Long Poems About Rivers
#river
Long poems about rivers. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
missjem56
Poem Published
4th Apr 2021 6:07pm
4th Apr 2021 6:07pm
The River Arun, West Sussex
Flowing by the wetlands of Arundel
Overlooked by a castle up on high
Ptolemy first called it the Trisantonis
Is the River Arun running by
Also known as the Trespasser
A Southern Celtic Brythonic interpretation of the word
An indication of its tendency to flood
For centuries, this has been observed
Part of the Arun, was rumoured to be called the Arnus
Brythonic for run, go, or flow
And that Arundel may mean Arno-Dell
Or where the Dell of the flowing river did go
Remains of Iron-Age forts
To Roman ruins, signs of...
Overlooked by a castle up on high
Ptolemy first called it the Trisantonis
Is the River Arun running by
Also known as the Trespasser
A Southern Celtic Brythonic interpretation of the word
An indication of its tendency to flood
For centuries, this has been observed
Part of the Arun, was rumoured to be called the Arnus
Brythonic for run, go, or flow
And that Arundel may mean Arno-Dell
Or where the Dell of the flowing river did go
Remains of Iron-Age forts
To Roman ruins, signs of...
#river
#water
#nature #historical
#nature #historical
357 reads
0 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
427 reads
7 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
20th Oct 2019 3:58am
20th Oct 2019 3:58am
Just Once (Living River Of Hell)
The trouble with being a woman, Skeezix,
is being a little girl in the first place'
'If this is Hell, then Hell could not be much,
neither as special or as ugly as I was told.'
-Anne Sexton
I am diagnosed dragging on a Camel,
staring at the river, full of all the selves
of detachmemt from my actual one.
They used to be me as one self when I was
fused into the wall of my mother,
before I came here to this bridge.
I am deranging like the splitting haloes
of car headlights...
is being a little girl in the first place'
'If this is Hell, then Hell could not be much,
neither as special or as ugly as I was told.'
-Anne Sexton
I am diagnosed dragging on a Camel,
staring at the river, full of all the selves
of detachmemt from my actual one.
They used to be me as one self when I was
fused into the wall of my mother,
before I came here to this bridge.
I am deranging like the splitting haloes
of car headlights...
#dark
#death
#river
#memories
#AnneSexton
823 reads
19 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
16th Oct 2019 7:05am
16th Oct 2019 7:05am
Plym above the Weir
Mid October, river level 0.7 and rising, 14°c, 400m
I was told not to swim above a weir,
too fast flowing, apparently you'd roll beneath, hit again,
again and again by the weight of water.
The burn is back,
churns my nerve
pushed against the pace of a fast flowing weir.
We enter above
scramble
barefoot over upturned slate and rubble,
fumble
for a little courage, splash
neck, forearms, breast
and sink,
slow,
into cold.
I let it settle
around the extremities as if nettle stings...
I was told not to swim above a weir,
too fast flowing, apparently you'd roll beneath, hit again,
again and again by the weight of water.
The burn is back,
churns my nerve
pushed against the pace of a fast flowing weir.
We enter above
scramble
barefoot over upturned slate and rubble,
fumble
for a little courage, splash
neck, forearms, breast
and sink,
slow,
into cold.
I let it settle
around the extremities as if nettle stings...
#forest
#river
#nature #freedom
#nature #freedom
446 reads
4 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
14th Sep 2019 5:51pm
14th Sep 2019 5:51pm
OUTSIDE THE BOX
As the season slowly beings to change and fall appears upon and within the trees that slowly begin to change there colors, and the skies change from baby blue to dark and gray mix with a touch of white puffy clouds, that drift slowly upon the winds of time as if done by magic.
...
...
#forest
#river
#sea
#sky
#nature
612 reads
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
25th Jul 2019 4:44pm
25th Jul 2019 4:44pm
MOONLIGHT RAISING
Here within this atmosphere were my frequency vibrates at an level that becomes so intoxicated by my mere senses of my body and soul as it, transcends me to a world unify by my mere existences that floats within the dimensions of the universe drifting through time and space.
...
...
