emptiness.
There's a river
dripping down my back
and shaking me by the shoulders -
carving my heart
into something smoother,
older,
snaking under shirt,
winding over breast
leaving goose-pimpled ...
being needed is heaven,
and heaven is right here and now
in the Texas hills
by the Guadalupe
with little ones to look after
even when they are pure ruckus
and the day is too hot and still.
The sweat comes
and flows, a flood to fill
the driest emptiness.
There's a river
dripping down my back
and shaking me by the shoulders -
carving my heart
into something smoother,
older,
snaking under shirt,
winding over breast
leaving goose-pimpled ...
#happiness
#river
85 reads
3 Comments
BlueBeastGirl
Poem Published
6th Jul 2020 6:07pm
6th Jul 2020 6:07pm
Acid Dreams
My dreams are eroding my sense of self
Who am I? Where do I go from here?
I dream of a life that was mine, but not mine
It was my soul, but definitely not my body
And there was your soul, but not your body
Swimming in colors, tie dye galaxies
Swirling and embracing me tightly
Your hands, no... Their hands?
Are souls what make us... Us?
If it isn't why am I dreaming of a life
Where we had different bodies, different paths then this one
Where we loved against all the odds
Lava lamp summer, wine made in tubs
Trees all around,...
Who am I? Where do I go from here?
I dream of a life that was mine, but not mine
It was my soul, but definitely not my body
And there was your soul, but not your body
Swimming in colors, tie dye galaxies
Swirling and embracing me tightly
Your hands, no... Their hands?
Are souls what make us... Us?
If it isn't why am I dreaming of a life
Where we had different bodies, different paths then this one
Where we loved against all the odds
Lava lamp summer, wine made in tubs
Trees all around,...
#ILoveYou
#river
#rebirth
#magic
#curse
210 reads
2 Comments
FATBOY300PLUS
Poem Published
2nd Jun 2020 5:40pm
2nd Jun 2020 5:40pm
Only When the Rain Falls on Your Head
To the ears of the unhearing
Screams go unheard
Unnoticed
Like a whisper in a whirlwind
Only when the tornado removes the roof of the pampered and privileged
And only as torrents fall upon and tarnish a closet full of Armani's finest
and rain ruins that $400 hairdo
Will those who look away
Finally look at what was happening all around them all along
As the water rises higher inside the walls of a now roofless bowl that was once an impenetrable fortress
We,
who have learned to swim the raging rivers,
shall see if that...
Screams go unheard
Unnoticed
Like a whisper in a whirlwind
Only when the tornado removes the roof of the pampered and privileged
And only as torrents fall upon and tarnish a closet full of Armani's finest
and rain ruins that $400 hairdo
Will those who look away
Finally look at what was happening all around them all along
As the water rises higher inside the walls of a now roofless bowl that was once an impenetrable fortress
We,
who have learned to swim the raging rivers,
shall see if that...
#river
#tragedy
125 reads
3 Comments
SatInUGal
Kumar
Kumar
Poem Published
24th May 2020 8:53pm
24th May 2020 8:53pm
ALL RIVERS FLOW
Ocean is calling
Pulling itself out of me
Thru glazed, awestruck eyes
Pulling itself out of me
Thru glazed, awestruck eyes
#river
#sea
#senryu #emotional
#senryu #emotional
87 reads
8 Comments
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