Poems About Rivers Seeking Honest Critique
#river
Poems about rivers seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
2nd Jun 2021 11:04pm
2nd Jun 2021 11:04pm
streams of self consciousness
the woods know they're
looking at their best just now
I watched a weeping willow
taking a bow
looking at their best just now
I watched a weeping willow
taking a bow
#trees
#river
306 reads
0 Comments
BlueBeastGirl
Beasty
Beasty
Poem Published
8th May 2021 3:21am
8th May 2021 3:21am
Bones in the swamp
Water the color of old, pooled blood
Slowly moving forward in watery seconds
Small plants waving their tendrils
In ghostly, ever so slow movements
So many lazy fat insects hovering
Their effervescent silvery wings
Winking the weak, cold sunlight
Glum looking frogs with bubble gum tongues
Snatching them straight out of the air
Their fellow insects move apart from the space
As if they created a slow moving bead curtain
Alligator eyes peer up and out of the water
The blood of ancients flow in their veins
Lazily swimming casually...
Slowly moving forward in watery seconds
Small plants waving their tendrils
In ghostly, ever so slow movements
So many lazy fat insects hovering
Their effervescent silvery wings
Winking the weak, cold sunlight
Glum looking frogs with bubble gum tongues
Snatching them straight out of the air
Their fellow insects move apart from the space
As if they created a slow moving bead curtain
Alligator eyes peer up and out of the water
The blood of ancients flow in their veins
Lazily swimming casually...
#river
#flowers
#animals
#nature
#peace
376 reads
7 Comments
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
407 reads
0 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
378 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
328 reads
9 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
31st Jan 2021 7:53am
31st Jan 2021 7:53am
The Path of Least Resistance
I thought it sounded a little crazy
But his theory could go the distance
When he claimed that water is lazy
It takes the path of least resistance.
And when it comes to an impasse
It will try to find a new course,
But given enough volume and mass
It can become a destructive force.
But his theory could go the distance
When he claimed that water is lazy
It takes the path of least resistance.
And when it comes to an impasse
It will try to find a new course,
But given enough volume and mass
It can become a destructive force.
#river
#water
#nature
#fate
#patience
472 reads
11 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
12th Dec 2020 10:21am
12th Dec 2020 10:21am
Strambalastized (and) Contentious Bonery
bring forth the brittle, ill'fitting
skin that once graced
this old'broke
skele'tone.
Listen, hear, the music tapped on
the ribbings,
the hollow'conk on the bone-dome,
thwacked upon
with pair'd femur-stix /
A melodic percussage indeed /
Came from way-way out there,
just to be (way'way) in here,
playing these bedamned, hungry bones,
and picking pockets for (your)
(in)CredlibleCards and...
skin that once graced
this old'broke
skele'tone.
Listen, hear, the music tapped on
the ribbings,
the hollow'conk on the bone-dome,
thwacked upon
with pair'd femur-stix /
A melodic percussage indeed /
Came from way-way out there,
just to be (way'way) in here,
playing these bedamned, hungry bones,
and picking pockets for (your)
(in)CredlibleCards and...
#death
#river
#shame
#pagan
#morality
400 reads
2 Comments
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
428 reads
7 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
499 reads
6 Comments
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
680 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
429 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
431 reads
8 Comments
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