Poems About Rivers Seeking Honest Critique
#river
Poems about rivers seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
cabcool
Poem Published
13th Dec 2023 11:48pm
13th Dec 2023 11:48pm
train ride
cross-country journey on the tracks
[No. 8 from The Children’s Collection]
“Neither a wise man nor a brave man lies down on the tracks of
history to wait for the train of the future to run over him.”
—Dwight D. Eisenhower
♫chu-ku-tu-ku / tu-ku-tu-ku
chu-ku-tu-ku / tu-ku-tu-ku
chu-ku-tu-ku / tu-ku-tu-ku
chu-ku-tu-ku / tu-ku-tu-ku♫
round the mountainside the engine comes,
hi-hat cymbals lighting up the drums;
at the bog walk tunnel she dissolves;
at the latter end she re-evolves.
...
[No. 8 from The Children’s Collection]
“Neither a wise man nor a brave man lies down on the tracks of
history to wait for the train of the future to run over him.”
—Dwight D. Eisenhower
♫chu-ku-tu-ku / tu-ku-tu-ku
chu-ku-tu-ku / tu-ku-tu-ku
chu-ku-tu-ku / tu-ku-tu-ku
chu-ku-tu-ku / tu-ku-tu-ku♫
round the mountainside the engine comes,
hi-hat cymbals lighting up the drums;
at the bog walk tunnel she dissolves;
at the latter end she re-evolves.
...
#countryside
#river
#nature
#travel
#trains
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cabcool
Poem Published
5th Dec 2023 2:30am
5th Dec 2023 2:30am
journey
life as a notion seeking its ocean
“He who does not know his way to the sea should take a river for
his guide.”—Blaise Pascal
gentle river,
cheerful giver
of your life-sustaining ink,
let me with thee
take the journey
to thy oceanic rink.
in your nature
lies my future,
e'er persistent to your goal;
absolutely,
resolutely,
pressing on, you joyful soul!
still defending,
never bending,
...
“He who does not know his way to the sea should take a river for
his guide.”—Blaise Pascal
gentle river,
cheerful giver
of your life-sustaining ink,
let me with thee
take the journey
to thy oceanic rink.
in your nature
lies my future,
e'er persistent to your goal;
absolutely,
resolutely,
pressing on, you joyful soul!
still defending,
never bending,
...
#LifeStruggles
#river
#sea
#nature
#travel
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
29th Nov 2023 6:49am
29th Nov 2023 6:49am
Castor Canadensis
Pale beams on frost pale ground;
the rutting moon has come and gone
and then the Beaver moon hung around
to show the whitefish where to spawn
as she trailed the Pleiades
from early evening, through the night,
then down through all the leafless trees
to charm antipodean sight
by gibbose ostentation gloss
hued as gold as the Bifrost locks
of Hyperion and Helios
and the lumen lovely boondocks
of lodges that the beaver built...
with sticks and stones...and moonlit silt.
the rutting moon has come and gone
and then the Beaver moon hung around
to show the whitefish where to spawn
as she trailed the Pleiades
from early evening, through the night,
then down through all the leafless trees
to charm antipodean sight
by gibbose ostentation gloss
hued as gold as the Bifrost locks
of Hyperion and Helios
and the lumen lovely boondocks
of lodges that the beaver built...
with sticks and stones...and moonlit silt.
#countryside
#river
#sky #nature
#sky #nature
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5 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
17th Nov 2023 8:07pm
17th Nov 2023 8:07pm
country summer days
No. 5 from The Children’s Collection]
"Summertime. It was a song. It was a season. I wondered if that
season would ever live inside of me."—Benjamin Alire Sáenz
when city schools are closed,
and freedom recomposed,
i pack my bags and catch the country bus,
excited by the thought
that summertime has brought
elusive liberties so envious.
the bumpy country ride
on treacherous mountainside
is no deterrent to my thumping heart,
steel-anchored to my seat,
tethered by outstretched feet,
like luggage...
"Summertime. It was a song. It was a season. I wondered if that
season would ever live inside of me."—Benjamin Alire Sáenz
when city schools are closed,
and freedom recomposed,
i pack my bags and catch the country bus,
excited by the thought
that summertime has brought
elusive liberties so envious.
the bumpy country ride
on treacherous mountainside
is no deterrent to my thumping heart,
steel-anchored to my seat,
tethered by outstretched feet,
like luggage...
#countryside
#river
#summer
#holiday
#travel
222 reads
2 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
15th Nov 2023 7:37pm
15th Nov 2023 7:37pm
Don't You Want To Join Me In A Skinny Dip?
Nancy
stripped down and
got in
the water before
she saw Harry still
standing on the shore
with both
eyes staring
at her.
stripped down and
got in
the water before
she saw Harry still
standing on the shore
with both
eyes staring
at her.
#friendship
#river
#fiction
#art
#sensual
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cabcool
Poem Published
15th Nov 2023 2:57am
15th Nov 2023 2:57am
i saw myself in the river
a child in danger at the waters’ edge
No. 2 from The Children’s Collection
i saw myself in the river,
though scarcely could i swim;
my whole self started to quiver,
while stood i on the brim.
i danced about like a vapour
with hands and feet and eyes,
as floaty as human paper;
the waters were my skies.
at first, i loved the excitement:
it seemed that i could fly!
but when i saw the embankment,
i knew that i could die.
the trees and hilltops were seeming
to make me sail upstream;
how could i stand there...
