Best Red River Poems

rivers of scarlet
flood across the USA
packed greyhound bus leaves

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Poetics Poem, Red River Gorge, KY

I traipse the course of a forking, rambling stream
Barefoot from the rounded top of one small boulder
To another, the slashing strikes of cold water
Startling my every careful leap, place to place,
Landing with deep, short gasps, yet wordless
In an utter joy...

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RED RIVER

I sail the rapturous red river, where the sunrise
swallows the redwood trees, and equator clouds rain
dance ‘round the sun.  Effervescent virtue kneels down
swirling a seascape of citrus lemon and blood orange hues.
Dove-white sails wave like linen on a clothes line.
A spectator iota bows...

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Bloody tears still fall, feverish and dry.
The river flows on even though,
I'm already dead inside.
I'm no longer welcome at my own funeral.
I lay still and I wait.
For someone to take the burden away,
Along with my limpness body.
I lay in anguish as the smoking gun fades...

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The River runs fast
The red mud falls from the walls
Impressions soon left behind
Natures story told
Like the rings on the large trees
The red stain remembers all......

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red river
the water flows in the little river.
not very fast so you can see the rocks on the bottom.
as you walk this river you see change that is a fear.
the river changes to red what a deed/
for the red is blood of a solider that...

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I stand; barely breathing
Beneath the shower spray
As her blood drips slowly
From my finger tips
Mixing with the water
Dancing at my feet

I felt no remorse
Watching red fade to pink
For the only little girl
Ive ever made bleed
Is the one in the mirror
Always taunting me

-ARI...

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NOT   JUST   ANY   SUNSET

This lunar sunset was what he’d most miss  -
They always said death was like this : 
Slo-mo and black-and-white
Like an old movie trite.
It had happened to him twice before : then
At rush hour on the...

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Since remarks from the T.V, and a stocking of my soul to breathe... 

I relax eagerly when I await the heat and see that nothing come's out of me unless I can be free-

now they said in many many books that this is how we...

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Let's wait for the sunset one summer's day
down by the river where I always liked to play
we can kick off our shoes and bury our feet in the sand
come on please be my sweet river man
We can call the wild geese up with a little...

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On early morn
children were playing
at the river’s shore

close to the noon
soldiers came
out of the blue

by the dim
river red
played theirs sins...

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Written March 9, 2013


There was a girl in Alsace, France
With her bread and wine
She may go crazy
She may just learn to dance
That little girl in Alsace, France

In another world
In another time
In another world
In another time
She may go crazy from that red red wine

In her chalet...

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The river boils and burns
Churning the soil downriver
Silencing the calm quiver
Halting the anaesthetic shiver
This fissure in the earth was the sliver of hope in this dearth
A cool spring, the fuel to my being
The Sun has set, lending its light for a little while
And like the...

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His day on the river cutting board 


He pitched his tent on river bank,
when big bears roam near, his heart sank.
On white rapid's rock stood three blacks,
fishing salmon to feed their cubs.
As autumn leaves spilled the forest orange,
sky and water dance blue, his day was...

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My skin is a delicate porcelain.
Never used, and well taken care of because it is fragile.
Always on display because fragility is beautiful until it actually breaks.
One wrong move and it chips, followed by a crack then ends up shattering.
Lines to me are cracks in the...

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