Poems About Rivers by Top Critiquers
#river
Poems about rivers by top critiquers. Poems written by members who have given lots of feedback to other poets this month.
THE NEED FOR PEACE
As another day comes over the horizon and it is here were, I sit down by the river of crystals waters, hearing it flows so calming to my brain 🧠 waves, as it quiets the very temple of my thoughts. WITH the deepness of the sound of running waters, sounding in the backdrop of my mind and eyes, seeing with each ripping wave. TO remain me again how much of what I see affects, the deepness of my thoughts and insight and imagination and dreams. For sure it's here I think of the peace and tranquility and peace, that lets me be able to share my thoughts with me myself and I, with the forest...
#evolution
#forest
#nature
#river
#sun
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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
944 reads
32 Comments
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
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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
890 reads
20 Comments
Dream unfolded
From that corner you can see the house
Anchored to the dogs in the sun (dormant)
As if the river no longer had teeth
Absorbed in his thoughts
Silent as barked birch trees
Still floating in a volatile stillness
Once the war is lost, we have to hold on to the air
Write the laws in washed stone
Repeat the litany of saints (dormant)
Treating everything like there is no tomorrow
Again and again, and once again
Leave the wings against the wall
Hear the wind pass and carry the feathers
Rhyming river with house...
Anchored to the dogs in the sun (dormant)
As if the river no longer had teeth
Absorbed in his thoughts
Silent as barked birch trees
Still floating in a volatile stillness
Once the war is lost, we have to hold on to the air
Write the laws in washed stone
Repeat the litany of saints (dormant)
Treating everything like there is no tomorrow
Again and again, and once again
Leave the wings against the wall
Hear the wind pass and carry the feathers
Rhyming river with house...
#fish
#home
#redemption
#river
#wind
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4 Comments
Bonded Forever
This flow of emotions
This river of love
Moves through mountains
Cuts through the landscape of loneliness
To join with the ocean
To give everything it has to that sea
It was an unconditional thought
To reach those vast waters
Tasting eternity in each ebb and flow
Knowing now its unbreakable
That's how it is with my feelings
For I am the river
You are that ocean I struggled to reach
Now like the river and the sea
We have bonded forever
My soul pouring into your being
It was pure instinct
It was in...
This river of love
Moves through mountains
Cuts through the landscape of loneliness
To join with the ocean
To give everything it has to that sea
It was an unconditional thought
To reach those vast waters
Tasting eternity in each ebb and flow
Knowing now its unbreakable
That's how it is with my feelings
For I am the river
You are that ocean I struggled to reach
Now like the river and the sea
We have bonded forever
My soul pouring into your being
It was pure instinct
It was in...
#love
#river
#sea #lover
#sea #lover
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13 Comments
Castor Canadensis
Pale beams on frost pale ground;
the rutting moon has come and gone
and then the Beaver moon hung around
to show the whitefish where to spawn
as she trailed the Pleiades
from early evening, through the night,
then down through all the leafless trees
to charm antipodean sight
by gibbose ostentation gloss
hued as gold as the Bifrost locks
of Hyperion and Helios
and the lumen lovely boondocks
of lodges that the beaver built...
with sticks and stones...and moonlit silt.
the rutting moon has come and gone
and then the Beaver moon hung around
to show the whitefish where to spawn
as she trailed the Pleiades
from early evening, through the night,
then down through all the leafless trees
to charm antipodean sight
by gibbose ostentation gloss
hued as gold as the Bifrost locks
of Hyperion and Helios
and the lumen lovely boondocks
of lodges that the beaver built...
with sticks and stones...and moonlit silt.
#countryside
#river
#sky #nature
#sky #nature
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happy, as a child
fishing with a net
little thought that this was as
good as it would get
little thought that this was as
good as it would get
#river
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5 Comments
The Path of Least Resistance
I thought it sounded a little crazy
But his theory could go the distance
When he claimed that water is lazy
It takes the path of least resistance.
And when it comes to an impasse
It will try to find a new course,
But given enough volume and mass
It can become a destructive force.
But his theory could go the distance
When he claimed that water is lazy
It takes the path of least resistance.
And when it comes to an impasse
It will try to find a new course,
But given enough volume and mass
It can become a destructive force.
#river
#water
#nature
#fate
#patience
480 reads
11 Comments
Pastel Angel
#erotic
#river
#seductive
#sensual
#women
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upon a rock
she pulls me
she draws me
the meandering of her stone
the peebles and their echoing tones
whirls, swirls and the vortex, her drop
momentary pauses but never to stop
distance carved in a sediment's path
lending herself as nature's humble bath...
my mind drifts
a spiritual cleansing
for a split second, witnessing.
the tugs, as comforting
as gentle as hugs.
she draws me
the meandering of her stone
the peebles and their echoing tones
whirls, swirls and the vortex, her drop
momentary pauses but never to stop
distance carved in a sediment's path
lending herself as nature's humble bath...
my mind drifts
a spiritual cleansing
for a split second, witnessing.
the tugs, as comforting
as gentle as hugs.
#river
#water
#nature
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0 Comments
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
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DU Poetry : Poems About Rivers by Top Critiquers