No. 2 from The Children’s Collection
i saw myself in the river,
though scarcely could i swim;
my whole self started to quiver,
while stood i on the brim.
i danced about like a vapour
with hands and feet and eyes,
as floaty as human paper;
the waters were my skies.
at first, i loved the excitement:
it seemed that i could fly!
but when i saw the embankment,
i knew that i could die.
the trees and hilltops were seeming
to make me sail upstream;
how could i stand there...
#children
#river
#sky
#SelfReflection
#risk
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cabcool
Poem Published
31st Oct 2023 2:41am
31st Oct 2023 2:41am
drinking
I beg your pardon; I am drunk without a drink. English wine &
words are vulnerable to every man.”―Santosh Kalwar
sunshine drinks the morning dew,
as rivers drink fresh waters from the spring;
oceans drink hill-quickening brew
and thirst for more of what spate-rivers bring.
bleary men sip alcohol
on bar stools, floating on their...
words are vulnerable to every man.”―Santosh Kalwar
sunshine drinks the morning dew,
as rivers drink fresh waters from the spring;
oceans drink hill-quickening brew
and thirst for more of what spate-rivers bring.
bleary men sip alcohol
on bar stools, floating on their...
#romantic
#river
#sea
#alcohol
#FallingInLove
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cabcool
Poem Published
26th Oct 2023 6:57pm
26th Oct 2023 6:57pm
> > drowning
He was swimming in a sea of other people’s expectations.
Men had drowned in seas like that.”―Robert Jordan
he was a conquerer
of oceans and big lakes.
he had all that it takes:
titanic metaphor!
one day, when eve was red,
he swallowed half the lake—
more than his lungs could take.
the pool became his bed. ...
Men had drowned in seas like that.”―Robert Jordan
he was a conquerer
of oceans and big lakes.
he had all that it takes:
titanic metaphor!
one day, when eve was red,
he swallowed half the lake—
more than his lungs could take.
the pool became his bed. ...
#grief
#dark
#death
#river
#water
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
21st Oct 2023 3:11am
21st Oct 2023 3:11am
WHERE THERE IS PEACE
Do you know what it means to the mind and body and soul, to be able to elevate your inner voice as you speak, to the deepness of your being that inside is you the person from within 🤔 Do you know what it means when you lose, all touch of the illusions of the world 🌎 but YET you can't put your finger on it yet you know that, it's been there since the beginning of the time of your, birth into the world 🌍 FOR it is necessary for you to think and feel, and see 👁️👁️ the affects as the facts spread across and cross into through your thoughts....
#forest
#river
#mountains
#metaphor
#StreamOfConsciousness
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4 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
16th Oct 2023 2:42am
16th Oct 2023 2:42am
TO ESCAPE FAR AWAY
Let's examine something that can affect your thoughts and imagination, with a image and sounds of translating the process of your mind 🤫 For lets clear our thoughts and the sense of our well being, in a wonderful place of peace and tranquility with the sounds of clean clear water falling down from above 🤔 Now I want you to close your eyes and to think not like me, I just want you to think about a place that offers you. A sense of calmness.🤫 As it is reflecting and feeding on the mere, vibes that is illuminating positive ENERGY that is slowly. Entering and going through...
#river
#sky
#water
#nature
#mountains
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cabcool
Poem Published
27th Aug 2023 7:39am
27th Aug 2023 7:39am
time and the river
"Time is like a river. You cannot touch the same water twice, because
the flow that has passed will never pass again..." —Edith Besha
i.
i watch each second drift from me,
just as the river flows to sea:
i cannot hold it steadfast in my grasp.
the water clings not to the rock,
nor time recesses on the clock,
their present tense as fleeting as a gasp.
ii.
procrastination is the curse
that blots the human universe:
time dozes not, nor rivers take a nap.
the moment we...
the flow that has passed will never pass again..." —Edith Besha
i.
i watch each second drift from me,
just as the river flows to sea:
i cannot hold it steadfast in my grasp.
the water clings not to the rock,
nor time recesses on the clock,
their present tense as fleeting as a gasp.
ii.
procrastination is the curse
that blots the human universe:
time dozes not, nor rivers take a nap.
the moment we...
#river
#fate
#TruthOfLife
#LifeCycle
#MovingOn
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cabcool
Poem Published
22nd Aug 2023 5:49pm
22nd Aug 2023 5:49pm
new destinies
The world is full of banks and rivers running between them, of men and
women crossing bridges and fords, unaware of the consequences, not
looking back or beneath their feet, and with no loose change for
the boatman.”—Arturo Pérez-Reverte
and must i nest upon this riverbank,
where men’s declining bones have staled and stank?
how shall i of death’s stifling stench be free,
if i should guzzle at the place he drank?
and if i slumber in this riverbed,
shall i not by his endless flow be fed,
of carcasses washed down to foul the...
women crossing bridges and fords, unaware of the consequences, not
looking back or beneath their feet, and with no loose change for
the boatman.”—Arturo Pérez-Reverte
and must i nest upon this riverbank,
where men’s declining bones have staled and stank?
how shall i of death’s stifling stench be free,
if i should guzzle at the place he drank?
and if i slumber in this riverbed,
shall i not by his endless flow be fed,
of carcasses washed down to foul the...
#river
#fate
#LifeGoals
#SelfDiscovery
#healing
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