Best Waterside Poems
The poet hears the river’s cry
In the flow of waters going by
Ebb and flow, calm and storm
The poet finds the river’s form
In verse – in words that soothe and lift
The river’s wound the water shifts –
From idle streams on mountain keeps
To waterfalls that never sleep
And brooks that ease through valleys by,
Which understand the river’s cry,
To the river flowing ever on
To the verse, the poem and the poet’s song –
Oh, the poet knows the river’s cry
In the verse it lays at waterside
Nearer now than the muse it knows
For the poet knows the verses flow
From the flow of waters going by
Where the river goes, where the river cries
Categories:
waterside, metaphor, poetry, poets, river,
Form:
Couplet
Waters edge
gator lies
raccoon gets
big surprise!
In forest
something hides
bird on branch
with two
slit eyes...
Unsuspecting
no cry
empty branch
lump inside!
Snake digesting
waterside
hungry croc
snake inside!
Swimming salmon
seeking spawn
searing pain
bears claw!
Plants decay
feeding ground
newborn sprouts
spring abounds.
Life’s cycle
ever green
it recycles
everything.
Life’s cycle
circles ‘round
all life
feeds ground.
Categories:
waterside, life, nature, poems, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
I wade the waterside enticing death.
The sea extols the brash to th’ outermost
Abyss. A ‘know it all’, I challenged this
Watery host.
I capsized in the tumultuous seas;
I’m in the heart of the abyssal deep.
The billowing waters; they crest and fall,
Enmesh and sweep.
Disjointed and astray from sight, I strive
Complacently for that redemptive shoal.
This mortuary that’s surrounding me
Entombs my soul.
I look toward the surface as I scan
The depth of darkness for some tethered hope.
I clutch my hands into the obvious
End of my rope.
The moorings are beyond my grasp. I gasp
And struggle for air as I hold my breath.
The hint is clear enough; I closed my eyes
And swallowed Death.
Categories:
waterside, death, loss,
Form:
Quatrain
I sit here by the waterside
Watching the river flow
Dreaming of the day when you were born
To me that day does not seem so long ago .
My heart swooned when you took your first step
Then melted with your first word
You singing your first nursery rhyme
The sweetest sound I have ever heard .
I have watched you grow and I've felt such pride
My heart overflows with love for you
The joy we've shared and the tears we've cried
Are so many yet so few
I would never trade a moment
Of anything we've ever done
but darling , My heart is telling me
The best is yet to come.
Categories:
waterside, heart,
Form:
Verse
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Walking along the waterside
One evening of a sunny Sunday
With a basket full of flowers
Into it fell a butterfly!
Fly! Fly! Away
Butterfly, you better fly
With your wings,
Full of beautiful colors
In my basket,
Though full of flowers
Is without nectar,
So butterfly, you better fly.
Walking along the waterside
One evening of a sunny Sunday
With a basket full of flowers
Into it fell a butterfly!
Fly! Fly! Away
Butterfly, you better fly
With your wings,
Full of beautiful colors
In my basket,
Though full of flowers
Is without nectar,
So butterfly, you better fly.
Walking along the waterside
One evening of a sunny Sunday
With a basket full of flowers
Into it fell a butterfly!
Fly! Fly! Away
Butterfly, you better fly
With your wings,
Full of beautiful colors
In my basket,
Though full of flowers
Is without nectar,
So butterfly, you better fly.
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Categories:
waterside, butterfly, care, childhood, color,
Form:
Free verse
By Cherbo Geeplay
It rains so much in Monrovia that a
day is like the bloated dough on a
grey earthly May, washing over October.
My love, the sun, hides in her bright den
refusing to be seen. Life comes to a slow
twiggy motion; the forest is breathing
with moisture, like a hut puffing smoke as
a pipe. While the creeks bridged their ledges,
there is a seismic run-down Waterside!
Enough, no more, the sewage can take!
She is in my arms, listening to the music
pounding the roof. Still, calm, reading
Ebony Dust, though, with lightning bolts
yelling to be heard.
The clatter is like
a rumble---tumbling falling rockets.
The sorry corrugated zinc holds her
seams, the bed is dry, but the room
is a puddle.
The city is
cramp and damp, like a soaked
sponge dripping with water. The
hustling contested old city in an
evening fog, the Mesurado in
a bulge, taking Fanti fishermen
to and fro,
to the edge of Westpoint.
To love in the midst of mists,
of raging thunder under your ears
and an air filled with blithering vermin,
is to drink a linctus in anger, cooped in
wretched penury. So when the wait,
cannot wait to be over, you my love
must endure, waiting to part with the
wrath the rains imposed, much needed
however, to calm the California wildfires,
gifted on these shores, for
free. Now: you
understand, then,
the irony of nature!
_____
Copyright 2018, Adelaide Literary Magazine, New York
Categories:
waterside, africa, allegory, allusion, corruption,
Form:
Rhyme
JOURNAL VI – Tangled
In Seclusion
Looking through
various American Art
Reviews
I find I’m drawn to
the country rustic
scene –
A stream, or lake,
uncluttered
A thatched hut or
neat, plain farm
house (oh not
too neat – a
place to luxuriate
in undisturbed
comfort)
A small boat to
determine,
waterside, the
lake’s
size
And, of course,
delicious greenery,
wild flowers
Some domestic beasts
perhaps -
Though the lake may
be a clear cerulean
My total scene may
be cluttered,
pinched
together,
A veritable super
sundae for the eye
Why this favorite
canvas?
