Best Riverbanks Poems

I am here now
Presence my companion
Rising I put my two feet
On the ground
I give thanks as I open my eyes
To this new day
A divine delicious...

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"The deepest longing in the human heart is the desire for appreciation."--William James

A halo of treetops rings the cyan river,
as it trips and rolls down...

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Such Wonders Are Breathtaking To Behold

(NOT FOR CONTEST THAT INSPIRED THIS POEM)

The morning dew on red rose does glisten
As early dawning sun beams brightly down
Such...

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I can see us now Luv,
pettin ponies, musing in warm moon light,
free versin in satin style, a smile born from genuine form,

Two hearts too stubborn...

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SUMMER

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It was one of the warmer summer days
Not a breeze or cloud in the sky
The humidity so high
I could almost reach out
And pluck it from...

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Foggy mists slither through the highlands
As downdrafts force them to the riverbanks
To the naked eye ethereal warm icicles
Among tow’ring long-needle pines piercing sky
From the other...

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I left my home, it  wasn't  so gorgeous,
but I knew I could no longer stay
I had nothing to live for,
seemed like only sadness...

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Mystic River
lazy mists dawdle
 in sinuous rivulets ~
   fog surfs in deep dales

river of white clouds
 threads through alleys of tall pines ~
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On sandy beaches and along fertile riverbanks,
In fecund soil and in lush green plantations,
Coconut trees stand tall towering into the sky.
They are benevolent palms at...

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When the bird no longer cares, the rushing 
river cannot be crossed. All strength I 
possess, but if springtime does not boil my 
blood and...

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Through April and May not a single Indian has been noticed
along all the serpentine bends of this rambunctious river,
however I feel we are being espied...

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Lost Mayans


Ancients who lived long go
Living for the sun and waning moon
Some hoped to be living by noon
Children laughed in the maize fields
As elders struggled...

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No monarch stays in power forever.
And a lot of a good thing can be too much.
In the rainy season, the crops began to drown.
And the...

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Stands a beautiful city of glass, bricks and smooth roads.
French perfumes fill the air;
Cars from the showroom fill the roads;
Designer clothes decorate display glasses in...

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These 2 different versions are separated by nine years

Part 1

MUST BE SPRING

Small speckles of wild grass 
Looking like tiny green drops 
That had fallen to...

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