Best Natureriver Poems
Before the river melds itself with sea,
it glistens as a rippling mountain stream
and starts its course with purest quality.
Before the river melds itself with sea,
it runs along, fulfilling destiny.
Our course is also brief; give forth your beam!
Before the river melds itself with sea,
it glistens as a rippling mountain stream.
By Andrea Dietrich
for "Write Me a Rippling Stream" Contest
sponsored by Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~
Written June 2, 2011
A River Runs Through It
A river runs through this little piece of earth
Views serene, my heart can be light
I eavesdrop on the voice of the river
As it rumbles through boulders forthright
The current chimes harmonious music
Synchronize with the whispering trees
They sing of their many journeys
My lull as I get high on the breeze
Though oft’ times the river rages and roars
Seek the times it’s hush and calm
Dip your hand for a refreshing chill,
to lightly flow across your palm
©2011/06/28 - 2011/06/29
6TH PLACE IN Contest: A river runs through it - Barbara Gorelick
3 stanza quatrain
Nur schwarzes Wasser
Wie die Nacht ohne Mondschein
Heute die Mandau
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Only black water
As a night without moonlight
Today the Mandau
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Sólo agua *****
Como una noche sin luna
Hoy día el Mundau
Note: The Mandau River is flowing through Zittau, Saxony and meets the Neisse river at the
German/Polish border
The Zebra Mussel Invasion (The Story Of The Three Hump Clam)
God’s opalescence-
Mississippi riverbed
Suffocating sleep
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Dedicated to Nadine and Burl, of “River City Pearls” in Alma
Wisconsin, fighting heroically to save the many species of
Mississippi river clams, bordering on extinction, from the
Choking Zebra Mussel invasion, your effort is honorable.
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For you history buffs, Nadine was a pioneer in the Chinese
“mother of pearl” button-trade industry over 50 yrs. ago,
(now vanished) originating from this area of the Mississippi near
Alma called “Lake Pepin” a vast expanse of the river with
Minnesota on one side, and Wisconsin on the other, her River
Pearl Jewelry and Oil Paintings are internationally acclaimed.
Like a strong heart beat, sends out a warning signal
The natives are restless, they know that danger is near
Mothers grab the little ones as they play
Fear fills every bone in their bodies from the call
Every eye watches, if he should appear
Slowly and quietly, he stalks his prey
With spears in hand, the village guards are tense
He is invisible, but they know that he is out there
They pray that the drums will drive him away
Sometimes that is their best defense
The hungry eyes of the Lion looks everywhere
For the weakest one he will slay
The Sun is like a furnace, the breeze is still
Monkeys swing from vine to vine, the birds sing
Jungle animals play in the river water
Slowly and determined the lion moves in on his kill
With lighting speed and a single leap, he has the poor thing
Scared animals flea, the river run bloody water
Another page has turned in the jungle book, life goes on
The lion is full, return to the ocean of tall grass
The villagers rejoice, that they were not his prey
Will he return at another dawn?
They will continue to look for his movement in the tall grass
Tomorrow, what will the jungle drums have to say?
Form:
The legend so long that's been told, and here goes,
that where this underground river flows,
It's always blacker than blackest night.
And when you go in this cave you need a bright light.
Way down under the earth in this cave,
The fish are blind that swim in these waves,
And some have even said, and that's no lie.
that if you could catch one, they would have no eye.
They are quicker than lightning, and they know,
they must go as the river flows.
They know where the banks are by their feel.
and know the dangers of the river are very real.
This river flows gently and is never too deep.
It's stays most the same in cold and in heat.
For you see the temperature is always the same.
down under the ground and that is no game.
This river keeps flowing from beginning to end,
however, as far as we know, there is no end, my friend.
So on it will flow, forever I guess.
And if anyone finds it, it will be a success.
A year ago the Yangtze River Dolphin was declared extinct.
In Memoriam: The Yangtze River Dolphin
November sunset --
Quickly does the evening fall
Upon the village.
The Yangtze River still flows
Past the fossils on the shore.
As the river calmly downstream churning.
Foliage of the trees is starting to fall colors turning.
Rays of sunshine through the tree lines.
Shadows dancing right over the river side.
Soon nighttime will become moonlight.
A different ray to calm all life.
The flowing river, water
smoothing over pebbles, moss,
the gleaming reach of leaves
fanning the stream, and
beyond the river, beneath the
neighboring plain,
Meaning
echoes in the warbling cry of
sparrows: the river is more
than it's purpose. The river is
Life.
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Pellucid crystalline water casts
Balmy aestival breath gusts, -felt
Gleaming golden daystar mirrored - rusts
Salmons plunged, grass hugged, nestled - belt.
Unfathomable river flows
Lilies dance through the undulation
Quiescence, tranquility grows
Rendezvous for such meditation.
Trees sway rhythmically - bowing
Robust cervids drink obscurely - down
Birds tweet in bliss, now they're soaring
River runs through it, Light is its CROWN.
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Ominous cries from the valley below
As the crow flies, he knows
Of yelling, beckoning, of another time
Of when he was too young to be in his prime
The temptation to stray is overwhelming
So he decided to begin; his trip to the valley beneath him,
Declining slowly he maps out a spot
Too land on a river rock
Which was beveled down, by the rivers mighty current
And the river masks the dreadful ominous cries
As the crow finds out the demise;
He landed and took an empathic glance
And what he saw was a toxic lance
Driven deep into nature’s heart.
Nature is screaming for it to be saved
So the crow called up his cronies and they did not play
It took some time but they were victorious
Now the crow is old and withered at clean-ups end
All he can do is bow and bend
The cries are gone and nature is mended
The crow sacrificed is life, an unselfish act
Now he is a legend, for he made quite an impact.
The river rises above the city,
covering every object it sees,
merciless and persistent it continues
to roam, leaving many grieving for
their homes, the fauna that surrounds
begins dry-rotting to the ground,
when the river finishes having its way,
one quiet town will be dismal and gray.
In the sweetest dream,
Comes the season of spring,
In the month of March,
Comes the attracting spring.
Birds fly all around,
Butterfly flies around.
The different colorful flowers,
Across the river stream.
The river flows well,
Fishes roam around the water.
People full of diversity,
And with lots of curiosity.
Trees bend here and there,
Air blows everywhere,
To make us understand,
That the spring is here.
The sun sets,
In the evening,
Birds fly towards the west,
To move to their nest.
The black clouds,
Looks very nice,
As the star and the moon,
Makes it beautifully bright.
Form:
I wish I were a river
How beautiful I would be
With a flowing mane of green water cress
To wave so eloquently
To lie upon my back all day
And feel the winds pass by
To see them stirring in the trees
As it billows through the rye
Glorious is the river
As I sit beside its flanks
Oh, what a perfect picture
This regal river makes
FORESTS OF NORWAY MAPLES
Every day we reviewed them in parade attitude
Along the Snake River in the Tetons’ solitude,
Or at attention on the banks of the Volga
In the infinite taiga -
In neat ranks along river terraces
Warm dark firs mixed with yellow acer,
All with the wind slowly leaning,
Their branches across the river-ice signalling
To great endless squadrons of their fellows :
In spring with their full flowers - yellows :
An army in a gold and topaz uniform
Ready and waiting for orders to fall in and conform ;
And in fall with their rich golden foliage
Always polished and ready for duty with courage.
In poor soil, in tough climate, these were heroes
Prepared for all their tomorrows.
Each morning we watched “Reveille” parade
In the dawn’s early light; and the evening shade
Gave “taps” for that heroic multitude -
The taiga’s topaz army, in golden solitude.