Best Riverbeds Poems

ROSES ON THE MOON

Midnight tickles your turned-up toes,
dawn scrapes your knees
but your head is already in daylight
kissing the setting sun and not me.
The scent of musk and the north woods
spark a scene then the rush…
don’t believe everything whispered
under a sage moon.
Memory is the landscape,
longing the...

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Flow 
with me
along 
the 
rivers of 
common 
sense,
eroding 
the 
riverbeds 
of 
tribalism 
and 
racism,
revitalising 
the very 
essence 
of man's 
existence.
Flow 
with me 
you will 
get the 
sense.

Dine 
with me 
on the 
table of 
realism
and 
enjoy 
the 
fruits of 
collectivism.
Because 
you 
donot 
see 
beyond 
races 
and...

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I go in search of an elusive Muse.

Her flight has left my vessels cracked and dry.

Shafts of moonlight bathing o’er savannah,

radiates no mist of magic in my mind,

where once we danced in step with wildest drums

and from my pen out flowed the words with ease.

...

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When you were eight years old
waking to another perfect day's dawn
what potential did you discover
with your co-empathy integrity 
of left-deductive
with elder right inductive
communionations?

Who were you
as you stepped into morning's warm spring sun?

How were you one of "us"
and how many species were included
before  AnthroPrivilege was...

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March 2011 spring is on the way
The sea is Calm slight haze on the bay
The sea is our life the fishing is good
We depend on the ocean for our livelihood
Rumble in the distance buildings begin to shake
Screaming shouting it’s an earthquake
Riverbeds are dry as the...

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brilliant wings, gentle
coasting over riverbeds ~
silencing the sun

graceful, gliding smiles
lingering on the roses ~
reassuring peace





Spring Flower, Bird or Butterfly Haiku x 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
February 12, 2023

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Of all the Little Kings climbing
Hand over foot towards viciously tantalizing, grandiose
Constellations of which whir and buzz as wind up toys,
Glow worm manifestations
Of hanging mobile stars suspended from thread
Woven by The Fates from dreams vicarious
And still-warm brick oven hopes
Nestled sweetly in the ribcages' soft marrow,
My...

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You tell me your prentends, 
We step over the ballroom so slow. 
You dare be honest? 
Well so will I: We both know, 
Forevers you intend are impossible, 
Time and place is unstoppable, 
Even though it pains to show, 
We need to readily go... 

Down...

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As I lay watching the stars colliding
Through the universe so pretty and vast
Past and present enveloped are portrayed 
Colloquy within the rhythm of the…
Of the gracious, likeable beating heart
Openness of peace, openness of realms
Calming to be, righteous act of longing
Welcoming riverbeds as well the skies

The...

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Spring’s fading flowers
Worn down rocks on riverbeds
Trees losing their leaves

Is this growing old?
Is this what it is to age?
Not if you get there…

Spring’s perennials
The rivers water flowing
The trees budding leaves
 
The ones who fight age
Still lose to time in the end
The dance crude and vain

Those...

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The wailing horn cries out not for the kings of distant lands
But for the children who have forgotten his music. 
Like the soft belly of a camel
The warms sands of my home creep 
between the toes of my feet. 
The hills rise and roll over,
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Life clawing at 
Life… fragmented-
Wounded universe

Global heart bleeds 
Seeps into dry 
Riverbeds-
Sleep...

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Soundlessly ricochet to and fro
hither and yon
roundly bobbing within squarely donned
talking heads of psycho killers,
one pyromaniac burning 
down the crowded house
sparking magnificent conflagration
towering inferno emulating

caterwauling, kickstarting, ululating
(think) stray cats on a hot tin roof
nsync with 10,000 maniacs
intense heat and duraflame
long since eroding
weather beaten soul asylum
strip...

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The grass dew laden emerald hue
The sky a clear and sapphire blue
Scarlet poppies nodding ruby heads
In the distance, silver riverbeds

Diamonds from the branches dripping
Humming birds from blossoms sipping
Bronze beams through forests dancing
Dappled fawn through woodlands prancing

Flamingos, stately, feathered pink
Scurrying rabbits, clad in mink
Velvet weasel quietly...

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An impartial day 


       Upon lush yonder valleys, 
          golden sun rays glow
       Reflected raindrops prism, 
       forming...

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