Best Nile Poems
Lily of the Nile
O Lily of the Nile, your enchanting
purple starburst blooms
rise on naked stalks to greet
lovers on their river stroll as
nature lifts their spirits high where
setting sun and twilight meet.
Known from ancient ardent times
as lover's finest floral gifts...
alluring in shadowed silhouette,
as blooms unfurl to a new day
as lovely as the day before,
in stunning shades of violet.
In regal stature, tall and fragrant,
with beauty and rectitude you share
divine essence when you flower
in tenured longing you so desire.
Alas, you fade at summer's end
and reluctantly release your power.
6-30-19
Tri-Con Poetry Contest ~First Place~
Sponsor Emile Pinet
~Poem of the Week July 7-13 2019~
Thank you very much Poetry Soup Team
and Poetry Soup Members for the honor!
Agapanthus
Tall Agapanthus in the Nile you once grew,
A river flower of sapphire blue,
Bursting from your cozy pod
Smiling as you nod
On thin stems;
Hello
Summer’s gem
Blooms in warm weather,
The season’s sweet love letter,
Dainty flowers of azure or white
Grows in garden shadows or brightest sunlight.
6-26-2019
As I paddled the river Nile
I met a monstrous crocodile.
She smiled at me enticingly.
I smiled deferentially.
Through large white teeth to me she said,
"I want you in my river bed."
"We are not acquainted enough
for such intimate, tasteless stuff,"
I cried. A hippopotamus
opined, "Hey, we're amphibious.
We're inclined to romp through marshes;
come, let's crush some reedy rushes."
I paddled hard away. The Nile
now swirled by rapidly awhile
to the sea. There where its two brinks
grow apart it flows past a sphinx
who lies prone and thinks endlessly
deep thoughts about eternity.
For eons and eons his mind
thought thoughts about how to unbind
gravity from mentality
throughout universality,
that we might freely float;
no more need to paddle my boat.
Unfortunately, he has no gumption
to follow his least assumption;
but we do chat on fluently
of, to wit, stuff way beyond me
like hieroglyphic-ally writ
papyri. When he will not quit
I wander alone to a tomb
where lies Cleopatra, of whom
each schoolgirl knows; how her last gasp
came as she clasped to breast her asp.
Grasp that story's significance
twixt geometry class and dance.
Whilst she patronymic-ally
reigned, a most royal Ptolemy;
she told Marc, "My new last 'nym' now'll
be 'Anthony'." This, post her roll
out, quite nude, from Julius' rug.
His offer of sex met her mere shrug.
I stood amid a pyramid
or three and pondered where they hid,
these pharaohs, all their treasury.
Was power or mere pleasury
their true architectural plan?
To ever tell, no pharaoh can.
These writs I write as my boat drifts
midst original hieroglyphs
through the Mediterranean.
I don't need a librarian
to see, no sociology
compares to Egyptology.
The Nile drifts restlessly in fresh woodland
Babbling over rocks and marbled edges…
Like a goddess in search of her old legends.
2/17/2016
PD's Contest: River of dreams
(three liner poem or 3 monoku)
Walking aimlessly
Suddenly a star entered
A poem happened
What was the poem
A cascade of golden light
On her hair and neck
How lovely you look
Said golden neck,the light said,
You are lovelier
The bird in my vein
Said to both of them, good morn
They smiled, glint on Nile
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6/11/2016
The glamour of a prestigious school lured her far away..
two years would whizz past, of arduous work,
immersing in books, away from home,
away from her beloved...she assured him.
rushing to the station, he wished her all good luck,
holding a bouquet of Lily of the Nile...she admired !
petals shrivel, flowers wither, the moment does not.
July 27, 2022
Short Verse Inspired By Pictures Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Lisa YY
Picture B:https://www.pinterest.com/pin/578431145904762475/
SECOND PLACE
Smile a while now while u smile
Scan the memoir s dat pile
Close to ur heart left at a mile
And ponder over for a while
Leave behind wat makes u fragile
Wat stengthened u is what's worthwhile
It stays wth u wat makes u smile
Long back then n on all the while
And leaves u feeling forever juvenile
Through all the stages of life volatile
Wen u can't fake a smile
N ur efforts seem futile
Stop by for a thought fully exile
Not to forget u smile a while
Smile a while n while u smile
U will discover ur river of Nile.
Lotus in her hair
Tall and imposing woman
High Egyptian Queen.
Sorrow
hears the sound of a sparow
the owl
knowing
the lies of man though his eyes
the time of corruption
till the dawn of
the end of the sun
and his rain
so forth that
the invisible god
may remove the
growing corruption
around the great
sea of the north
and the west moon
that rest around the Nile
of the mountains
that flow foward ever
so in time
endlessly
Torrent streaming up
the land of the Africans--
Egypt's river Nile.
North eastern whistling through papyrus banks
Emanating streams are from forest Rwanda
Collecting reserving ever controversial
No propagating ,Lake Victoria real natural source
We are from the source of Nile
Summer rain blessed over mount of Ethiopia
Seasonal worship prolonging to Hapi.
Egyptian farmers awaiting the blue silt
Obscuring barriers , flowing river great
We are from the source of Nile
She will be joining blue hands at Khartoum
Resting reversing , then reaching to Cairo
Looking behind like a responsible mom
Blessing the fertile land again , hats off
We are from the source of Nile
Enchanting caves and all gigantic pyramids
Egyptian mummy an evident civilization
Gentle the flow for the life distribution
Never dispensable such a real contribution
We are from the source of Nile
Padmakumar
If this dance be the last
For I see them throwing spears -
Not for its sport
This dance, a shrilling one.
When we come home for showers
Diapers of our babies, drenched,
Such aroma; a sweet-sour tale to tell
For being ready was the dance for...
Only the dead wishes not for this dance
But the living accustomed to its essence
Such a dance we struggle to get
Yet, a dance we fear to leave
Nor a dance to tango for!
From cradle to grave the sun baked
the skin leather, un-oiled
and rain did not fall
for Isis with held her tears.
From the bloody care of womb
children popped like bread from
the oven of women, the urns of life,
earthen were their colors
ocher, saffron, and
some as black as basalt, rich…
with a Nubian glow.
How the small ones squeal
at the wadi’s edge.
How the toes of man and beast
dance at the skirt of mother Nile,
sensuous, rippling with the wind,
or placid in the doldrums of summer sun.
fertile currents flood
parched fields regenerated
goods flow to market
The nation naturally knows
The Nile. The river flows up to the
North and above. The love
Through Sudan and Egypt up and on
The way of the Nile? The
Spiritual Water. It flows. It roars.
Its banks are broad. We in
Africa grow thankfully. For the
Nerves of the Nile. It feeds the
Africa of nations. The sacred
Stations. Though there were
Trials and Tribulations and
Trails of frustrations. The
Efforts to form from this
Nation a festering filth of foreign
Obvious obstruction officially
Outstanding obliteration. That
May cause destruction of this
African paradise BUT...
Next night the Nile might
Regenerate. The trial of the
Nation is on the verge. Nile is
The life. Lets reiterate. The
Day the night the surge. It is
The life. The Nile Floods back to us.
Nile Nation Never
Ending Natural Nuturing Nexus
Stardust. LEGACY the Nile
Survives and strives back to us