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.
missjem56
Poem Published
9th Apr 2021 4:03pm
9th Apr 2021 4:03pm
The River Aruns' Dragon
The Yellow, and Black Club-Tailed Dragonfly
Hovers above the Trespasser, nee Ptolemys' Trisantonis
Flirting briefly with the fast flowing river
Then quick as a streak of lightning
Flutters off, to linger above the reed-beds
As it pirouettes daintily upon the breeze
Its' reflective vibrancy, silhouetted on the Wetlands
With the appearance, from a short distance
An ethereal fancy, of a fluttering fairy
Or an obscure looking Wasp, or Hornet
Natures way, a sense of curious attraction
Supplying a Dragon, over the River Arun
Equipped with...
Hovers above the Trespasser, nee Ptolemys' Trisantonis
Flirting briefly with the fast flowing river
Then quick as a streak of lightning
Flutters off, to linger above the reed-beds
As it pirouettes daintily upon the breeze
Its' reflective vibrancy, silhouetted on the Wetlands
With the appearance, from a short distance
An ethereal fancy, of a fluttering fairy
Or an obscure looking Wasp, or Hornet
Natures way, a sense of curious attraction
Supplying a Dragon, over the River Arun
Equipped with...
#river
#nature
#dragons
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missjem56
Poem Published
8th Apr 2021 9:28pm
8th Apr 2021 9:28pm
The Dark Midnight Lights
Along the River Rother
Torch-lights search the muddy banks
Seeking out, the lost, and lonely
After a small boat had been sank
Sadly shattering, those living
As young childhood was taken
A parents one moment of carelessness
Thinking it safe, but were sadly mistaken
The cruel undercurrents, by Rye Harbour
Had stolen some more victims to enslave
The lifeboat on this occasion, unsuccessful
As three young children, were swept away to their grave
circa early 1970's
by Jemia
Torch-lights search the muddy banks
Seeking out, the lost, and lonely
After a small boat had been sank
Sadly shattering, those living
As young childhood was taken
A parents one moment of carelessness
Thinking it safe, but were sadly mistaken
The cruel undercurrents, by Rye Harbour
Had stolen some more victims to enslave
The lifeboat on this occasion, unsuccessful
As three young children, were swept away to their grave
circa early 1970's
by Jemia
#children
#river
#tragedy
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PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
7th Apr 2021 10:05pm
7th Apr 2021 10:05pm
The Land Called Africa
Oh Lord, I want to go back where I’m from before my hair turns grey
Every day I think of my beautiful homeland that lies far away from here
I miss the foggy mountains, the wide rivers, and the sunny fields
My heart preserves the memories of the peaceful days of long ago
And someday I’ll return to the place of my origin, the land called Africa
Every day I think of my beautiful homeland that lies far away from here
I miss the foggy mountains, the wide rivers, and the sunny fields
My heart preserves the memories of the peaceful days of long ago
And someday I’ll return to the place of my origin, the land called Africa
#Africa
#river
#mountains #memories
#mountains #memories
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silent_sound
Poem Published
6th Apr 2021 9:09am
6th Apr 2021 9:09am
..site..
Witches in threes?
Stunned eyes on a glowing tree?
A beacon of light on the darkest night?
What do your eyes see?
Stunned eyes on a glowing tree?
A beacon of light on the darkest night?
What do your eyes see?
#dark
#relationships
#river #NewYear
#river #NewYear
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1 Comment
missjem56
Poem Published
4th Apr 2021 6:07pm
4th Apr 2021 6:07pm
The River Arun, West Sussex
Flowing by the wetlands of Arundel
Overlooked by a castle up on high
Ptolemy first called it the Trisantonis
Is the River Arun running by
Also known as the Trespasser
A Southern Celtic Brythonic interpretation of the word
An indication of its tendency to flood
For centuries, this has been observed
Part of the Arun, was rumoured to be called the Arnus
Brythonic for run, go, or flow
And that Arundel may mean Arno-Dell
Or where the Dell of the flowing river did go
Remains of Iron-Age forts
To Roman ruins, signs of...
Overlooked by a castle up on high
Ptolemy first called it the Trisantonis
Is the River Arun running by
Also known as the Trespasser
A Southern Celtic Brythonic interpretation of the word
An indication of its tendency to flood
For centuries, this has been observed
Part of the Arun, was rumoured to be called the Arnus
Brythonic for run, go, or flow
And that Arundel may mean Arno-Dell
Or where the Dell of the flowing river did go
Remains of Iron-Age forts
To Roman ruins, signs of...
