Best Riverbank Poems

Am Ufer des Flusses
Bevor die Sonne erlischt
Nur leichtes Gurgeln

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At the river banks
Before the sun finally sets
Only a slight gurgle

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A orillas del río 
Antes que el sol desaparece 
Sólo ligero gorgoteo 

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Nur eine alte Eiche
Da hinter der Wegbiegung
Trotzte dem letzen Sturm

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Only an old oak tree 
There...

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RIVERBANK

The river of life flows fast toward the weir
This scene is now reality, not a pantomime
So smile for the ferryman as he draws near

Is that sweet music that you can now hear
It is calling softly with a melody so sublime
The river of life flows fast...

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A bee sipping nectar from a flower
A sparrow sipping dew from a leaf
A butterfly on his way to somewhere
Pays us a visit but it was only brief

A duck quacks out on the water
And we hear a Kingfisher splash
An elegant swan glides effortlessly by
And the dragonfly...

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Orphaned Christmas conifers heap'd
Side by side Assiniboine bank
Native green and vertical felled
Blackened aboriginal limbs
White Man gasoline chainsaw teeth....

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A 
Yorkshire
scene of old
on river's bank…
This detailed painting tempts my yearning soul.

It takes me on a sweet nostalgic trip
when time lingered
near water’s
lazy 
flow.

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Picture...

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A pretty girl stands 
On the riverbank in a windy day
Under the noon sunshine 
She follows the water way
A gentle gusty disarranges 
Her long black-silk hair
From her face and eyes 
She takes hold of the flair 

The gust tears her hair scarf away,
Twisting in the...

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The luminescence of low hanging mist whirls
Agitated winds shiver the tall cottonwoods
The ever present sound of the old river passing
She stands on the small rustic pier daydreaming

Watching the waters carry an old tugboat south
She waves as the captain sounds his sad horn
A breeze catches the...

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Seashells oh seashells laying on the riverbank
You fill my eye's with content
The way you lay there looking all mighty 
As the breeze brushes over your shell
Flowing water dance's on the riverbank
As the cranes fishes for a bite 
The sound of waves beating against they beaks
Can...

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Down along the riverbank
Crawling through the sand
Walk carefully and keep quiet
For danger is at hand

You hope to find a place to hide 
But who you meet is much worse 
She's evil and she's grotesque 
She's wicked and she's cursed

The restless soul of someone dark 
She...

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Flowing river’s beating drums
Open up all of mind’s doors 
Overwhelming internal spurts 
Give rise to verses of sentimental words

Big and small rocks in the river 
Show foundations of natural graceful water structures 
Snowy foam on surface of water 
Resembles glossy silvery stirring pinnacles

Golden rays of...

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grey heron stalks prey
a silent assassin poised ...
sun breaks through dark clouds

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I sat by the riverbank today and wondered
How long it takes the water to get to the Gulf
Considered things my inquisitive mind ponders
Like what is so enjoyable about playing golf?

Save for an afternoon stroll, I see few merits
Especially since my back has developed kinks
My bag...

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A rose resting by the riverbank,
Tickling my toes in the evening sun,
As I muse in the breezes and wander,
Wander and dwell on my twilight run.

I must take care not to crush your nighttime petals,
Nor spoil the yellow rose of Texas,
That I may remember my girlhood...

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I sit by the riverbank.
I watch as days go by.
I lean against this old oak tree.
I gaze up to the sky.  

I sit by the river bank.
I enjoy this tranquil bliss.
I get lost in age old thoughts.
I sit and reminisce.  

I sit by...

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The river 
perhaps a place to contemplate creation's plan.
The river
perhaps a place to question the existence of woman and man.

At the river I left city behind
And rid many creations within my mind.
Its waters an invitation to see the unknown
Its shore an inspiration and a comforting...

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