Poems About Rivers Seeking Friendly Advice
#river
Poems about rivers seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
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 ...
#depression
#LifeStruggles
#river
#nostalgia
#love
531 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
357 reads
1 Comment
jmm7
kill me now
kill me now
Poem Published
22nd May 2020 9:54pm
22nd May 2020 9:54pm
ledge of liquescence
tendrils of thought take
me down cataracts as I
rest in entropy
me down cataracts as I
rest in entropy
#river
#water
#nature #SelfReflection
#nature #SelfReflection
415 reads
4 Comments
Graham
Poem Published
10th May 2020 11:42pm
10th May 2020 11:42pm
Tigris and Euphrates
My mind falls upon the timeless Tigris.
From her mountain source she flows,
Along her path written in the sands of destiny.
Passing the forgotten cities of Babylon,
No heed is paid by her endless meander.
Vaguely she flows through time,
Sweeping with her the secrets of the City of Wisdom.
The ghosts of Umayyads and Abbassids drink from her still.
Her sapphire sister, the maiden Euphrates,
Keeps course along her own destined way.
The gem of Sumer,
Gilgamesh himself still bows his head to her fate.
From silks and gold,
She...
From her mountain source she flows,
Along her path written in the sands of destiny.
Passing the forgotten cities of Babylon,
No heed is paid by her endless meander.
Vaguely she flows through time,
Sweeping with her the secrets of the City of Wisdom.
The ghosts of Umayyads and Abbassids drink from her still.
Her sapphire sister, the maiden Euphrates,
Keeps course along her own destined way.
The gem of Sumer,
Gilgamesh himself still bows his head to her fate.
From silks and gold,
She...
#river
#fate
#historical
447 reads
1 Comment
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
20th Oct 2019 3:58am
20th Oct 2019 3:58am
Just Once (Living River Of Hell)
The trouble with being a woman, Skeezix,
is being a little girl in the first place'
'If this is Hell, then Hell could not be much,
neither as special or as ugly as I was told.'
-Anne Sexton
I am diagnosed dragging on a Camel,
staring at the river, full of all the selves
of detachmemt from my actual one.
They used to be me as one self when I was
fused into the wall of my mother,
before I came here to this bridge.
I am deranging like the splitting haloes
of car headlights...
is being a little girl in the first place'
'If this is Hell, then Hell could not be much,
neither as special or as ugly as I was told.'
-Anne Sexton
I am diagnosed dragging on a Camel,
staring at the river, full of all the selves
of detachmemt from my actual one.
They used to be me as one self when I was
fused into the wall of my mother,
before I came here to this bridge.
I am deranging like the splitting haloes
of car headlights...
#dark
#death
#river
#memories
#AnneSexton
878 reads
19 Comments
Born_to_be_alive
Poem Published
19th Oct 2019 6:54pm
19th Oct 2019 6:54pm
Float Away
my Soul is filled with such pain and sorrow.... All I want to do is float away in the River and never to return to this Life....
#relationships
#LifeStruggles
#river
#water
#TimeHeals
469 reads
1 Comment
Aptsky
Poem Published
30th Jun 2019 8:30pm
30th Jun 2019 8:30pm
Fountains
Escaping to nature's silence
Everflowing fountains surround me
In it I find
Gushing rhythms
Of water being recycled in and out of spouts
The churning of the waters
Cool and long steady flow of tides
Smothering the waters course
Smoothing out the receeding of the waves
Everflowing fountains surround me
In it I find
Gushing rhythms
Of water being recycled in and out of spouts
The churning of the waters
Cool and long steady flow of tides
Smothering the waters course
Smoothing out the receeding of the waves
#river
#nature
432 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
23rd May 2019 3:51am
23rd May 2019 3:51am
Arc of a Romance
Arc of a Romance
My hands grip the wheel with religious fervor. The morning miles take my beloved and I deeper into the land of enchantment where mesas rise like tables upon which our feast of beauty is to begin.
Marsha takes her window down and leans her head into the wind making her hair scatter in the breeze. She smiles as we veer off the main stretch onto the back roads. Our junket takes us through ancient Spanish towns. In Mora, a group of men pushes a car across the road and us onlookers gaze in wonder on our pause. The jalopy yields to their strength as...
