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.
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2025 1:59pm
3rd Mar 2025 1:59pm
Under the moon light
Here I am as I am in a place of pure calmness and tranquility, with the quiteness of the moon reflection, upon the peaceful waters, as they flow so peacefully up stream. For sure it's here and now I feel the tension leaving my mind, and heart and spiritual subconsciousness of my soul. As it eliminates to the point there's no hurt and no pain, only the deepness of being replaced by the sounds of the quiet waters, drifting with the winds of time. For even as I feel this great sensation, I begin to inhale and exhale out the negativity, from my subconscious of my deepest thoughts of healing,...
#clouds
#countryside
#nature
#river
#sky
100 reads
0 Comments
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
735 reads
6 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
962 reads
22 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
31st Jan 2021 7:53am
31st Jan 2021 7:53am
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
508 reads
11 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
29th Nov 2023 6:49am
29th Nov 2023 6:49am
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
231 reads
5 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
17th Jul 2024 1:12pm
17th Jul 2024 1:12pm
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
143 reads
4 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
970 reads
32 Comments
Cipher_O
Poem Published
28th Aug 2021 12:48pm
28th Aug 2021 12:48pm
River Phoenix
Chaos as a constant.
I shall.
Open armed embrace.
Defiance & harmony.
Guiding the river.
Winding where it needs to wind.
Cut strait where it needs to be cut strait.
And giving over
In order
To feel alive
Sometimes
Like you -
At this time
Surging in my veins,
Surfacing in my blood stream
An art work
Expressed in fire work
Whispering to a great work
& a guardian angel
As a black clad goddess
Dancing in contours of goddess
Across...
I shall.
Open armed embrace.
Defiance & harmony.
Guiding the river.
Winding where it needs to wind.
Cut strait where it needs to be cut strait.
And giving over
In order
To feel alive
Sometimes
Like you -
At this time
Surging in my veins,
Surfacing in my blood stream
An art work
Expressed in fire work
Whispering to a great work
& a guardian angel
As a black clad goddess
Dancing in contours of goddess
Across...
#beauty
#river
#fire #water
#fire #water
411 reads
8 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
211 reads
smackdownraven
Poem Published
7th Jan 2018 7:02pm
7th Jan 2018 7:02pm
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
919 reads
19 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
9th Aug 2024 11:59pm
9th Aug 2024 11:59pm
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
178 reads
5 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
220 reads
4 Comments
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