Poems About Rivers Seeking Honest Critique
#river
Poems about rivers seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
Ayu_Shi
Ayushi
Ayushi
Poem Published
29th Nov 2024 8:41pm
29th Nov 2024 8:41pm
Shifting Courses
The riverside was my home
and I went there every morning,
a secure feeling along the banks
so for more, I kept yearning.
Alas! It changed its course,
with it went the rocks and twigs,
my home was left just a house,
What now do I do with your gifts?
and I went there every morning,
a secure feeling along the banks
so for more, I kept yearning.
Alas! It changed its course,
with it went the rocks and twigs,
my home was left just a house,
What now do I do with your gifts?
#bittersweet
#despair
#MovingOn #river
#MovingOn #river
27 reads
0 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
28th Oct 2024 11:35pm
28th Oct 2024 11:35pm
Running The Devil
I took to the bayou road at dusk
With a lantern low and an iron trust
Through cypress roots and Spanish moss
Where the devil roams and souls get lost
O, I run, I run, through mud and shade
With blood on hands and debts unpaid
He’s stalkin' close, in dark so thick
With eyes like coals and fingers slick
They say he waits on southern lands
With silver tongue and burned-black hands
He calls my name like a mournful hymn
And draws me down where light grows dim
O, don’t look back, and don’t slow down
Don’t heed his...
With a lantern low and an iron trust
Through cypress roots and Spanish moss
Where the devil roams and souls get lost
O, I run, I run, through mud and shade
With blood on hands and debts unpaid
He’s stalkin' close, in dark so thick
With eyes like coals and fingers slick
They say he waits on southern lands
With silver tongue and burned-black hands
He calls my name like a mournful hymn
And draws me down where light grows dim
O, don’t look back, and don’t slow down
Don’t heed his...
#countryside
#dark
#devil
#rhyming
#river
69 reads
0 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
13th Oct 2024 4:21pm
13th Oct 2024 4:21pm
THE NEED FOR PEACE
As another day comes over the horizon and it is here were, I sit down by the river of crystals waters, hearing it flows so calming to my brain 🧠 waves, as it quiets the very temple of my thoughts. WITH the deepness of the sound of running waters, sounding in the backdrop of my mind and eyes, seeing with each ripping wave. TO remain me again how much of what I see affects, the deepness of my thoughts and insight and imagination and dreams. For sure it's here I think of the peace and tranquility and peace, that lets me be able to share my thoughts with me myself and I, with the forest...
#evolution
#forest
#nature
#river
#sun
101 reads
2 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
6th Oct 2024 7:26pm
6th Oct 2024 7:26pm
That's When I Found Out That Autumn Has Arrived
One day, I saw a
leaf that was colored brown in
the river floating to me.
leaf that was colored brown in
the river floating to me.
#dialogue
#fall
#fiction
#nature
#river
92 reads
0 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
6th Oct 2024 6:57pm
6th Oct 2024 6:57pm
Big Top Steam
A Big East Top Steam Whistle
The steam whistle goes off to sleep
No more coal left now we haul parcels and people places and then some
Want the steam whistle to echo through the valley
All I hear is a ghost whispering to me when I’m awake
So Kov bought it for scrap tryin to spin a buck
All he hears walking along great steel is
Ghostly voices coming from a steam engine from time before
They say here comes the Scrap Man
The butcher will tear us apart for profit
He says to them as long as I’m...
The steam whistle goes off to sleep
No more coal left now we haul parcels and people places and then some
Want the steam whistle to echo through the valley
All I hear is a ghost whispering to me when I’m awake
So Kov bought it for scrap tryin to spin a buck
All he hears walking along great steel is
Ghostly voices coming from a steam engine from time before
They say here comes the Scrap Man
The butcher will tear us apart for profit
He says to them as long as I’m...
#forest
#mountains
#nature
#river
#sky
68 reads
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drone
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2024 11:31am
2nd Oct 2024 11:31am
When It Moves
It is
One of thee worst
Fears
One can imagine
The Shock
The Terror
The Fear
When the Ground
Moves
Under our feet
Not stopping
Until everything
We've ever known
Has Gone
One of thee worst
Fears
One can imagine
The Shock
The Terror
The Fear
When the Ground
Moves
Under our feet
Not stopping
Until everything
We've ever known
Has Gone
#forest
#mountains
#nature
#river
#sea
80 reads
4 Comments
drone
Poem Published
20th Sep 2024 11:22am
20th Sep 2024 11:22am
The Island
On a dark desert seaway
Salt winds
In my hair
Not knowing where I'm going
Just travelling there
Up a head in the distance
Apearing in the air
An island
Of shimmering light
I never knew was there
My legs grew heavy
And my eyes grew tired
I was thinking to myself
I had to stop for the night
And there she stood on the water
When i heard the whispering vail
I was thinking to myself
This could be madness
Or this could be real
Then she lit up a...