#forest
#river
#sky
#nature
#mountains
746 reads
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
21st Jul 2019 3:56pm
21st Jul 2019 3:56pm
nzadi o nzere: Land of a River's Gamble/ the C-K Influence
just with ridiculously miniscule
of reserve hung in its huge, now
spatially emptied out gular pouch
a migratory bird
swims across salty currents
& alien smelling vastly
untested airs
spurs into an approaching irony
the dramatic demarcating centric
imaginarily circling (a)round for long
-this dragging equatorial line
their stealthy dense canopies in an eerie silence ...
indecipherably winking in midnightish notorities
wide-open & giggling whorish wayward river...
of reserve hung in its huge, now
spatially emptied out gular pouch
a migratory bird
swims across salty currents
& alien smelling vastly
untested airs
spurs into an approaching irony
the dramatic demarcating centric
imaginarily circling (a)round for long
-this dragging equatorial line
their stealthy dense canopies in an eerie silence ...
indecipherably winking in midnightish notorities
wide-open & giggling whorish wayward river...
#war
#Africa
#river
#birds
#rebellion
678 reads
6 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
23rd May 2019 3:51am
23rd May 2019 3:51am
Arc of a Romance
Arc of a Romance
My hands grip the wheel with religious fervor. The morning miles take my beloved and I deeper into the land of enchantment where mesas rise like tables upon which our feast of beauty is to begin.
Marsha takes her window down and leans her head into the wind making her hair scatter in the breeze. She smiles as we veer off the main stretch onto the back roads. Our junket takes us through ancient Spanish towns. In Mora, a group of men pushes a car across the road and us onlookers gaze in wonder on our pause. The jalopy yields to their strength as...
My hands grip the wheel with religious fervor. The morning miles take my beloved and I deeper into the land of enchantment where mesas rise like tables upon which our feast of beauty is to begin.
Marsha takes her window down and leans her head into the wind making her hair scatter in the breeze. She smiles as we veer off the main stretch onto the back roads. Our junket takes us through ancient Spanish towns. In Mora, a group of men pushes a car across the road and us onlookers gaze in wonder on our pause. The jalopy yields to their strength as...
#romantic
#river
#mountains #snow
#mountains #snow
526 reads
8 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2019 5:14pm
2nd Jan 2019 5:14pm
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
21 reads
8 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2018 00:41am
23rd Nov 2018 00:41am
La voix du maître naviguant sur l'Amazone
The irony of A.G.'s ** [ rather iconic ]
voice
streaming down up'on
me
via the mighty amazon, is not , (oh, may'haps it is ! ),
lost on me.
Streaming the Amazon,
wit thee old dead rabbi...............and so many thousand
other idols of the sounds
...
voice
streaming down up'on
me
via the mighty amazon, is not , (oh, may'haps it is ! ),
lost on me.
Streaming the Amazon,
wit thee old dead rabbi...............and so many thousand
other idols of the sounds
...
#river
#water
#nature
#satirical
#heroic
480 reads
3 Comments
haroonm23
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2018 5:15pm
2nd Sep 2018 5:15pm
Be a Human First
When spoken from the heart the words have meanings
One day the planets said is there anyone there in this Universe
Moon said I believe there is someone on this Earth
The birds said yes there are some creatures thrown out of the Heaven
Angels were surprised at this voice even the beings in the skies didn't know this secret creation
Who are these self centered and disobedient creatures on Earth that are better than us, said the Angels
They are so disrespectful that they don’t even remember their Lord
They are proud of their assets and riches but don’t even...
One day the planets said is there anyone there in this Universe
Moon said I believe there is someone on this Earth
The birds said yes there are some creatures thrown out of the Heaven
Angels were surprised at this voice even the beings in the skies didn't know this secret creation
Who are these self centered and disobedient creatures on Earth that are better than us, said the Angels
They are so disrespectful that they don’t even remember their Lord
They are proud of their assets and riches but don’t even...
#river
#sky
#clouds #nature
#clouds #nature
517 reads
2 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
31st Aug 2018 1:37pm
31st Aug 2018 1:37pm
Watching
( a Rensaku = linked tanka )
a mother eagle
scans horizon flying west
to the canyon —
two eaglets in a nest
wait high atop a ridge
outstretched wings
ride a thermal updraft
silent, on the hunt
single-minded, piercing
through the fading sunlight
sweeping down
into the canyon’s maw
where daylight sleeps,
we’ve set up camp, a fire
& dine on humpback chub
...
a mother eagle
scans horizon flying west
to the canyon —
two eaglets in a nest
wait high atop a ridge
outstretched wings
ride a thermal updraft
silent, on the hunt
single-minded, piercing
through the fading sunlight
sweeping down
into the canyon’s maw
where daylight sleeps,
we’ve set up camp, a fire
& dine on humpback chub
...
#dogs
#river
#birds
#nature
#tanka
961 reads
13 Comments
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