Poems About Rivers Published by Members Recently Online
#river
Duende
Poem Published
27th Jul 2016 5:25am
27th Jul 2016 5:25am
River of Life
Like the ocean she is dark
keeping her depths a secret
too painful for eyes to see
Like the sea she is seducing
dancing between eb and flow
tempting with all her waves
Like water she is delicate
kissing with lips of devotion
her flavor soft and sweet
Like waterfalls she is strong
cascading into valleys of gold
where rainbows fill her soul
Like cleansing rain she cries
washing away her memories ...
keeping her depths a secret
too painful for eyes to see
Like the sea she is seducing
dancing between eb and flow
tempting with all her waves
Like water she is delicate
kissing with lips of devotion
her flavor soft and sweet
Like waterfalls she is strong
cascading into valleys of gold
where rainbows fill her soul
Like cleansing rain she cries
washing away her memories ...
#dark
#river
997 reads
22 Comments
Duende
Poem Published
27th Jul 2016 5:25am
27th Jul 2016 5:25am
River of Life
Like the ocean she is dark
keeping her depths a secret
too painful for eyes to see
Like the sea she is seducing
dancing between eb and flow
tempting with all her waves
Like water she is delicate
kissing with lips of devotion
her flavor soft and sweet
Like waterfalls she is strong
cascading into valleys of gold
where rainbows fill her soul
Like cleansing rain she cries
washing away her memories ...
keeping her depths a secret
too painful for eyes to see
Like the sea she is seducing
dancing between eb and flow
tempting with all her waves
Like water she is delicate
kissing with lips of devotion
her flavor soft and sweet
Like waterfalls she is strong
cascading into valleys of gold
where rainbows fill her soul
Like cleansing rain she cries
washing away her memories ...
#dark
#river
997 reads
22 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
11th Mar 2025 8:41pm
11th Mar 2025 8:41pm
Genesis
I am the wind beneath blowing at Hell’s feet
When Demons come to the roundtable to greet
My sword’s tip ingrained in the wood
No permission granted in earthly rest until the understating of man’s devious plight is understood
Spells I ordained, your souls blended to entertain
Who dare deny the force of the afterlife, when it resides in me
The spiritual prodigy born with a discerning third eye
My heart, mind, soul manifested to obey unto man’s purgatory just to appease
Can bridge one moment to the next glimpsed of...
When Demons come to the roundtable to greet
My sword’s tip ingrained in the wood
No permission granted in earthly rest until the understating of man’s devious plight is understood
Spells I ordained, your souls blended to entertain
Who dare deny the force of the afterlife, when it resides in me
The spiritual prodigy born with a discerning third eye
My heart, mind, soul manifested to obey unto man’s purgatory just to appease
Can bridge one moment to the next glimpsed of...
#river
#sea
#spiritual
#water
#wisdom
229 reads
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
11th Mar 2025 8:41pm
11th Mar 2025 8:41pm
Genesis
I am the wind beneath blowing at Hell’s feet
When Demons come to the roundtable to greet
My sword’s tip ingrained in the wood
No permission granted in earthly rest until the understating of man’s devious plight is understood
Spells I ordained, your souls blended to entertain
Who dare deny the force of the afterlife, when it resides in me
The spiritual prodigy born with a discerning third eye
My heart, mind, soul manifested to obey unto man’s purgatory just to appease
Can bridge one moment to the next glimpsed of...
When Demons come to the roundtable to greet
My sword’s tip ingrained in the wood
No permission granted in earthly rest until the understating of man’s devious plight is understood
Spells I ordained, your souls blended to entertain
Who dare deny the force of the afterlife, when it resides in me
The spiritual prodigy born with a discerning third eye
My heart, mind, soul manifested to obey unto man’s purgatory just to appease
Can bridge one moment to the next glimpsed of...
#river
#sea
#spiritual
#water
#wisdom
229 reads
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
11th Mar 2025 8:41pm
11th Mar 2025 8:41pm
Genesis
I am the wind beneath blowing at Hell’s feet
When Demons come to the roundtable to greet
My sword’s tip ingrained in the wood
No permission granted in earthly rest until the understating of man’s devious plight is understood
Spells I ordained, your souls blended to entertain
Who dare deny the force of the afterlife, when it resides in me
The spiritual prodigy born with a discerning third eye
My heart, mind, soul manifested to obey unto man’s purgatory just to appease
Can bridge one moment to the next glimpsed of...
When Demons come to the roundtable to greet
My sword’s tip ingrained in the wood
No permission granted in earthly rest until the understating of man’s devious plight is understood
Spells I ordained, your souls blended to entertain
Who dare deny the force of the afterlife, when it resides in me
The spiritual prodigy born with a discerning third eye
My heart, mind, soul manifested to obey unto man’s purgatory just to appease
Can bridge one moment to the next glimpsed of...
#river
#sea
#spiritual
#water
#wisdom
229 reads
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
11th Mar 2025 8:41pm
11th Mar 2025 8:41pm
Genesis
I am the wind beneath blowing at Hell’s feet
When Demons come to the roundtable to greet
My sword’s tip ingrained in the wood
No permission granted in earthly rest until the understating of man’s devious plight is understood
Spells I ordained, your souls blended to entertain
Who dare deny the force of the afterlife, when it resides in me
The spiritual prodigy born with a discerning third eye
My heart, mind, soul manifested to obey unto man’s purgatory just to appease
Can bridge one moment to the next glimpsed of...