Salt winds
In my hair
Not knowing where I'm going
Just travelling there
Up a head in the distance
Apearing in the air
An island
Of shimmering light
I never knew was there
My legs grew heavy
And my eyes grew tired
I was thinking to myself
I had to stop for the night
And there she stood on the water
When i heard the whispering vail
I was thinking to myself
This could be madness
Or this could be real
Then she lit up a...
#beach
#mountains
#nature
#river
#sea
107 reads
0 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
27th Aug 2024 3:46pm
27th Aug 2024 3:46pm
THE POISON TREE
It's me again the story teller of words ✍️ that will speak upon, of that what I see and hear and believe what is front of me. For as I sit here looking out of the 🪟 but yet I still can't believe, how much this world has been changed by what is happening now. For sure we are living in a place that was once, a place that you could breathe in the spring aura of the trees of life. Yet as I search near and far from away, from the negativity and drama and chaos. I feel silent tear rolls down, my face only to be cupped in my hands like drops of acid rain, like poison ivy is to...
#forest
#mountains
#nature
#river
#sky
86 reads
2 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
9th Aug 2024 11:59pm
9th Aug 2024 11:59pm
happy, as a child
fishing with a net
little thought that this was as
good as it would get
little thought that this was as
good as it would get
#river
122 reads
5 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
17th Jul 2024 1:12pm
17th Jul 2024 1:12pm
Dream unfolded
From that corner you can see the house
Anchored to the dogs in the sun (dormant)
As if the river no longer had teeth
Absorbed in his thoughts
Silent as barked birch trees
Still floating in a volatile stillness
Once the war is lost, we have to hold on to the air
Write the laws in washed stone
Repeat the litany of saints (dormant)
Treating everything like there is no tomorrow
Again and again, and once again
Leave the wings against the wall
Hear the wind pass and carry the feathers
Rhyming river with house...
Anchored to the dogs in the sun (dormant)
As if the river no longer had teeth
Absorbed in his thoughts
Silent as barked birch trees
Still floating in a volatile stillness
Once the war is lost, we have to hold on to the air
Write the laws in washed stone
Repeat the litany of saints (dormant)
Treating everything like there is no tomorrow
Again and again, and once again
Leave the wings against the wall
Hear the wind pass and carry the feathers
Rhyming river with house...
#fish
#home
#redemption
#river
#wind
93 reads
4 Comments
Seed
Poem Published
16th Jul 2024 1:46pm
16th Jul 2024 1:46pm
The Clotilda (A Day in the Swamp)
When the darkness of my night
provides no shelter from my storms,
I'll use my sunshine to spend a day in the swamp,
to wash my blues away clear to the ocean.
I'll make ripples in the water
on a borrowed boat
running the banks and
exploring the feeder creeks,
while turtles dive from their logs and
alligators smile as they slide into the murky water.
But you'll never see the Clotilda,
not even at low tide
I'll watch tiny orchids bloom,
talk to the cypress trees,
listen to...
provides no shelter from my storms,
I'll use my sunshine to spend a day in the swamp,
to wash my blues away clear to the ocean.
I'll make ripples in the water
on a borrowed boat
running the banks and
exploring the feeder creeks,
while turtles dive from their logs and
alligators smile as they slide into the murky water.
But you'll never see the Clotilda,
not even at low tide
I'll watch tiny orchids bloom,
talk to the cypress trees,
listen to...
#animals
#flowers
#nature
#river
#water
89 reads
2 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
28th Jun 2024 8:03am
28th Jun 2024 8:03am
wynd
We don't create a fantasy world to escape reality.
We create it to be able to stay.”—Lynda Barry
to keep my head about me,
i take the wynd
into the woods,
finding a place to shout, free
from nerve-ends tined
by ruffled moods.
beside the quiet river,
i rest my case
in solitude,
grasping hope like a sliver
soon to erase
tempers accrued
amidst the madding hurry
of life’s swift grind
and day’s vile curse.
sweet river drinks my worry
till unconfined,
my universe.
© Copyright...
We create it to be able to stay.”—Lynda Barry
to keep my head about me,
i take the wynd
into the woods,
finding a place to shout, free
from nerve-ends tined
by ruffled moods.
beside the quiet river,
i rest my case
in solitude,
grasping hope like a sliver
soon to erase
tempers accrued
amidst the madding hurry
of life’s swift grind
and day’s vile curse.
sweet river drinks my worry
till unconfined,
my universe.
© Copyright...
#loneliness
#meditation
#nature
#river
#SelfReflection
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