Long Poems About Rivers
#river
Long poems about rivers. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
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
Pishashee
Poem Published
28th Mar 2024 8:42pm
28th Mar 2024 8:42pm
The Seen and Unforeseen
I had just succeeded in shaking the world off, like a Pop! and started my journey alone up the mountain. No one wanted to go with me, and I didn’t waste any time on the offer of such an adventure.
It was as though I had been waiting on a sign from God my whole life, and had just gotten an answer, telling me I could go. I readied to get myself together. I felt blessed with a mind that lay wide open to receive such a treasure and began the journey. I was going to write a book. And even though I had been thinking about this swell book since I was a little girl. I didn’t know...
It was as though I had been waiting on a sign from God my whole life, and had just gotten an answer, telling me I could go. I readied to get myself together. I felt blessed with a mind that lay wide open to receive such a treasure and began the journey. I was going to write a book. And even though I had been thinking about this swell book since I was a little girl. I didn’t know...
#river
#sky
#nature #WritingPoetry
#nature #WritingPoetry
178 reads
0 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
28th Feb 2024 6:08am
28th Feb 2024 6:08am
she loved the river
Life is like the river, sometimes it sweeps you gently along and
sometimes the rapids come out of nowhere.”―Emma Smith
she loved the river,
the whispering, lisping river.
there skinny-dipped
under the curtain of its depths,
when no one was around.
fish popping out huge eyes,
attracted by her nippled elegance
and marvelled by her gently rippled dance.
she moved the river, ...
sometimes the rapids come out of nowhere.”―Emma Smith
she loved the river,
the whispering, lisping river.
there skinny-dipped
under the curtain of its depths,
when no one was around.
fish popping out huge eyes,
attracted by her nippled elegance
and marvelled by her gently rippled dance.
she moved the river, ...
#river
#water
#nature
#fate
#tragedy
138 reads
0 Comments
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
220 reads
2 Comments
Dre_k47
AnDre James
AnDre James
Poem Published
21st Sep 2023 5:33am
21st Sep 2023 5:33am
Jill's Off The Grid <pipe> In the Old Day
In days of old, when cities rose high,
And noise and crowds filled up the sky,
There lived a maid named Jill, who sought
A life beyond the city's fraught.
For Jill had always felt suffocated,
By the hustle and bustle unabated,
Of people rushing to and fro,
With faces blank and hearts aglow.
The pollution and the constant noise,
Left her feeling drained, like an empty poise,
And in her heart, she longed to be,
Where nature's beauty could set her free.
She dreamed of fields of green and gold,
Where flowers...
And noise and crowds filled up the sky,
There lived a maid named Jill, who sought
A life beyond the city's fraught.
For Jill had always felt suffocated,
By the hustle and bustle unabated,
Of people rushing to and fro,
With faces blank and hearts aglow.
The pollution and the constant noise,
Left her feeling drained, like an empty poise,
And in her heart, she longed to be,
Where nature's beauty could set her free.
She dreamed of fields of green and gold,
Where flowers...
#loneliness
#countryside
#river #nature
#river #nature
152 reads
1 Comment
cabcool
Poem Published
21st Aug 2023 9:50pm
21st Aug 2023 9:50pm
crucial moments
Rivers don't drink their own waters; trees don't eat their own fruits. The salt seasons
the soup in order to have its purpose fulfilled. Live for others!”—Israelmore Ayivor
a river carries life,
a river carries death;
a river carries pleasures,
a river carries pain.
some, swept away by strife,
return not from beneath,
...
the soup in order to have its purpose fulfilled. Live for others!”—Israelmore Ayivor
a river carries life,
a river carries death;
a river carries pleasures,
a river carries pain.
some, swept away by strife,
return not from beneath,
...
#identity
#river
#TruthOfLife
#LifeGoals
#determination
162 reads
2 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
1st Aug 2023 5:03am
1st Aug 2023 5:03am
The f**kins
Watching river traffic on the Willamette was soothing. Tugboats leading mighty cargo ships. Fireboats with their high-reaching water plumes. Bedecked sailboats with flickering lights during the Christmas season. My favorite boat had a timed sequence of Santa skiing down a hill. All of this was right outside my window or viewed leisurely from my balcony. True, the complex was just starting to go to seed, remodeled some years later as pricey waterfront condos.
