Red River Poems - Poems about Red River

A Red, Red Rose by Robert Burns modern English translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Oh, my love is like a red, red rose that's newly sprung in June and my love is like the melody that's sweetly played in tune. And...Read the rest...

As I kept my raised eyes hooked to rivers A shining swing of swords like the sliced moon In polkas of blood a dark blue shiver From red jungles comes up a meaty Hun _____________________________________ September 15, 2019 Arbitrium Divisa 4...Read the rest...

Since remarks from the T.V, and a stocking of my soul to breathe... I relax eagerly when I await the heat and see that nothing come's out of me unless I can be free- now they...Read the rest...

His day on the river cutting board He pitched his tent on river bank, when big bears roam near, his heart sank. On white rapid's rock stood three blacks, fishing salmon to feed their cubs. As autumn leaves spilled...Read the rest...

On early morn children were playing at the river’s shore close to the noon soldiers came out of the blue by the dim river red played theirs sins...Read the rest...

Written March 9, 2013 There was a girl in Alsace, France With her bread and wine She may go crazy She may just learn to dance That little girl in Alsace, France In another world In another time In another world In another time She...Read the rest...

The river boils and burns Churning the soil downriver Silencing the calm quiver Halting the anaesthetic shiver This fissure in the earth was the sliver of hope in this dearth A cool spring, the fuel to my being The Sun has...Read the rest...

Let's wait for the sunset one summer's day down by the river where I always liked to play we can kick off our shoes and bury our feet in the sand come on please be my sweet river...Read the rest...

NOT JUST ANY SUNSET This lunar sunset was what he’d most miss - They always said death was like this : Slo-mo and black-and-white Like an old movie trite. It had happened...Read the rest...

I saw her wandering out by the trees colored hair like the red autumn leaves a forest of flame and I called out her name And the lonely river looked on We made love by the banks every day whenever she...Read the rest...