Best Rivers Poems
by rivers memory bank - flowing current eddies of you
Meandering blues
Zig zagging natures terrain
Oozing beauty amor
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Rivers of ink run through my pen,
chasing epiphany round the bend.
5/21/2019
soft flowing liquid
clear and crisp living water
running through the Earth
Flow mighty rivers, what all have you seen
Rise and fall of empires, string of storied kings
As veins carry blood, you give Earth its life
Carving the landscape as if done by a knife
Ancient, so ancient, much older than man
Incredible show of Gods mighty hand
Oh Nile and Amazon, visions so vivid
What secrets you keep alongside the pyramids
Yangtze and Yellow, through China you flow
Fog and mist rising, light and shadow aglow
OB-Irtysh, Lena and Yenisey too
Through grand scenic Russia, mysteries come into view
Mississippi, Missouri, Ohio you carry
Life giving waters, beside you we tarry
The vanity of man, tis he gives you names
creating boundaries, staking his claims
How much blood has been spilled, along sacred shores
Man wants all you can give, and then he wants more
You were here long before him, and will flow when he's gone
Still rushing and rippling your beautiful songs
Reflections of Sun and of Moon on your face
Inspire our souls with power and grace
We've drank and bathed, and cried on your shores
We've polluted and dumped, filling your pores
Please forgive us our trespass, in time we will go
Still rivers, grand ancient rivers will continue to flow
Two Rivers
It's said joy is like a river
that runs just where it will.
But sorrow is a river too
and it runs deeper still.
For times of joy are welcome
and for them we give thanks.
While sorrow cuts right to the soul
and overflows its banks.
Seeds of joy are raindrops
that feed the river wide.
While rivers fueled by sadness
are fed by tears we cried.
Still with each are memories
and lessons that we learned.
And bridges that have washed away
and bridges that we burned.
Still better are we for them all
with joy and sadness we now know.
Joy inspires dreams within
and sorrow helps us grow.
Like a tree out in the yard
providing wood to keep us warm.
Trees would one day cease to be
lest they survive the storm.
Or like the flower bent down low
as it's beaten by the rain.
Soon after it's much stronger
for its temporary pain.
Be strong and of good courage
joy known is never lost.
The river you now face
your joy already crossed.
Edwin C Hofert
Meandering rivers, streams and burns
Zig zagging, flowing in contour turns
Sparkling waters as pure as can be
Flow through the glens and down to the seas
Much life is found in these translucent waters
Species of fish, and delightful otters
Along these rivers, streams and burns
Grow many grasses, trees and ferns
Varieties of greens in wonderment bloom
A most beautiful sight is natures front room
Her seasons dictate, the rise and the fall
The pictures she paints, delightfully enthrals
These graceful rivers, streams and burns
Lured us to settle, for beside the seas we yearned
Villages turned into towns, and towns into cities
For the lure of these waters, some murky some pretty
For all around the world, the patterns the same
These are just a few, the Thames, Ness and the Seine
Look after all waters as they are all our concern
Our meandering rivers, streams and burns
" My entry into Brian's contest Flow, River, Flow "
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Like rivers of time / our lives drift by /
as seasons / providing the trees /
acquire soft, green leaves / and then in time /
turning red and golden / shed their leaves.
Travelers in time are all / like a wind
sweeping across the plains of life / visitors in a temporary land /
enjoying moments of bright sunny days / filled with fun and joy /
soon to be followed by sudden storms /
and then dark hours / followed again by
the brightness of the day / rivers of time /
carrying each traveler through his day / waiting /
waiting for the next to arrive /
Time an ever moving thing / a river /
carrying each person / in turbulent white water /
or calm flowing streams / through all events of life /
then stranding him on a rocky and barren shore / or
other times / gently laying him upon soft and lush meadows /
to rest as in a quiet and calm place /
Finally on the appointed day / a call goes forth / and
the wayfarer receives his summons / to quickly go /
moving through time / to stand in a queue / moving to an unknown space /
together with others summoned / to appear at some distant place /
The queue is formed / the line moves forward / the time has arrived
to board / those great ships of time / like the giant Leviathan / casts
off from near harbors / and then ever moving / to arrive at some distant
shore/
Like rivers of time / our lives drift by / a season at a time /
travelers all / in a moment in time.
when you reach
two bavila rivers
"Mugela and Mugadja "which
were joined together
to become Kalimabenge.
You witness how bavila
people always wish
to live in peace with other
nations on their
Land.
Ice cold to the touch
Blue majestic beauty flows
Healing hurt branches
lakes ponds and rivers
niagara and angel
rain and blue oceans
Two Rivers
Stark naked she slowly shrivelled her exposed vacant mind
shed dry viscous tears and filled the empty river in vain
Exhausted petrified her and the stream her inner self
bared to rugged contraction with one final squeeze flooded
the truth that she floated on sediment nevertheless
17th November 2016
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While sitting near the rivers edge
Enveloped in another tale
Caught off guard by raw beauty
Setting my pen off to set sail
As the sun glistens off the river
My reflection distorted above
Surrounded by natures jewels
Enchanted by what I love
Contest: A River Runs Through It
Scarlet Rivers--by David Lustrup 2016
if you saw my heart tonight
you wouldn't recognize it
trodden trampled torn apart
before i realized it
shredded hanging bleeding
tendons torn and tattered
you were everything to me
you were all that mattered
and now im drowning in this blackness
circling the drain im going down
where is the end to all this madness
this misery is so profound
memories play like movies in my mind
kissing your lips so bittersweet
little short films playing constantly
tear jerkers on repeat
and id give my torn, and tattered heart
for a bright tomorrow, where were not apart
and id sell my last drop, of blood you see
for a single smile, that was meant for me
under star filled skies, in the deep dark night
i remember you, in the pale moonlight
with a million stars, shining in your eyes
how much i loved you, you never realized
as i pull the trigger
as i hit the ground
flashes of your face fly
as lights are dimming down
life is fleeting now
as im bleeding out
let the rivers flow, the rivers flow, scarlet rivers flow now.
The river pours itself down lakes and streams;
along its way, collecting its baubles;
drift wood, rocks, feathers and leaves for its scrapbook.
It likes to wax philosophical in the moonlights rays;
It’s voice nearly silent, for the duration.
That’s when the night choir sings in its place.