It was one of the best places I've ever lived. Close to downtown Portland, across the street from Union Station. From my...
It was one of the best places I've ever lived. Close to downtown Portland, across the street from Union Station. From my...
#anger
#city
#river
#fire
#PowerOfWords
172 reads
4 Comments
Poetic_Seduction
Poem Published
1st Jun 2023 7:53pm
1st Jun 2023 7:53pm
"Just" Friends: Riverside
#BestFriend
#sex
#porn
#river
#orgasm
510 reads
18 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
3rd May 2023 9:41pm
3rd May 2023 9:41pm
ballad of ocho rios
Though the road’s been rocky, it sure feels good to me.”—Bob Marley
i.
the elegant bus,
complete with its driver,
will take all of us
to where the big river
comes down to the sea
through the twists and turns of walkerswood.
ii.
we pass grazing cows
and pigs running after
an old mother sow,
whose grunts are like laughter;
...
i.
the elegant bus,
complete with its driver,
will take all of us
to where the big river
comes down to the sea
through the twists and turns of walkerswood.
ii.
we pass grazing cows
and pigs running after
an old mother sow,
whose grunts are like laughter;
...
#countryside
#river
#beach
#nature
#holiday
284 reads
2 Comments
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
20th Apr 2023 00:58am
20th Apr 2023 00:58am
Papa Bird, the Old Wizard
One night a country bumpkin told his friends an incredible story about an old wizard named Papa Bird. He resided alone in the mountainous area of Westmoreland. The people of the district said that he was an obeah man, but he regarded himself as a scientist. Papa Bird was no ordinary wizard; his magic was real. Moreover, he had strong supernatural powers.
All the witches and wizards in the district feared him because they were charlatans. Papa bird’s house was on top of a hill, and every day he would sit on the verandah and look down in the valley. When people wanted to visit...
All the witches and wizards in the district feared him because they were charlatans. Papa bird’s house was on top of a hill, and every day he would sit on the verandah and look down in the valley. When people wanted to visit...
#power
#river
#mountains
#bees
#magic
175 reads
3 Comments
James_A_Knight
Poem Published
20th Apr 2022 8:45pm
20th Apr 2022 8:45pm
The Paisley River - and other poems of 2022
The Paisley River
The sun comes down to dance on the river
Its colours attract a band of nude bathers
Looking to wash the dirt
From their sweating sun-browned bodies
The river doesn’t discriminate
Like the righteous dead
Paisley currents spin and swirl
All the way from the Persian sand
Across the seas to California
They wanted to get closer to the gods
Before the sun falls behind the hills
The Leaves that fall and Grow back again
Do not sink when your sunshine fades
The joy you felt...
The sun comes down to dance on the river
Its colours attract a band of nude bathers
Looking to wash the dirt
From their sweating sun-browned bodies
The river doesn’t discriminate
Like the righteous dead
Paisley currents spin and swirl
All the way from the Persian sand
Across the seas to California
They wanted to get closer to the gods
Before the sun falls behind the hills
The Leaves that fall and Grow back again
Do not sink when your sunshine fades
The joy you felt...
#river
#sun
#water
396 reads
6 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
14th Jan 2022 4:51pm
14th Jan 2022 4:51pm
silent river
There comes a point where we need to stop just pulling people out of the river.
We need to go upstream and find out why they're falling in."—Desmond Tutu.
so easily
you pull me in,
calm, cool, calculated;
so greedily
you make me sin,
damn fool, captivated.
and yet you spare me
not one glance,
altho so nearly
i would dance
the...
We need to go upstream and find out why they're falling in."—Desmond Tutu.
so easily
you pull me in,
calm, cool, calculated;
so greedily
you make me sin,
damn fool, captivated.
and yet you spare me
not one glance,
altho so nearly
i would dance
the...
#death
#river
#silence
#fate
#travel
440 reads
2 Comments
DU Poetry : Long Poems About Rivers