#river
#water
#nature #historical
#nature #historical
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missjem56
Poem Published
1st Apr 2021 11:25pm
1st Apr 2021 11:25pm
Water Babies
Mother ocean
Her veins stretch inwards
As her life blood
Leaks into rivulets
Of rivers
They are her water babies
by Jemia
Her veins stretch inwards
As her life blood
Leaks into rivulets
Of rivers
They are her water babies
by Jemia
#river
#water
#nature
17 reads
2 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
1st Apr 2021 10:57pm
1st Apr 2021 10:57pm
The Incredible Bore!
The River Trent, of the Humber
Usually at slumber
Had a bore
At it's core
Where it would rise
To all and sundry's surprise
From it's tranquil repose
The tidal current rose
Whils't in the Wheelhouse
Sat i, like a frightened mouse
As on the radar screen
A six foot river monster, was to be seen
The ship rose to a new height
As my fear, turned to fright
Yet within moments, it was gone
As the river returned to it's normal calm
by Jemia
Usually at slumber
Had a bore
At it's core
Where it would rise
To all and sundry's surprise
From it's tranquil repose
The tidal current rose
Whils't in the Wheelhouse
Sat i, like a frightened mouse
As on the radar screen
A six foot river monster, was to be seen
The ship rose to a new height
As my fear, turned to fright
Yet within moments, it was gone
As the river returned to it's normal calm
by Jemia
#river
#nature
#fear
18 reads
1 Comment
Pishashee
Poem Published
26th Mar 2021 5:28am
26th Mar 2021 5:28am
The Zen Master
The watermeadow said,
"I cannot explain to you
how I do this",
as the flowers came forth,
and their time there
was spent playing and laughing.
"I cannot explain to you
how I do this",
as the flowers came forth,
and their time there
was spent playing and laughing.
#countryside
#earth
#river
#spring
#nature
53 reads
3 Comments
Pishashee
Poem Published
23rd Mar 2021 2:20pm
23rd Mar 2021 2:20pm
The Friend in Morning
When I come outside I see the morning,
the birds are singing, sorrily
— there is a train rolling
through the East bottoms,
Since four o'clock,
the rooster across the alley,
he's been up and crowing,
The wind chimes I can hear,
Marmaton around the corner
playing his banjo from the balcony,
He stands for, Friend, come here.
I was named after a river,
and the grey clouds rolling in, you can see,
is where the promised rain is kept.
I've lived a long and far journey,
Friend, listen to...
the birds are singing, sorrily
— there is a train rolling
through the East bottoms,
Since four o'clock,
the rooster across the alley,
he's been up and crowing,
The wind chimes I can hear,
Marmaton around the corner
playing his banjo from the balcony,
He stands for, Friend, come here.
I was named after a river,
and the grey clouds rolling in, you can see,
is where the promised rain is kept.
I've lived a long and far journey,
Friend, listen to...
#river
#clouds
#spring
#nature
#dawn
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1 Comment
BeginningPoet
James B.P.
James B.P.
Poem Published
24th Feb 2021 1:18am
24th Feb 2021 1:18am
Lazy River -
lazy river
running through
fertile grounds,
tasting the dust
and carrying
moments of truth
to their birth,
to their death,
feel that
glorious life
like blood trembling
from each
passing wound,
running down hill.
running through
fertile grounds,
tasting the dust
and carrying
moments of truth
to their birth,
to their death,
feel that
glorious life
like blood trembling
from each
passing wound,
running down hill.
#strength
#birth
#death
#river
#nature
47 reads
14 Comments
SatInUGal
Kumar
Kumar
Poem Published
16th Feb 2021 6:33am
16th Feb 2021 6:33am
2/15/21
Rivers of silver
And shadow
Flow down
To the floor
And take root
INDIGENOUS HAIR
And shadow
Flow down
To the floor
And take root
INDIGENOUS HAIR
#beauty
#river
#shadows
49 reads
4 Comments
SatInUGal
Kumar
Kumar
Poem Published
13th Feb 2021 6:27pm
13th Feb 2021 6:27pm
BEING IN IT
The moment you become
The object for the flow
To move around
Doesn’t have to be bad
The willow dips her branches
In the river and you grab on
Hover at the liminal edge
Hear the sound of being in it
The object for the flow
To move around
Doesn’t have to be bad
The willow dips her branches
In the river and you grab on
Hover at the liminal edge
Hear the sound of being in it
#trees
#river
#nature #spiritual
#nature #spiritual
59 reads
9 Comments
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