My hands grip the wheel with religious fervor. The morning miles take my beloved and I deeper into the land of enchantment where mesas rise like tables upon which our feast of beauty is to begin.
Marsha takes her window down and leans her head into the wind making her hair scatter in the breeze. She smiles as we veer off the main stretch onto the back roads. Our junket takes us through ancient Spanish towns. In Mora, a group of men pushes a car across the road and us onlookers gaze in wonder on our pause. The jalopy yields to their strength as...
#romantic
#river
#mountains #snow
#mountains #snow
580 reads
8 Comments
bcpoet
Lawrence
Lawrence
Poem Published
6th May 2019 5:04am
6th May 2019 5:04am
a river of light
a river of light
a waterfall
gleaming and glistening
splashing on all
washing away
all that is left
from when we broke down
from feeling bereft
a river of light
cleansing what seems
to have led us astray
with unpleasant dreams
a river of light
whose cascading beams
capture and carry
by magical means
a river of light
sent from above
to here down below
by the power of love
a river of light
a waterfall
gleaming and glistening
splashing on all
a waterfall
gleaming and glistening
splashing on all
washing away
all that is left
from when we broke down
from feeling bereft
a river of light
cleansing what seems
to have led us astray
with unpleasant dreams
a river of light
whose cascading beams
capture and carry
by magical means
a river of light
sent from above
to here down below
by the power of love
a river of light
a waterfall
gleaming and glistening
splashing on all
#river
654 reads
7 Comments
AspergerPoet56
Poem Published
4th May 2019 2:11pm
4th May 2019 2:11pm
Bonded Forever
This flow of emotions
This river of love
Moves through mountains
Cuts through the landscape of loneliness
To join with the ocean
To give everything it has to that sea
It was an unconditional thought
To reach those vast waters
Tasting eternity in each ebb and flow
Knowing now its unbreakable
That's how it is with my feelings
For I am the river
You are that ocean I struggled to reach
Now like the river and the sea
We have bonded forever
My soul pouring into your being
It was pure instinct
It was in...
This river of love
Moves through mountains
Cuts through the landscape of loneliness
To join with the ocean
To give everything it has to that sea
It was an unconditional thought
To reach those vast waters
Tasting eternity in each ebb and flow
Knowing now its unbreakable
That's how it is with my feelings
For I am the river
You are that ocean I struggled to reach
Now like the river and the sea
We have bonded forever
My soul pouring into your being
It was pure instinct
It was in...
#love
#river
#sea #lover
#sea #lover
1275 reads
13 Comments
MantriMarku
Mantri Marku
Mantri Marku
Poem Published
15th Jan 2019 3:04am
15th Jan 2019 3:04am
LOVELY NATURE
LOVELY NATURE
Feel happy at the natural sites
Pleasantness comes in life
Feel happy at river-flow site
One's ideas flow like water flow //
By
Mantri Pragada Markandeyulu
(Mantri Marku)
Feel happy at the natural sites
Pleasantness comes in life
Feel happy at river-flow site
One's ideas flow like water flow //
By
Mantri Pragada Markandeyulu
(Mantri Marku)
#beauty
#river
#water #nature
#water #nature
508 reads
1 Comment
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
11th Jan 2019 3:13pm
11th Jan 2019 3:13pm
Nature, She Thought I Was Sleeping
Birds do.
Least they never took back seeds.
She skirts branches,
tenderly arranging
(work the earth with full pockets)
around me as I slept.
Thoughts fell between stars
before morning light rose.
Tree kingdoms (who heard),
thought at times, by
grappling darkness into
something breathing fire,
Doom had vanished.
But nothing among all their
Small, dark insects
remembered her
dozen perfect white...
Least they never took back seeds.
She skirts branches,
tenderly arranging
(work the earth with full pockets)
around me as I slept.
Thoughts fell between stars
before morning light rose.
Tree kingdoms (who heard),
thought at times, by
grappling darkness into
something breathing fire,
Doom had vanished.
But nothing among all their
Small, dark insects
remembered her
dozen perfect white...
#forest
#river
#night
#nature
#MaryOliver
930 reads
34 Comments
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