Being city-raised
might be an answer –
though
mine a certain
benign type of
clutter,
That removed from
city turmoil,
By protective trees
and hills, with a
few distant
billowing,
unthreatening clouds
In these last few I
would find a
peaceful
freshness
tangled in seclusion
To renew a fading
spirit
Categories:
waterside, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
Wheeled myself this morning
To the waterside, flawlessly mirroring
Bright white, blue coloured early sky
Daisies strewn around like smithereens
Hip hopping bird, questioningly
Asking for crumbs I have not, why
Not bring that one small gift of love
For this one small friend?
Humming wordless sound
Watching whirligig beetle
Turn and twist, walk like that one son
On water, or diving under, oblivious
To my admiring eyes, if only for
One second, or one hour to
Walk the surface like a bouncer
Swim and dive, breathe in deeply.
Categories:
waterside, animal, water,
Form:
Free verse
waterside vigil
buffalo nears water hole
lions crouch low nearby
three-pronged ambuscade
buffalo calf culled from herd
swift pincer attack
quarried prey springs forth
stressed calf serpentines about
lead lion cuts angle
driven toward snare
flanks assaulted from both sides
vise tightened prey clasped
Categories:
waterside, animals
Form:
Haiku
Across busy Arabian Sea,
Before the lands of sun flower skin,
There she is, land of kohinoor washing her feet;
Where three sisters of sea joining their hands
Where northern brother stands highest peak,
Circled by these centuries old neighbors;
There you are, dress in white, in that open sanctuary.
From far and near of the four winds
Those eyes and ears that feel your being,
Wondering your birth and dig your past
As mind of history numbered your moments,
Touched is the heart that receive you tale;
Tellers of you recite one theme
Deed speaks love more than word.
O you! Master piece of thousands tragic fingers,
You! Face of the ancient skills,
By moving waterside, you rest and still;
Forget not, trumpet of battle was blown here,
Where once the lonely emperor decided to erect
The manifestation of ever growing love,
For Mumtaz days were done before her time.
Heralding Silent invitation, to all the shores,
As their dwellers come to pay homage,
Millions of admirer heart, you win more
To be family of seven wonders;
Love may born and Love may die
But you change not, lonely Taj Mahal
Symbol of Ageless Love.
Categories:
waterside, lost love, lonely, love,
Form:
I love farmland in spring
and new beginnings
and winning in extra innings.
I love a fat lady singing;
barbecues, chilling, grilling;
no curfews, imported brews;
a lime or two beautiful women;
swimming in ocean michigan.
Bonfires waterside
with fire flies flying by;
whiskey bottle by my side;
sitting, sipping, simply wishing
summertime would continue.
But autumn's harvest wont be far off
and winter blowing in is looking grim.
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Categories:
waterside, sea, seasonslove,
Form:
Lyric
Long the road that lies ahead
Three mice with a block of cheese and a thick slice of bread
To travel in green pastures and meet lots of animals of which some are friendly and some may eat you for breakfast instead
In yellow hazy sunshine they walked over hills and through summer hedge
A blackbird appeared and perched and said"If you go this way on the road in front then you'll meet a pig in a sty who swills around in mud all day whilst eating apples and waste veg"
He paused "If you travel that way you'll come to a village where dogs and cats are roaming free to catch the rats and eat them so what chance do you have three mice for it would be a murderous pledge"
The three mice were wary of the blackbird but they decided to trust this bird with a black tail and off to see the fat pig and goodbye blackbird to fledge
Along a pathway and across a wooden bridge they met a frog as dark green as a green paint pot lid then what do we have here rebbit rebbit rebbit" no not rabbit but mice one squeaked" and said on edge
The frog jumped up onto a rock near the waterside and his tongue whipped a fly from the very sky and chewed it then burped and the mice laughed and scurried past and up a tree onto a branches ledge
"We can see for miles up here" one said;" look the windmill " another one said and they realized that the road had disappeared and all was free to eat and play in the fields from were they lead.
Categories:
waterside, art,
Form:
So the time
just like a river
lowers each waterside
from a higher
to a small one
or from colorful
to horizon.
Yes.
So the time.
The children,
each fall
the yellow leaves
they gather.
"The Man Who…" 2009
Categories:
waterside, autumn, children,
Form:
Free verse
Upon a bridge within a scene, I breathed so many shades of green
I listened to a chuckling stream, and lingered while I heard it dream
Of so much joy and so much peace, a sense of heavenly release
While far above me in the skies, like origami butterflies
Were clouds that writhed in fluttering ways through painted willow patterned days,
Immersed within the depths of dawn, another blossom day is born
So many colours in my eyes, entrancing textured silk surprise
That wraps me rainbow ribboned shade, before the evening’s last gems fade.
No time walks by the waterside, just images of magic glide
Upon the mirrors of the morn, so many different smiles are born,
So many ghosts drift quietly, upon their ethereal sea
And whisper woven spirits flow inside their magic lantern glow
Through diamond lace on birch branch looms, through other worlds and other rooms
Where often spirits sail the skies as origami butterflies,
When dawn and dusk hold hands again, to wander down their own back lane
Old friends again, no need of time, immersed in their own ageless rhyme.
Then back to where my moments wait, along the path, behind the gate
That takes me slowly back again, through silk cloaked wind and sighing rain
Until my eyes can see no more of what lies behind the distant door
Along the lane, asleep again, cradled in joy and sometimes pain,
Back home from the waterside, my cottage bids me step inside
To bathe, to eat in perfect peace, a sense of heavenly release,
I know the rendezvous I’ll keep, after I drift away to sleep
For through my window starlight flies with origami butterflies…
Categories:
waterside, butterfly, poetry, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme
ARCTIC SUMMER LOVERS
Waterside
White nights summer tryst
sweet grass smiles
Categories:
waterside, love, summer, summer,
Form:
Haiku