Long Poems About Rivers
#river
Long poems about rivers. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
A DEEPER LAIR OF DREAMING (6-25-03, 4:00am, Galveston Island, Texas)
up at four a m
to get a drink
of water
nestled in the stillness
of this dark
quiet night
i look outside
my window
startled by the sight
as regimented
clouds of white
passing by above
bottom lit
from lights below
left on all night long
across this islands
semi illumined grid
of faceless
sleeping masses
creating this dramatic show
of nocturnal skies ...
to get a drink
of water
nestled in the stillness
of this dark
quiet night
i look outside
my window
startled by the sight
as regimented
clouds of white
passing by above
bottom lit
from lights below
left on all night long
across this islands
semi illumined grid
of faceless
sleeping masses
creating this dramatic show
of nocturnal skies ...
#river
#beach
#sky
#clouds
#nature
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Log Rhythm Intercepts Highland Manor Sloped Basin
Nature made convenient sluice,
when pool water did wend
down the gentle slope
describing gargantuan wetsuit vend
er steadily chugging, chiseling,
and channeling straight away
blindly coursing upend
ding (mankind imposed)
property boundaries demarcations tend
with futile diligence,
asper the whimsical barenaked lady's
propensities, viz mother nature
made short shrift send
ding hours of surveyor labor down
into the behavioral sink also rend
ding inhabitants within...
when pool water did wend
down the gentle slope
describing gargantuan wetsuit vend
er steadily chugging, chiseling,
and channeling straight away
blindly coursing upend
ding (mankind imposed)
property boundaries demarcations tend
with futile diligence,
asper the whimsical barenaked lady's
propensities, viz mother nature
made short shrift send
ding hours of surveyor labor down
into the behavioral sink also rend
ding inhabitants within...
#countryside
#river
#sky
#clouds
#nature
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down by the river
take me to the river
where i can draw breath
enter its cool, calm waters
my soul fully undressed
gone are the trappings
the thorns of this Earth
that pierce my wayward flesh
washed in the blood
let from above
i sit on the river bank & cry ...
where i can draw breath
enter its cool, calm waters
my soul fully undressed
gone are the trappings
the thorns of this Earth
that pierce my wayward flesh
washed in the blood
let from above
i sit on the river bank & cry ...
#river
#nature
#spiritual
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DU Poetry : Long Poems About Rivers