Euphrates Poems | Examples

awin

It's always moving
it never stops
above, below, the earth
...it flows

its fresh or salt or atmospheric
it's energy changes, 
at different phases
and still...
...it flows

its evaporation, its condensation
its sublimation too
it can dry or melt
from solid ice
destroyed by man, deforestation
....yet still , it flows

Its ecosystems Euphrates knew,
but l just see it's power.
But from up and down , l see on land
.. it grows ,it knows...it flows

l see a scene, so beautiful
a resting place of calm.
A breathe l take, its heart does ache
..but still... it flows, it flows..it flows

l'll stand and wait
my eyes to drink
the River's glory cries
and knowing how, its power grows
not man, but Word, of God

...it flows,
   it flows, 
   it flows.

awin means River in Gaelic Manx launguage from Isle of Man..pronounced 
'ow-win'

Where are the Rivers Gone?

Ponder highest wisdom, clear and deep
The reverent eyes must see our coloured faces 
Floating on sliver flowing in rhythm
The flashing water of life 
Where my own people live
All my ancestors stay awake with its dark night.

I’ve know rivers going home
Ancient, hand holders
I bathed in the Euphrates when I was young
I heard the singing of the Nile
I took my love to the Ganges 
I rushed to Beas when she declined my advances
Dulung lulled me to a painless sleep.

Gushing through ancient forests,
old temples and hard mud rocks
My path is drawn by the reckless wind
My fury turns  wild, dejected
when I beat the rocks in the Subarnarekha; 
another poem will mean nothing more. 

I never shut amid the flow of the damp soul 
lingering, drifting yet running with a broken heart.

Can of Worms

Tom tom drums call men unto war

The Euphrates dries in preparation

Of a Third world war as Gog and Magog

Start a Cataclysmic war that unchecked

Will lead to an outright world war

Russia is on the offensive in arms against

A colleague of the Russian federation

By name Ukraine is daily bombarded 

Carpet bombing NATO names it

As they western powers Arm Ukraine

And dogs of war, by name Mercenaries 

Are shipped in droves to support the underdog

The Big USA uncle Sam as they call Her 

Peddles her weaponry to the downtrodden Ukraine

As rumors of war abound.. They call it war propaganda

There will be wars and rumors of war but the end is not yet

The end comes when the Beelzebub Prince makes peace

With the Holy Land.. Ooh JERUSALEMA.. why am I reminded of ACRE

Oblivion

Where have I descended? Where are my conscience and consciousness?
Why is emptiness engulfing me like the darkest nights?
Why does everything around seem like nightly nothingness?
Why do I feel as though I have fallen from mountain heights?

The feeling of feelinglessness; the thought of thoughtlessness
The mind is blank (tabula rasa), like an empty slate.
There's an absolute awfulness to utter lawlessness.
Nonexistent souls dumped in an absurdity of fate

Lethe, the goddess of forgetfulness, take hold of me.
I am dipped deep into the deepest rivers of Hades.
Nothing is transparent; no living creatures I could see.
Am I, for the further flow, thrown into the Euphrates?

To me, an optimist, all these are but passing phases.
To gaze beyond blazes, the almighty of all graces

A River That Dried

A long line of waters
Deep in hearts of bathers
A lifeline of growth
Weep of salvation brought forth

Waters of life over a mile
Outrunning a thousand stile
Gifts of life in piles
Surmounting torments of viles

Dreams on waters slate
Streams of sages proliferate
Sun beam of neon flickers
Teeming waters on pickers

Wishers with panoramic views
Dreamer of waters purviews
Like well-wishers throwing coins over heels
Eye-openers on picker wheels

A river full of life
A river lull of strife
Outpouring a thousand mile
Outscoring a thousand smile

On this river of hope
A bigger dream to scope
A kaleidescope of scenery
Grandeur over tapestry

One day the said river dried
No one ever wondered and belied
Gold in pieces on the ground mounted
In the hearts of gold sprouted

Euphrates...
A river

Merry

Merry

The season to be happy is here, 
and we are meant to cheer, 
and buy and buy and buy. 
Yet that does not satisfy the soul, 
no matter how old we are, 
or how young. 

The truth is walking among us, 
shining the light into the dark, 
and waking up all those that are asleep. 
Yawn, stretch, 
and know that the world is real, 
and the T.V. is not in control. 

The sheep walk in circles, 
the wolf is confused, 
and the angels are drawing near, 
but do not fear. 
The Sheppard is calling, 
and the world is falling...  away. 

The deserts are flooding, 
the camels are swimming...
and the Euphrates has all but dried up, 
The cells of the fallen,
are now clear for the year ahead. 

Buy oil for your lamps, 
and keep them lit, and 
let them be bright
for the night is cold, 
and the Christians must be bold... 
to show their faith.