When Demons come to the roundtable to greet
My sword’s tip ingrained in the wood
No permission granted in earthly rest until the understating of man’s devious plight is understood
Spells I ordained, your souls blended to entertain
Who dare deny the force of the afterlife, when it resides in me
The spiritual prodigy born with a discerning third eye
My heart, mind, soul manifested to obey unto man’s purgatory just to appease
Can bridge one moment to the next glimpsed of...
#river
#sea
#spiritual
#water
#wisdom
229 reads
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
11th Mar 2025 8:41pm
11th Mar 2025 8:41pm
Genesis
I am the wind beneath blowing at Hell’s feet
When Demons come to the roundtable to greet
My sword’s tip ingrained in the wood
No permission granted in earthly rest until the understating of man’s devious plight is understood
Spells I ordained, your souls blended to entertain
Who dare deny the force of the afterlife, when it resides in me
The spiritual prodigy born with a discerning third eye
My heart, mind, soul manifested to obey unto man’s purgatory just to appease
Can bridge one moment to the next glimpsed of...
When Demons come to the roundtable to greet
My sword’s tip ingrained in the wood
No permission granted in earthly rest until the understating of man’s devious plight is understood
Spells I ordained, your souls blended to entertain
Who dare deny the force of the afterlife, when it resides in me
The spiritual prodigy born with a discerning third eye
My heart, mind, soul manifested to obey unto man’s purgatory just to appease
Can bridge one moment to the next glimpsed of...
#river
#sea
#spiritual
#water
#wisdom
229 reads
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
11th Jul 2019 6:23pm
11th Jul 2019 6:23pm
encamped
after the campfire dies
the forest has a way of baptizing
your thoughts—its obsidian font
revealing you are the captor
of your own shadow world—
your fears a prisoner
5:00 am
we all want a good story to tell—
when dawn illuminates
the foothills of a cook stove
utensil, you'll improvise
the landscape of food
the river
sliding against the bank
its black...
the forest has a way of baptizing
your thoughts—its obsidian font
revealing you are the captor
of your own shadow world—
your fears a prisoner
5:00 am
we all want a good story to tell—
when dawn illuminates
the foothills of a cook stove
utensil, you'll improvise
the landscape of food
the river
sliding against the bank
its black...
#love
#identity
#river
#nature
#mountains
979 reads
32 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
11th Jul 2019 6:23pm
11th Jul 2019 6:23pm
encamped
after the campfire dies
the forest has a way of baptizing
your thoughts—its obsidian font
revealing you are the captor
of your own shadow world—
your fears a prisoner
5:00 am
we all want a good story to tell—
when dawn illuminates
the foothills of a cook stove
utensil, you'll improvise
the landscape of food
the river
sliding against the bank
its black...
the forest has a way of baptizing
your thoughts—its obsidian font
revealing you are the captor
of your own shadow world—
your fears a prisoner
5:00 am
we all want a good story to tell—
when dawn illuminates
the foothills of a cook stove
utensil, you'll improvise
the landscape of food
the river
sliding against the bank
its black...
#love
#identity
#river
#nature
#mountains
979 reads
32 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
11th Jul 2019 6:23pm
11th Jul 2019 6:23pm
encamped
after the campfire dies
the forest has a way of baptizing
your thoughts—its obsidian font
revealing you are the captor
of your own shadow world—
your fears a prisoner
5:00 am
we all want a good story to tell—
when dawn illuminates
the foothills of a cook stove
utensil, you'll improvise
the landscape of food
the river
sliding against the bank
its black...
the forest has a way of baptizing
your thoughts—its obsidian font
revealing you are the captor
of your own shadow world—
your fears a prisoner
5:00 am
we all want a good story to tell—
when dawn illuminates
the foothills of a cook stove
utensil, you'll improvise
the landscape of food
the river
sliding against the bank
its black...
#love
#identity
#river
#nature
#mountains
979 reads
32 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
11th Jul 2019 6:23pm
11th Jul 2019 6:23pm
encamped
after the campfire dies
the forest has a way of baptizing
your thoughts—its obsidian font
revealing you are the captor
of your own shadow world—
your fears a prisoner
5:00 am
we all want a good story to tell—
when dawn illuminates
the foothills of a cook stove
utensil, you'll improvise
the landscape of food
the river
sliding against the bank
its black...
the forest has a way of baptizing
your thoughts—its obsidian font
revealing you are the captor
of your own shadow world—
your fears a prisoner
5:00 am
we all want a good story to tell—
when dawn illuminates
the foothills of a cook stove
utensil, you'll improvise
the landscape of food
the river
sliding against the bank
its black...
#love
#identity
#river
#nature
#mountains
979 reads
32 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
11th Jul 2019 6:23pm
11th Jul 2019 6:23pm
encamped
after the campfire dies
the forest has a way of baptizing
your thoughts—its obsidian font
revealing you are the captor
of your own shadow world—
your fears a prisoner
5:00 am
we all want a good story to tell—
when dawn illuminates
the foothills of a cook stove
utensil, you'll improvise
the landscape of food
the river
sliding against the bank
its black...
the forest has a way of baptizing
your thoughts—its obsidian font
revealing you are the captor
of your own shadow world—
your fears a prisoner
5:00 am
we all want a good story to tell—
when dawn illuminates
the foothills of a cook stove
utensil, you'll improvise
the landscape of food
the river
sliding against the bank
its black...
#love
#identity
#river
#nature
#mountains
979 reads
32 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Rivers Published by Members Recently Online
