Best Riverside Poems

When I was just a little girl
I painted soaring seagulls
in a dawning sky of duck-egg blue
I painted ladybirds and whimsical butterflies
A red cottage with square-shaped...

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Nostalgic rumblings harken back, rattling on and on:
Where have the sweet dreams of yesteryear gone,
Why does starry night yield to nightmares of dawn
In shattered, dismantled,...

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                 By the serene riverside
    ...

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and I hunger for you, like a moth
longing for one last flicker of flame 
nestled deep inside my heart

the memory of my childhood worship sits...

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With September’s tenure over, October takes charge.
Leaves turn yellow, red, and ochre in colourful surge.
As autumn breeze strongly veers round and blows,
Leaves fall and lie...

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Sipping cherry limeade, driving in the car parade, 
we're cruising in the Lone Star state.
Didn't want a bucket seat; the thing it couldn't beat, 
was...

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Music echoes through the halls,
climbing stairs, and gilded walls.
Our lovely lass discreetly swoons. 
With longing eyes, she scans the room.

Young ladies dressed, in gowns, divine,
are...

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A is for Aster dancing in the wind
B is for Begonia as many as you can find

C is for Cornflower adorning a maiden’s hair
D is...

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Sailing on the sweet river Shannon.
Ireland's river ways central vein.
Sleeping soundly on a river barge.
Listening to the pit patting rain.

Stopping engine to eat each evening...

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when the evening  wind dies
upon the mountain top,
when cold silence chills the night with her tongue,
when the shadows bid the forest be still;
i will...

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I thought I saw you yesterday.
My heart assumed an unfamiliar arrhythmia mode.
True it was a humid and hectic day
and I was wearied out.

So as I...

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BOUGAINVILLEA CITY

The city that enjoyed the floral name
 Is now a transformed spectre of its past
A semi-graced decline has changed its mien
Like comely lady reaching...

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Erotica what is it?
I’m not sure what it means
Is it something for sensual pleasure?
Or is it something in my dreams?
Is it perspiration glistening on a...

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My balsa wood float rides ripple and wave
My bait unappealing today
Fingers frostbitten but I shall be brave
As I try to catch something to weigh

The cormorant...

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Photograph's can easily deceive.
       Seeing her pose next to this man is make-believe.
The smile on her face is a...

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