Poems about river


№ 1209611

A river unites us

A laughing river
Below rainbow bridge,
Runs through
Our hearts.

river,  unites.

Author: K Balachandran
Date: 06/04/2020

№ 1207907

No river flowed

In the deep silence when the heavy snow
Had closed the ways and frozen every road
Each of us certain that no river flowed
And turning inwards for the gentle glow
Of home and hope that love will soon bestow
On all of those who have found out the code
Of normal joy there's no more human mode
For us to find nor for the heart to know
Yet as the dark descends on the cold city
We're held together by another light
Clearer and kinder than we might deserve
Safe in a time we know for rough and gritty
And made secure by truth instead of might
We find the gold around the final curve

flowed,  river.

Author: Fragano Ledgister
Date: 05/04/2020

№ 1207832

January on the Colorado River

Down by the river's
Cold half-moon dance
Creep the thirsty
Shadows of canyon
For a quick sip,
Of time
Beneath all those stars
Of January.

colorado,  january,  river.

Author: Andrew
Date: 05/04/2020

№ 1207774


I was the river,
And the river was her.


Author: Matthew MacDonald
Date: 05/04/2020

№ 1206951

Russian river

Thick green trees surround the powerful river,
It's current pulls me forward as small, smooth pebbles lap at my toes.
Somewhere in the background, children are shrieking with summertime bliss,
Making loud splashes into the crisp, cool water
From the wavering branch belonging to an ancient tree.
As I wade forward, warm brown mud oozes between my toes,
Unleashing a murky film around my perimeter.
The sun relentlessly bears down on me,
Calling out to my budding freckles beneath my olive skin.
Sweat droplets begin to form around my brow,
Sweetly trickling down my jaw and mixing with my river-wet body.
I close my eyes as the warmth encompasses my being,
It's as if I'm given a single bucket and told to fill it with all the wonders of the river-
I can't.
Then splash- it all comes flooding back to me,
Drowning me, filling my lungs with your presence.
I wasn't expecting you here,
Amidst the laughing children and the current.
It hurts too much to think of you, but it's impossible to let you go,
Not now.

river,  russian.

Author: Meka Boyle
Date: 04/04/2020

№ 1206519


I was born in a time when life made more sense
People were not worried how they would pay the rent
We expected change of our elected ones
But not much change did come
I was born not far from a river one running wild and free
Keep wondering why certain dreams inside keep dying on me
We expected change of our elected ones
But change did not surely come
I see people go to the movies whenever in town
But if you don't have any money they won't let you hang around
When my needy hand is out to someone
Passing on the street heads remain with eyes ahead
They want you to fall down on your knees
Living is sometimes not easy and lack makes a grown man cry
Guess I'll have the final answer to all my questions
In that bright city in the sky

river,  tripp,  victor.

Author: Victor Tripp
Date: 03/04/2020

№ 1205952

The River and the Sea

I sat in the silence of the riverbank
Watching the river going to the sea
Riding on her waves
To her oceanic lover
Who must embrace her
And become one in union!
I imagined myself on the bride's side
Sending her off
To her majestic groom!
The sun lit the river's path,
Dressed her in orange-red
Before its own flame
Sank in her water!
As the last heron left the river
Carrying on her wings
The fading daylight,
It was my time to go home,
Sadly knowing though,
When the river would be on her way
To yield once more to her lover,
I would not be on her bank.

river,  sea.

Author: Pradip Chattopadhyay
Date: 03/04/2020

№ 1204878

The River

I came from the sunny valleys
And sought for the open sea,
For I thought in its gray expanses
My peace would come to me.

I came at last to the ocean
And found it wild and black,
And I cried to the windless valleys,
ВЂњBe kind and take me back! ”

But the thirsty tide ran inland,
And the salt waves drank of me,
And I who was fresh as the rainfall
Am bitter as the sea.


Author: Sara Teasdale
Date: 02/04/2020