Least Read Poems About Rivers
#river
Least read poems about rivers. Find an undiscovered masterpiece in the DU Poetry least read poems.
Brooking
It is the perfect way
to spend the day
regardless of which side
you are on
Hiking further upstream
pursuing this bucolic dream
in the balm of a March afternoon
wearing the tingly warmth
On my bare shoulder
no longer feeling older
as my feet amble along
the ever stony path
No need to do the math
balance the books
dodge the dirty looks
of the littered city streets
As each deep breath completes
me
as I follow the course
back to the very source
to spend the day
regardless of which side
you are on
Hiking further upstream
pursuing this bucolic dream
in the balm of a March afternoon
wearing the tingly warmth
On my bare shoulder
no longer feeling older
as my feet amble along
the ever stony path
No need to do the math
balance the books
dodge the dirty looks
of the littered city streets
As each deep breath completes
me
as I follow the course
back to the very source
#forest
#river
#spring
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Yukon
Only the deep river knows
where it finally flows
the path it will take
cutting through the wild
The mineral rich stream
is bursting at the seam
grey as the clouds
but far less ambiguous
Carrying me along
like an old forgotten song
I can only hum
since I forgot the words
Walking the driftwood beach
I try again to reach
the true summit of my life
a vista yet unclimbed
A discovery still unfound
upon some sacred ground
where I may finally tread
go beyond where...
where it finally flows
the path it will take
cutting through the wild
The mineral rich stream
is bursting at the seam
grey as the clouds
but far less ambiguous
Carrying me along
like an old forgotten song
I can only hum
since I forgot the words
Walking the driftwood beach
I try again to reach
the true summit of my life
a vista yet unclimbed
A discovery still unfound
upon some sacred ground
where I may finally tread
go beyond where...
#river
#nature
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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River
No life is as long as a river" ~ Ada Limon
I have spent my whole life
pursuing deep dreams
following relentless streams
that always flow uphill
Never truly satisfied
with a life left denied
by everyone else
by my very self
Still tracing the source
drifting on a course
seemingly set by others
not of my own design
Riding this inner chill
fighting this battle of will
of me versus
myself
As I gather my strength
let life flow to its length
know that...
I have spent my whole life
pursuing deep dreams
following relentless streams
that always flow uphill
Never truly satisfied
with a life left denied
by everyone else
by my very self
Still tracing the source
drifting on a course
seemingly set by others
not of my own design
Riding this inner chill
fighting this battle of will
of me versus
myself
As I gather my strength
let life flow to its length
know that...
#river
#nature
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
#SelfDiscovery
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4 Comments
Brooks
They softly keep their secrets deep
speak in the language of babble
just to confuse the rabble
while they simply go with the flow
Composing each new poem
on the white bubbly foam
with each feeling felt
on a shivery icy melt
While I feel the first splash
beneath the ever shady ash
speak in the language of babble
just to confuse the rabble
while they simply go with the flow
Composing each new poem
on the white bubbly foam
with each feeling felt
on a shivery icy melt
While I feel the first splash
beneath the ever shady ash
#river
#winter
#nature
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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9 Comments
influences
there no more refrains
of names
like Place of Circling Waters
where the swallows frenzy
during this curious
slit of
blush
swarms swerve
clamor chaos
at least
to me and sensible
...
of names
like Place of Circling Waters
where the swallows frenzy
during this curious
slit of
blush
swarms swerve
clamor chaos
at least
to me and sensible
...
#river
#nature
#peace
#evolution
#meditation
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8 Comments
Gunpowder River
All of the Gunpowder is so wet
flooded
after so much rain
turbid in its brown-grey way.
she glides along so stealthy
in her loud orangey yellow kayak
bright as the sunrise about to ascend.
The cattails bend left, then right
in their damp deference.
All the while the blue heron does smile
knowing she was the first
to spot this poem.
flooded
after so much rain
turbid in its brown-grey way.
she glides along so stealthy
in her loud orangey yellow kayak
bright as the sunrise about to ascend.
The cattails bend left, then right
in their damp deference.
All the while the blue heron does smile
knowing she was the first
to spot this poem.
#beauty
#river
#birds
#water
#nature
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13 Comments
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