Darkness Falls

edgar allen poe: he died on my birthday, but before i was born and before the beginning of the civil war. he might have enjoyed the pale horse of that day, as he endured the hellish bells, bells, bells & belted the raven’s forevermore.

sylvia plath: loved to take blood baths, hated tulips, and was born twenty days after my birthday, many years before. i was introduced to her bell jar in my high school years.

james mercer langston hughes: he invests in the euphrates, congo, nile, mississippi (m - i- double “s” - i - double “s” - i - double “p” - i) rivers, where his soul has grown deep.

robert lindley: the soup’s own dark poet, emotions worn on his sleeve,
he watches the waters flow from the riverbank & returns from ashes and dust

darkness falls and delivers

7/21/2022

The Turbulent Euphrates

The Turbulent Euphrates
Russell Abdur Rahman

The halitosis of Monstrum Luscus Dajjal
Is getting intensed in the air
Turbulent Euphrates!
The floor is swaping the ceiling!
The fairness of contrast,
The moon appeals more than the Sun
Is it an omen? Love in an advent of cattle-ravaged change
Murderer knows no cause of murder, sterile faculty of ration
The earth gets tumulted by the barbarian civilization

The Turbulent Euphrates

The Turbulent Euphrates
Russell Abdur Rahman

The halitosis of Monstrum Luscus Dajjal
Is getting intensed in the air
Turbulent Euphrates!
The floor is swaping the ceiling!
The fairness of contrast,
The moon appeals more than the Sun
Is it an omen? Love in an advent of cattle-ravaged change
Murderer knows no cause of murder, sterile faculty of ration
The earth gets tumulted by the barbarian civilization

Barefoot In Awe-Inspiring Worship Praise-

Come forth darling
Take your shoes off 
Allow me to rub your feet 
Letting me pray 
Pray for us
I'll place your bare feet in the Nile 
Dipping them in the Euphrates River 
Come let's embracing together
 in front of heaven's gate
 I reiterate 
Come come forth my darling
Walking on Holy Grounds
Barefoot in all

Mount Ararat

The famous mountain where Noah came to rest,
ending the ecliptic flood, building an altar for time as test. 
Flourished kingdoms at the upper Tigris grew,
Babylonia and Urardhu created powers to sew.
Persian legends refers the holy Vulcan as the cradle of human race,
Armenians built a monastery in honor to St. Jacob’s pace.
Mount Ararat as omnipresent and utterly elusive,
snow capped peaks imaginative conclusive.
Magical countenance almost not of this earth,
crisp air in endless blue white mountain infinite birth.
Center of legends, myth and story,
the fire God Vahagn stumbles upon Ararat with all gory.
Giving life to Tigris and Euphrates River,
pagans visited ghost of royal ancestor in shiver.
Armenians and their homeland of Kurdistan under fire,
centuries in war for nationhood and holy place entire.
Good spirits in distillation known as Ararat Brandy,
Sir Winston Churchill called his favorite tipple, ‘handy’.
No Arc ever found beside many tries on Mount Ararat still today,
keeping mysteries in holy books still at bay.

The Goddess of Kindness

Your eyebrows are rainbows, your voice smells like rain
Your lips mightier than the red army,they relieve my pain
I didn't tell you, you are my breath, because of my shyness
If I'm not worthy forgive me you are the goddess of kindness
Your arms are the holy land,your hug is my Eutopia
Your eyes Tigris and Euphrates, your nose Mesopotamia
Your mouth full of shiny pearls, just if I could feel you near

God Planted a Garden

Before any known thing was evident
God existed for all time never began
He rested on the seventh day made it holy
the Lord had created Adam the first man

But God created a garden in Eden
in a moment He planted it in the east
Adam came there to work on it
this God's plan for Adam at very least

At first, there was nothing at all there
until God displayed His creative hand
then there were trees of every kind 
oak and fir and ash all to stand

Then water appeared to water all there
it divided into four rivers no less
which flowed into its tributaries indeed
God watered Eden sharing its real dress

Rivers aplenty began with Pishon
flowing around Havilah full of gold
next came Gihon covered all of Cush
then was Tigris and Euphrates this is told

Now disaster struck this godly garden
God had made woman from Adam and grown
these two did what God said no to and sinned
so Jesus later took this sin to sure atone

Man and Woman

Man lived in the garden by the Euphrates
He loved the bone of his bone gifted from his father
Woman believed the first lie that seemed sweeter than honey
Told by an innocent-looking serpent that was unable to speak
Under the tree in the middle of the garden
The fruit irresistibly swung in the breeze
Freedom from God that was what Woman longed for
Man’s fear of losing Woman was stronger than his love for her
Woman shared the deceptive hope with Man
But Man knew that Woman believed the lie
They left their source of life
They lost the garden
They lost all hope
They were waiting to return to dust
Which was the only comfort against their suffering
The definition of love has been fading away
Since the beginning of human history
The cruelest emotion
Pain and sorrow has been existing
Under the most confusing word, “Love”

Rivers

The Tigris and Euphrates,
they flow like time, 
murmuring and sighing
and running their individual courses,
cradling Mesopotamia,
their land, 
in life, 
and flooding the plain in alluvial soil,
for cities to put down deep roots,
the wonder of humanity.

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